Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

'I can't see...I want to vomit...'

Still emotionless, still speaking in Parseltongue, Dumbledore smacked his lips and withdrew from the emotion and guilt.

"Vidi, didn't Tom tell you that I understand Parseltongue..."

"Soul fear."

Without a word of nonsense, Gellert directly used black magic to shut up the kid. Damn it, didn't you see that Albus was shaken!

grass! He now wants to curse this thing to death with dirty words!

Dumbledore shook his head, not paying attention to the guy with his hands raised, spinning around wildly on the table, smoking.

"Come on, let's go for a walk...Gellert..."

Walking side by side in the extremely familiar yet unfamiliar valley, Dumbledore returned to his previous home and stopped in the nearby woods.

"We met here...I can't deny my feelings, Gellert...but I can't forget the accompanying tragedy either."

"We are all too old... How about... staying with me from now on... Tom, the former director of the orphanage, seems to like the rocking chair very much. Let's go buy it together tomorrow."

Looking up and taking a deep breath, Gellert said nothing and held Dumbledore's hand tightly. This time, he would face his heart.

This time, he will leave behind his previous ideals. No, his ideals are wherever Albus is.

"Ha..." Not knowing what he thought of, Dumbledore chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling, and he turned to look at the people around him.

"You think...if Aberforth and Newt knew about this, would they come to you with their wands and suitcases in hand?"

"I won't kill them, but...Tom owes me a big favor, and he will help..."

"...If you are the one who picks up Tom, you will definitely become a qualified monarch. You know, that guy thinks I don't know anything."

"Don't even think about who I am~ I am... the white wizard who defeated Grindelwald~ That guy Mundungus is also miserable..."

As he whispered the secret hidden in his heart, Dumbledore suddenly felt much more relaxed. He had almost forgotten...

How many years had it been since he had not talked to Gellert, and how long had it been since he could complain to others without restraint.

He is not the greatest white wizard, not the headmaster of Hogwarts, but Albus, the young man who once talked freely about the future with his lover.

...........................

Painful and happy at the manor, Tom had to be reminded again that he was really thin because of hunger, not injury.

"Abu, Lucius, Severus, I apologize to you again. I swear, I have not received even the slightest bit of harm."

"What's more, I really... don't like sweets. Aren't you all the same..."

His complexion recovered a little, but unfortunately his cheeks were still a little sunken. Tom stared at the three plates of chocolate in front of him, not knowing what else to say.

He is not an old bee, and there is no way he can eat this pile of food.

"You try first..."

Abraxas raised his eyebrows and passed the plate over again. It wasn't until Tom pinched the chocolate that he gave the little wizards a look, and the three of them took a step back.

'pu~pu~~'

Just after taking a bite of chocolate, Tom closed his mouth with a dark face. What is this, a fart sound? It was done very carefully...even the smell was there.