Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"Principal Dumbledore, that was my original plan, but I encountered a very strange thing...you know...whose blood is flowing in me."

"Of course... of course..."

Dumbledore straightened up and placed his hands on the table. Cassandra Trelawney's great-great-granddaughter...maybe a true prophet...

"So... Miss Trelawney, do you want to ask for my help this time? If you don't mind, would you like a glass of sherry first? Relax, I will do my best to help you..."

Sybil breathed a sigh of relief. She knew what she was capable of, but she hated this ability very much. The prophet was in pain. He saw the tragic future but could not change it and could only bear the rejection of others.

Yes...who likes to hear such bad news...but this time it was different, what she saw was too terrifying, and no matter how hard she tried, there was only a vague beginning...

After taking a sip of the sweet wine, Sybil did relax a lot. She looked up at Dumbledore who smiled kindly and said, "Thank you, I think I like this taste..."

"Haha~ Really~ But its alcohol content is higher than other wines, so now... let's talk about what worries you..."

She began to fiddle with a large string of necklaces again. Sybil's face turned red and white. The heir of the Malfoy family was indeed very attractive, not to mention he was very kind to her before...

Otherwise she wouldn't care about what she saw this time...

"That's it...I'm not sure if this is a real prophecy, but I did see it..." The timid expression disappeared, Sybil's glasses widened, her expression was extremely serious, and even her voice became deeper.

"The blood is not enough... Disaster will come with screams... Deadly diseases are about to break out... Only with enough blood... can it be stopped... When the Supreme God falls into hell. ...terrifying darkness will descend...on the bottom of the dark lake...only where...can we seek help from those left behind..."

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The memory ends here. Tom returns to the principal's office, holding the edge of the pensieve with both hands. The Supreme God...Abu will something happen to him? Damn it..he would never let this happen!

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were stunned, and they took out their wands and pointed them at the guy who was constantly emitting terrifying magic pressure. "You brat! Calm down!"

Tom groaned, enduring the pain of the Cruciatus Curse, and his chaotic brain gradually became clear, "Can you only do sneak attacks?"

Grindelwald chuckled a few times and threw the potion over, "Why are you so anxious? Didn't you pay attention to the second half of the prophecy? Who else is left at the bottom of the lake besides Gryffindor? I already have the signs of the plague. clue.."

"Oh, what is it..."

Sitting on the chair and rubbing his temples, Tom kept telling himself that nothing would happen to Abu. The prophecy was complete and he would definitely find a way... Damn it, he would definitely find a way!

"Ah...according to what I saw...the only people who died were...that couple, but..." Grindelwald smacked his lips and played with the wand in his hand, "The head of the Malfoy family was also affected. You have to stay calm to keep him safe."