Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"It seems that I am indeed different..."

Tom felt so happy for the first time, and then lost again. If he had discovered this magical ability earlier, would he have been able to prevent the death of the dean?

As soon as this idea came up, it started to grow wildly in Tom's mind. He still needed to experiment, but just making the object move was nothing.

Early the next morning, Tom found Billy, who had been against him, and deliberately wandered back and forth in front of his eyes. Soon Billy couldn't stand this provocative feeling.

"Don't appear in front of me! You annoying guy...ah!" As if he was suddenly tripped by something invisible, Billy fell directly out, lying on the ground with a blushing face, damn it! How could he fall flat on the ground! Still in front of this guy!

"Hahaha~ Billy! You are so good that you can actually wrestle in the open field?"

"You must be bowing down to Riddle's appearance and want to kiss his shoes! Hahaha~"

The roar of laughter around him made Billy's face get worse and worse. He got up and glared at the expressionless Tom, then turned around and ran around the yard chasing the booing people, "Damn it, how dare you laugh at me! Bastard! Here! I stop, I'm going to beat you two bastards to death!"

Frowning, pouting, and shaking his little head, Tom was not very satisfied with his abilities. What was the use of making people wrestle him? He could do it by stretching his calves. It seemed that he needed more experiments. His eyes were on those who bullied him. Turning back and forth on people.

Tom stared at the freckle-faced little boy and raised the corners of his mouth. This guy was always following Billy and grabbing his bread. "Humph, I really hope this bad guy will be unlucky today." ’

Praying silently in his heart, Tom was not in the mood to blow the cold wind in the yard, so he stepped to the canteen. If he didn't eat something, he would really starve to death. Now his stomach had begun to protest, like twisting a rag. , invisible big hands were twisting his stomach.

After pouring a glass of hot water, Tom sat at the end of the dining table, holding the hard dry bread in front of him. He tore it into small pieces with great effort and put it in his mouth. He took a sip of water before he felt that the food in his mouth was really bread. , rather than any bones.

‘If one day I can go to a place where I don’t have to worry about food, that place will definitely be the paradise in the mouth of the old dean! ’

I sighed in my heart, Tom's hands kept moving, he was just a little orphan, how could such a good thing happen to him.

The fist-sized piece of bread was quickly eaten, and Tom drank the water in the glass in one gulp, jumped off the stool and returned to his room. In the afternoon, they all had to go out, holding boxes and asking others to donate to the orphanage.

Putting the clothes on one by one, Tom took a satisfied look at his chubby body. It was a bit ugly, but it was good to keep him warm. At least this way, his body would not be sore from the cold. Pulling down his sleeves to cover his little hands, Tom heard Mrs. Cole's shout, opened the door and walked out.

"Come back before dinner! Don't run around, otherwise no one will care about you if you die outside! Grab your things and follow me."

Mrs. Cole walked in front holding the largest box, followed by a bunch of little tails. It's Christmas~ Those rich people will not hesitate to give more money, maybe she can buy a bottle of gin, tsk , but also an extra meal for these little brats.