Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"Do you think...the Ministry of Magic can punish me? Or is there really anyone in this wizarding world who can throw me into Azkaban?"

"Or...you think I don't have the ability to incite dirty guards to cause rebellion?"

Once again speechless, Dumbledore thought about it very seriously. Indeed...

Now even if he and Gellert join forces, they probably won't be able to completely 'kill' Tom. The age gap is too big... The two old men in their twilight years have no way to deal with the troublesome guy.

"laugh.."

With a sneer, Tom placed the empty wine glass on the table, leaned back in his chair and looked at Dumbledore.

"I've always been curious, why do you think I would be interested in Horcruxes..."

After a pause, Dumbledore sat up straight, crossed his hands on his knees, and his eyes unconsciously fell on the drawer, where the letters lying inside had turned yellow.

"I'm not sure... how you would react to answering your curiosity, but I thought... maybe it would be fun."

Dumbledore seemed to be remembering something, and the smile on his lips froze for a moment unconsciously, "Mrs. Cole... maybe it's because I have been in contact with you for a long time."

"There is a slight resistance to the curse. This is something I never expected. This also shows that Muggles are not as useless as other people say."

"I don't know what method she used. When you were studying, she asked a bald eagle to send me a letter."

Dumbledore blinked at Tom. People say pets are like their owners, and this is indeed true. The back of his hand still has scars from being caught by a sea eagle.

"As for the content of the letter... it is to 'warn' me not to look at children like you with a 'discriminatory' perspective..."

"Warning..." Tom's thoughts went back to decades ago. He had indeed sent a letter to Mrs. Cole using Apos, which contained pounds that he did not need...

No wonder Abos came back late at that time...

"Yes, warning..." Hearing Tom's murmur, Dumbledore nodded with a deep look, and the expression on his face gradually became weird.

"The wording...a very strong warning...and at the beginning, I thought this would be the best time to get to know you, even though Mrs. Cole is still hostile to me..."

"However... in the subsequent exchange of letters, I still found some information from them, so that I can know your life there..."

Dumbledore tilted his head like an old naughty boy and gave an innocent smile, "Oh~ little angel Tom...why are you afraid of death~"

"It's because I hate seeing important people leave~"

There was deathly silence, Tom's face was gloomy and terrifying, and his red eyes stared at the smiling old madman, "Do you... want to die?"

In a sense, they had been fighting for a long time, and Dumbledore believed from the bottom of his heart that he had won this confrontation.

Relaxing back in his chair, Dumbledore whistled, "I will not deny my mistakes."

"But Tom...how long will you continue to hold grudges after all these years?"

"When you take your husband's surname..."

Tom glanced at the indifferent old bee, rubbed his brows and closed his eyes. There was no denying that deep in his heart...

Dumbledore has long been separated from the camp of 'mortal enemies'. At certain moments, he is as vulnerable as everyone else...