Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes open, Tom felt a little regretful. The window in the solitary room was too high and too small, and he could not see the stars in the night sky. He knew very well that the old dean had lied to him. People will not turn into stars after they die. What? They won't stay, but that doesn't matter.

He would rather deceive himself so that he would not have that suffocating feeling of loneliness, "Why do people die? It would be great if there was no death..."

Closing his eyes with emotion, Tom tried to clear his mind. He needed sleep. Only when he fell asleep would he not be so bored.

Walking in the fog, Tom is very used to having this kind of dream. Occasionally, he will dream of the same scene. It is always foggy and he cannot see the surrounding environment clearly. As long as he keeps moving forward, he will appear. An ordinary-looking, pale woman.

Look, didn’t this just happen?

Tom stopped and stood in front of the woman who looked at his face with dull eyes. Even though he was reluctant, he had to admit that the woman in front of him was his biological mother. He didn't even know his mother's name. After so many years, he had to admit that the woman in front of him was his biological mother. In the dream, it was always like this.

"Maybe you love your father, not me."

Tom reached out and touched his smooth skin, puffing out his cheeks. Only now would he show his childish side, even though he was a child himself. He tapped his fingers in the air, as if he had touched a hard and cold wall, and Tom frowned. He leaned on it and sat down with a stern face.

"Are you really my mother? You are as motionless as a statue, and you don't want to hug me in your dreams? What kind of person is your father? Will you be like what I saw on the street? An elegant and handsome gentleman? Or an out-and-out bastard?"

"No... he will definitely be a perfect gentleman. After all, I am just a little gentleman, right~ Are you all dead? That's why you left me here alone? Well, talking to yourself is really boring... "

Lying on the hard bed, Tom's eyes moved, and he reluctantly opened his eyes. The scene in the dream was indeed boring, but it was much better than being alone. Being stared at by someone, it was indeed very boring at first. It disgusted him, but it didn't matter after he got used to it.

After the confinement was over, Tom returned to his room, opened the cabinet and took out a tin box, and threw the 'trophies' sent by the little snakes into it. He didn't know which snake caused the head, so he had to throw away the garbage. keep it.

"Haha...it will really cause trouble for me..."

When he walked to the kitchen, he found that there was nothing to eat. Tom poured a cup of hot water and sat on the stool to sip it. Fortunately, he hid a piece of bread to eat last night, otherwise he would have had a stomachache again. In the past few years, he had only saved Five and a half pennies.

I don’t know when I will have the opportunity to increase my deposit~

"Riddle! Clean up and gather in the yard!" Mrs. Cole found someone in the kitchen and pouted her lips in disgust. If this guy hadn't been a good seller, she wouldn't have let the damn thing follow.

Stepping forward to hold Tom's chin, Mrs. Cole saw the wound on the other side of his mouth, and let go of her hand with a 'tsk', "If you dare to find trouble for me, I will punish you severely! Don't let that gentleman Wait, go ahead and put on your best clothes.”

Tom lowered his eyes and responded submissively. He stood up and walked back. After turning a corner, he wiped his face hard with his sleeve. He felt like vomiting again.