Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"They are very childish, aren't they... My brothers... have always been like this, but at that time, Aberforth admired Albus..."

Tom didn't say anything. To be honest, he couldn't tell this. Look how badly the old bee was beaten now. Without using magic...

The old bee couldn't beat the strong Aberforth.

"They have suffered a lot of injustice because of me...even my parents. Albus is very powerful and is the best wizard in the family."

"But he can only stay at home to take care of me...Actually, I don't want this at all. I hate being the chain that binds them..."

"Phoenix...is the most beautiful when it spreads its wings and flies, isn't it..."

Tom knew more or less about the past events of the Dumbledore family. Sometimes he even thought that it was really ridiculous that Old Bee wanted to live in peace with Muggles.

If it was his sister who lost control because of Muggles, he would never forgive those guys...

"Don't you have any resentment... those Muggles, and Albus..."

The person in the portrait was silent for a moment, then raised his hand to smooth his long hair, "How can I not hate it... But compared to me... they are in more pain."

"I don't want to become a parasite of Obscurus...my father entered Azkaban because of me, and my mother lost her life because of me."

"Death... is actually a kind of relief for me. I think that in this way, my sins will disappear, but they are still alive..."

"Living in pain and suffering...Aberforth was actually just worried. He thought Grindelwald was just trying to take advantage of Albus."

Ariana frowned. She didn't like that guy either. Over the past few decades, she had been hiding in the photo frame and listening to the guests talking about the wizarding world.

Every time Aberforth heard news about their brother, he would curse in disgust, but she was not sure who he was cursing.

"It's about to end, they are already tired." Ariana smiled softly and winked at Tom mischievously, "Don't repair Albus's nose."

"It's funny to have a crooked nose~"

Tom raised his eyebrows, and when he saw the portrait entering the hut again, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "As expected of the Dumbledore family... they are full of bad taste." '

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Looking down at the two people sitting on the ground, breathing heavily, Tom waved his wand and treated the wounds of the two old men.

"It's a very exciting... fight... Do you want me to take a photo of the two of you and send it to the newspaper?"

"Hey...Tom, stop saying such sarcastic words..."

Mumbling, Dumbledore got up from the ground and wiped his face. The brat didn't know how to clean up his blood!

And his nose... he still can't feel it! Why, even dark wizards don’t know how to use healing magic!

"Hmph! Five hundred galleons! My table is an antique from the last century! And those wine glasses!"

When Tom heard the angry roar, he turned around and left the Hog's Head Bar. Yes, yes, such thick dirt would never reach this level without a century of accumulation.

But well~

Taking out a golden key from his pocket, Tom's eyes flashed. How many galleons did Grindelwald have?

The 'entry fee' was too much, and he felt a little embarrassed~