Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"Imprisonment... It's really difficult for you to imagine..." He raised his hand to interrupt the old bee who wanted to defend himself. Tom moved his fingers and floated the wine that had been prepared on the bar.

"I will return to Hogwarts on time next August... I wish us a happy life in advance~"

Dumbledore laughed dryly twice, and drank a few sips of butterbeer depressedly. He was happy... He was the one who was stupid, but this brat was the one who was happy!

"...Let's fight to the death! Use magic!! Ugh... QAQ"

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After a few months, Tom had become accustomed to the commotion at home. He nimbly dodged the flying godson, and with a gorgeous turn, Brutus' sneak attack failed.

‘Papa pa pa’

Abraxas, who was following behind, clapped his hands with emotion, "Perfect~ It's so perfect~ You are worthy of being my lover..."

"Father!"

"son!"

"Give me a good morning kiss~" X2

"Shut up and get out!"

Abraxas kept a straight face, the majesty of the family master suppressed the old and the young, and walked towards Tom who was watching the fun without looking away.

"Good morning kiss...you haven't given it to me yet..."

Lowering his head slightly and kissing Abu's lips, Tom smiled softly, held Abu's hand and sat at the dining table, "Are you still busy today?"

Abraxas nodded helplessly, "We haven't found a suitable candidate to become the next Minister of Magic... Tom... you and Dumbledore have formed an alliance..."

"There are many drawbacks. Even Nobby, the puppet minister, is wary of Dumbledore's prestige and is worried that he will covet the position of Minister of Magic..."

"This will cause discord between you and those... guys who are overwhelmed by interests... Without control measures, the connection between you will be too fragile based on oaths alone..."

After listening to Abu's words quietly, Tom handed over a cup of hot tea and gently wiped the corners of Abu's mouth with a napkin.

"I understand...but I don't care about those people's decisions. As long as Dumbledore is on my side...I have already won..."

"Compared to Mugs and mixed-bloods...the number of pure-blood wizards is too small. If those people have other ideas...I don't mind completely eradicating those opposing voices..."

"When I encounter trouble that can't be solved...then I can only solve the problem with the person who caused the trouble...can't I~"

"Well~ indeed..."

Lucius squinted his eyes, listening to the conversation between his father and his godfather, and nodded in understanding. If there was any trouble in the future, he would go directly to his godfather...

He is the most precious wizard cub in the world!

Brutus:......

The Malfoy family is getting worse from generation to generation!

Why doesn't he have a godfather?

The kind of descendant of Salazar Slytherin...

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Since being troubled by Milkovich, Tobia has lived in fear every day, fearing that one day he will have multiple holes in his head.

The insurance company, which had been doing better business, also plummeted because of his wrong decisions.

"Damn... that wizard must have done something to me... Those people... are just a bunch of lunatics! Freaks!!"

Tobia kicked away the gravel at his feet irritably, and walked home with slumped shoulders. At the door, he saw Aileen, who had lost a lot of weight, holding her fair and tender son in her arms, waiting for him.

He trotted forward and hugged his wife and children in his arms, "I'm back...let me hug my cute little baby!"

Tobias carefully took Severus and secretly vowed to cheer up. His son... must live a prosperous life in the future!

"Hey~"

Tobias lifted his son up so that his fleshy little hands could pinch his cheeks and play with them.

"Sev... let go quickly, you will hurt your father..."

"Ughhhh!!"

The little baby may have been pulled away by his mother and was a little unhappy, crying loudly after losing his 'toy'.

"Sev...be good~ don't cry...oh my god, what is going on?!"

Tobia hugged his son and coaxed him as he walked home. He looked at the violently shaking furnishings in shock, and the feeling of fear once again enveloped his whole body.

"Do not!!!"

Erin took Sif and hummed softly, trying to calm her noisy son. She was relieved when little Sif gradually fell asleep.

"...He is too...right...the same as you...no wonder I have always had trouble! This is all your fault! Why didn't you tell me your identity from the beginning!"

Roaring with a hoarse voice, Tobia wanted to vent his unwillingness and resentment. Since marrying Irene, his life has been terrible!

He lost his job after Irene got pregnant, and coupled with the freaks he met... now even his own son is a little... wizard...

"What should I do?! What can I do!!! Erin! Tell me!! What should I do!"

Tobias was so angry that his eyes were red, and the violent factor in his body was screaming. He took a deep look at his wife who was cowering aside, and turned around and left the house.

"Damn...damn...damn! This shitty life! It's so bad!!!!"

Sitting in a nearby park, Tobia grabbed his hair angrily, his eyes dull and kept cursing...

How will he face his first child in the future?

He is just an ordinary person, a Muggle as Erin calls him...Wizards look down on Muggles!

Even if Irene loves him deeply, it's the same...

"Irene...don't you look down on me too...the eldest lady of a noble family...hehe..."

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Unable to suppress the sadness and guilt in her heart, Erin sat on the floor, holding her son in her arms and crying uncontrollably.

She is not happy at all now. She doesn't look like her former self at all.

What was she like in the past?

Laughing miserably, Erin suddenly realized that she had already abandoned the past...

How long has it been since she wore comfortable and gorgeous dresses... How long has it been since she tasted delicious food...

The arrogance and pickiness I once had have long been erased by life, and I worry about which things are cheaper every day...

She gave everything she had, so how could she be willing to give it up...

"Tobias...Tobias...don't leave me...please..."

After leaving the house in despair, Irene didn't notice Sif, who she had placed on the sofa, and moved uneasily.