Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

With a faint sigh, Tom clenched the tea cup with some grievance, "I didn't steal those things. Even though I was in a barren orphanage, I still retain my own pride. Those little things are my children - —I refer to the snakes I communicated with. They couldn’t stand the behavior of those children and gave them to me... I don’t want to justify my behavior, but I really hate the feeling of being misunderstood by you. ."

Embarrassed and wanting to burn something, Dumbledore touched his nose guiltily. This was a misunderstanding. He didn't expect it to be like this, this brat! Why didn't you say it at the time? Telling him now, wouldn't it make him feel even more guilty, "Uh...ah haha...that's it, that little Tom~ Can you forgive me for my behavior? I'm...I'm sorry. ."

The corners of his mouth curled up a little happily, and Tom felt like he was out of breath. He nodded his head in relief, "Of course~ It's just a small misunderstanding. Professor, don't take it to heart..." After a pause, Tom was entangled in his heart. Should he simply tell him about last night's dream? He wasn't sure whether the professor would start to hate him again because of it. After all, wizards' dreams were more or less mysterious.

Especially that realistic dream is not beautiful.

"As I said before..." Dumbledore saw Tom's hesitation, lowered his voice, and gave Tom, or the two of them, a chance in his heart, "I am happy to be the person to whom you can confide your troubles. , as your professor, it is my responsibility and obligation to guide you."

Tom blinked. He had an intuition that today's decision would affect his life. He lowered his eyes and stared at the cooling drink. He took a deep breath and made a decision. He was Tom Riddle, just Tom Riddle. Not the extremely indifferent person in the dream, "In fact... I have been having a realistic dream..."

After recounting everything in his dream, Tom clenched his fists nervously, feeling a little worried and uneasy. He was afraid that the professor would tell him that this was something abnormal, and he was afraid that the professor would tell him that this was his future. He didn't want that handsome senior to lose his original charm and turn into a cold, soundless corpse.

Dumbledore had a sullen face and tapped his temple with a headache. He had never encountered such a thing before, and for a while he couldn't find the reason why it happened, let alone the solution. He sighed, Dumbledore said Lido rubbed Tom's little head soothingly.

"Tom, I still need to look up some information on this matter. Promise me not to be deceived no matter what. Occlumency... may be a bit difficult for you, but I still hope you can master this advanced skill as soon as possible. magic..."

Nodding firmly, Tom put down the completely cold cup and looked at his most respected professor with some words. He grabbed a handful of cockroaches and stuffed them into his mouth. He looked away with difficulty. Tom made up his mind in his heart. Lifetime! He won't even eat this! "Thank you Professor, I will do it. Then I will take my leave..."

Leaving Dumbledore's office, Tom shuddered and tried to forget what he had just seen. He swore! He just heard the screams of the cockroaches! It's really scary. If you want to become a strong person, do you have to use this method to strengthen your heart?