Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Dumbledore was gesturing at his newly purchased robes in front of the floor-length mirror when he heard the door open and turned back to look at the two venomous snakes with contemptuous expressions on their faces.

Putting aside the star-patterned robe, Dumbledore trotted over happily, holding the two of them one by one back to the mirror.

"Tom~ Lucius~ Take a look at the mirror I bought from the Muggle world. A mirror that won't express your own opinions. Is it worth buying?"

"Compared with this...Dumbledore, you should first understand that at your age, you are not suitable for this...pink dress that can only be worn by girls..."

Covering his eyes with a headache, Tom waved his hand and turned the ill-fitting long skirt on the old rice fan into an ordinary robe. He pursed his lips and patted Lucius who was about to vomit soothingly.

"Lucius... do you still remember what I often told you when you were a child?"

"Of course..." Lucius looked away with difficulty, waving the cleaning spell on his sleeve desperately, "I will never become... such a person..."

By not saying rubbish, Lucius saved some face for the current principal, although it seemed that Principal Dumbledore didn't care.

"Tsk, you guys with no taste. This is my secret to keeping a young mind. Tom, don't you know that I am the most popular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts?"

Tom raised the corners of his mouth mockingly and sneered as he looked at the portrait of the goatee principal hanging on the wall, pinching his neck and retching, "Before you didn't increase the school rules."

‘That’s right! Albus, you should know that you are now the most annoying Headmaster! ’

Dumbledore turned to look at Phineas Black, pouted and cursed in a low voice, "What are you here to do? Let's talk about it first..."

"Fox has just passed away. If you want to return to Malfoy Manor, you can only choose to Apparate in Hogsmeade."

Looking at Dumbledore with pity, Lucius knew for the first time that in the eyes of the world, the greatest white wizard...

Poor as a house elf.

He is really...so grateful to his father for having such a charming face...

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Tom habitually mocked the old bee a few times. When Dumbledore once again fell into memories and began to reflect on atonement, he led Lucius, who was watching the show, towards the bookshelf.

After knocking on the bookshelf, Tom took a step back. The closed bookshelf opened, revealing the pensieve suspended in mid-air inside.

"Lucius, next time you want to know about your mother, you can tell me directly... I remember I told you, don't be a hypocritical fool..."

"Godfather... I was only one year old at that time. If my grandfather hadn't told me later... I don't think I would have remembered... such a long memory."

Tom pushed Lucius into the pensieve with a gloomy expression. Godson and all... he was still the cutest when he was a child.

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Instead of looking at the platinum fool who was watching the memories, Tom sat on the sofa in the office and picked up a wine glass to interrupt Old Bee's contemplation.

"Dumbledore, your old lover has left. Do you feel lost?"

"...I'm going to tell Hagrid who let him raise the rooster...and die of exhaustion..."

"Don't forget who roasted and ate them in the end."

Dumbledore puffed up his cheeks. Not to mention, Tom controlled the fire even more perfectly than he did. The sizzling roast chicken tasted really good~

"No wonder you didn't eat..."

Tom raised his eyebrows but did not refute Dumbledore's words, "While Lucius is looking at his memories... tell me, what is the deep hatred between you and Grindelwald?"

"I don't believe that it's just a disagreement over ideas, otherwise you wouldn't be so resentful of those people... those who forced you to fight him."

Dumbledore glanced at Tom, then at the Sorting Hat, and finally his eyes fell on Tom again, "Why didn't I know...that you are so curious?"

Tom smiled nonchalantly, tilted his head and raised his chin, lowering his eyes and scanning the empty photo frames on the table, "These secrets are good to pass the time."

Cursing under his breath again, Dumbledore stood up and paced back and forth in the office, "...because of an accident."

"I think you should also know that the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, Aberforth Dumbledore, is my brother, and our relationship..."

"It has never been good... I used to think that my talents should be used to change the world, rather than being 'imprisoned' in a small valley."

"The appearance of Gellert made me even more convinced of this... In just a few months, the two of us decided to break the rules of the wizarding world..."

"At that time, we believed that it was our birthright to reshape the world...but I overlooked one thing, my departure..."

"My brothers and sisters who will evade the responsibilities that should belong to me, lose their parents, and cannot live independently..."

Dumbledore stopped and stood staring at his hands, hands full of sin, "When I was about to leave with Gellert..."

"Aberforth and I got into an argument. He thought I was lost in my rhetoric and that Gellert was just using me...and these words completely ignited Gellert's anger."

"After that...Aberforth was hit by Gellert's Cruciatus Curse, and what followed was a melee...young and energetic, I also joined in."

"Finally...finally...a killing curse hit my sister, Ariana...I couldn't believe it, and I didn't even have the courage to think about who cast the killing curse. "

Tom blinked. He had talked with Aberforth a long time ago. As a master of Legilimency, sometimes he couldn't control his magic power very well...

Ariana Dumbledore...in Aberforth's memory, was always a well-behaved, sensible, and pitiable Obscurus.

It seems... Grindelwald's appearance was just to stop Dumbledore, open up the tangled illusion, and learn the cruel truth...

"Perhaps...Grindelwald is not what others say...he just wants to use you and contact you..."

Hearing Tom's murmur, Dumbledore moved his lips and sat back on the sofa in silence. As one of the parties involved, he knew this better than anyone else...

Otherwise, Gellert wouldn’t have refused the French Black Rose after hearing his footsteps in that hotel.

"The person I won't let go, the person I can't forgive, will always be myself."