Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Pursing his lips, Severus sat up straight. He still didn't quite understand why his mother chose to leave the wizarding world. Shouldn't a potions master be respected...

"Sif~"

Lucius knocked on the door. After entering the study, he saw the little bat with a puzzled face. He raised his eyebrows and walked to the desk. He glanced at the content on it and nodded clearly.

"I can answer it for you..."

Severus put away the slight dislike in his heart, raised his chin, and signaled the chattering white-feathered peacock to start quickly.

"........Ah..."

With a dry laugh, Lucius picked up modern history from the table and flipped through it, "I don't think...Ms. Prince is a stupid witch."

"On the contrary...her choice is the most correct, except marrying your father~"

The corners of Lucius' lips curled up in a bad way. Before the little wizard could get angry, he put away his smile, pulled out his chair and sat across from Severus.

"Only talent in potions cannot protect the entire Prince. In fact... I once heard my father mention that there were many families..."

"We are all looking forward to the death of Mr. Prince and waiting for your mother to be in an isolated and helpless situation... As for the purpose, I think you should be able to understand it, right..."

Severus lowered his head, so...

Was his mother just like that...because of the greed of these people...

"...What about me...Have I...become you...an accessory of Malfoy..."

Lucius's eyes flickered, and he felt terribly depressed when he saw that his originally bright black eyes had become so broken now.

"It's up to you, Severus..."

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Staring at the closed door with dull eyes, Severus licked his lips apart, and the tearing pain brought him back to reality.

That white-haired peacock...is he angry?

Why... didn't Lucius train him as a 'follower'...

"What's wrong with you... damn idiot..."

Standing up with a pursed lips, Severus put a few books back into place. He knew very well that Mr. Riddle was not interested in the 'benefits' he could bring.

It is his wish to become a valuable person, otherwise he would have no reason to stay here at all.

"I'm not going to apologize! I was right... wasn't I..."

Lowering his head, half-long black hair covering his face, Severus stared at the soft carpet, inexplicably remembering the last encounter at the Potter's house.

Those people... don't care at all whether a little mixed-race wizard hears their conversation...

‘Is that the mixed-blood that Master Riddle picked up? I'm so lucky...to have the favor of those two...'

‘Haha, I’m just Mr. Malfoy’s follower. No matter what, I look more pleasing to the eye than the heirs of Goyle and the Crabbe family~’

'Tsk tsk tsk, Fudge...you might as well say it more directly, he's just a servant after all...'

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Returning to the living room with a gloomy face, Lucius sat on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, and inexplicably remembered what his grandfather had said to him...