Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"...It was Christmas Eve in 1927. You were born in the heavy snow. Your mother closed her eyes after giving you this name..." The kind-hearted old woman reached out and touched the delicate baby The boy looks like a little angel, and his jade-like hair is as soft as feathers.

Tom's dark eyes were shining as he lay on the old woman's knees, listening to the story he had heard countless times, "Dean~ Why did my mother never wake up again? She didn't like me, so she put me Did you leave it behind?"

The old dean sighed, facing a three-year-old child, she really couldn't bear to tell this cute little guy what death is, "Little Tom~ She is your mother, how could she not love you? She just became The Pleiades in the sky~ Just like her name, Merope Gaunt, she will always look at you."

"Really~" The light in Tom's eyes became even brighter. He climbed down from the old dean's knees, ran to the window with his short legs, climbed on the stool and stretched out his white hands to the night sky, "Mom~ I'm here Here! You have to watch me carefully!"

Watching the child's innocent behavior tenderly, the old dean prayed for the poor child in his heart. May God bless Tom to keep his pure soul forever, as clean and pure as the heavy snowfall when he was born.

"Okay~ Tom, come here quickly. It's time to go to bed. Do you still want to listen to stories today?"

Hearing the call of the old dean, Tom cheered happily. In the orphanage, his favorite was the old dean. Unlike the annoying Mrs. Cole, who would always pinch his arm when no one was paying attention, and would not Bully him like any other kid.

"Dean, I will grow up quickly, earn a lot of money, and give it all to you!" Tom was held by the old dean's rough and thin hand, raising his little head with a serious look on his face. He had seen the dean. The dean secretly distributes food to others and only drinks water to satisfy his hunger. As long as he has money, the dean will not have to starve like this!

Holding back the tickle in her throat, the old dean smiled lovingly. This little guy was the most handsome, well-behaved and sensible child in Wu's orphanage. He was also the child who made her love the most. He would not complain to her if he was bullied.

If only that young woman were still alive...

"Okay~ The dean is waiting for you. We're here. Just lie down. I'll be here waiting for you to fall asleep."

Nodding his little head obediently, Tom climbed onto the thin hard bed, took off his clothes and got into the cold bed. He shivered subconsciously, smiled and said good night to the dean, "Dean~ can you give me more?" Shall I tell you what my mother looked like? I'm afraid I'll forget."

Reaching out to tuck the quilt for Tom, the old dean chuckled a few times and placed a kiss on Tom's forehead, "Of course~ I will keep telling you until you remember..."

"Your mother, like you, had long black hair. Although she was very thin at the time, her eyes were full of love... Tom Marvolo Riddle, Tom, I love you, was her last word , I think she must be looking forward to your birth, because she really loves you, Tom..."

Closing his eyes with contentment, Tom still doesn't understand what love is, but he is still very happy. At least he knows that his mother did not leave him here. Maybe he will find other family members if he has a chance, so that he should realize that the hospital What is love in a long mouth.

But one thing he was sure of was that he liked this kind and kind dean very much. He really hoped that the dean could stay with him until he understood 'love'.

In his dream, Tom saw a woman who was thin and average-looking. Her eyes were staring at his face. It felt strange, as if she was looking at someone else through him.