Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

The next day, Tom dragged his tired body to finish the course and sat alone in the library. Suddenly he felt that the loneliness he was used to was a little unbearable. He wanted to fall into that warm embrace and pursed his lips. The book is closed.

Tom ran all the way back to the lounge and saw the platinum noble who was chatting with others. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He was secretly angry at his impulsive behavior. The moment Abraxas turned around, he turned around and left the rest room. room.

"Aren't you going to catch up? He's been staring at you~" Volga raised his chin towards the door of the lounge and winked as if watching a good show, "Your little kitten... looks very good. I want to seek comfort from my master~"

Frowning slightly, Abraxas squinted at his schoolgirl. For some reason, when he heard the word 'master', he felt very harsh, "Volga, he is not my pet... I don't want to Hearing that again.”

Holding the tea cup and sneering, Volga said no more. Even if Abraxas is very interested in the half-blood now, how long can this last? Pure-blood nobles never have sincerity. When they are given a noble surname, their destiny in this life is determined. They live proudly and alone, wearing false masks, and continue the glory of the family...

"Abraxas, for your own sake and his sake, keep your distance... Your father doesn't want to see... your perfect heir, who will give his sincerity to anyone, that will make you irrecoverable."

His face darkened, and Abraxas did not reply. His gray-blue eyes were filled with frost. He closed his eyes and drank the wine in the glass. When he slowly opened his eyes again, he returned to his noble and elegant state. Platinum Noblesse, "How could I do something that...disappoints a beautiful lady~"

Walking on campus with his head lowered, Tom listened to the frolicking around him and suddenly wanted to escape from it all. He was the only one who was incompatible with this place, as if there was a drop of dirty oil on the clear water, and he could never blend in. .

"Tom...is there anything that's bothering you? If possible, I can listen to you..."

The calm and familiar gentle voice brought Tom back to his senses. He raised his head and looked at the person in front of him. Tom was a little surprised to find that he did not know when he came to Professor Dumbledore's office on the second floor. "Sorry, Professor, I didn't pay attention." When I came in, I’m really sorry.”

Dumbledore's eyes flashed, he pushed down the eyes on the bridge of his nose, stood up and pressed the little wizard on the sofa, took out his wand and tapped the cup, waved the wand and handed over the hot cocoa, "Actually, I'm very happy, you Being able to come here unconsciously means that I have a lot of weight in your heart~~"

The cheerful tone seemed to soothe his restless heart. A sincere smile appeared on Tom's face for a second. He nodded in agreement and took a sip of the sweet drink he didn't like. "That's right, Professor, you have always been my favorite." Dear professor, in fact, I have been hesitating whether I should explain to you... You must know that 'unity' is much more difficult than 'knot', isn't it..."

Looking at Tom with a deep look, Dumbledore seemed to look at the other person through the little wizard in front of him, "Yes... that is difficult, but we should still have the courage to take that step."

Tom could see that the professor did not do what he said. He was a little curious about what happened to the professor and why he always looked at him with a nostalgic and fearful look. However, he still did not ask his doubts and hesitated for a few times. It took him a second to say what he had been meaning to say, "Professor Dumbledore, do you remember the first time we met..."