Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord. Author: The Moon on the Horizon

Tom felt very lucky after being reborn into the world of Harry Potter, successfully obtaining an admission letter to Hogwarts and awakening his system.

There was only one small problem that always bothered him - his full name was Tom Riddle, and he had a special connection with Voldemort.

But it doesn't matter. Tom considers himself a model student. He only wants to study hard, wander in the ocean of magic and knowledge, and become the most powerful wizard in history.

But others don't seem to think so.

Dumbledore: "I am impressed by both Toms, but the second is the more troublesome."

Snape: "What kind of Dark Lord is Voldemort? Riddle is the real bastard!"

A group of pure-blooded young wizards said: "Tom is the hope of the wizarding world, the only sun!"

Noseless Monster: "There can only be one Tom Riddle in this world! Well, you win. My name is Voldemort now. Can you let go of my Horcrux?"

Countless years later, when the name Tom Riddle became taboo again, Tom was confused. Didn't he just want to study hard? Why did the world become like this?

Chapter 1: The Headmaster Comes to Your Door. Hello, I'm Tom Riddle

July 30, 1991.

For London, which is always gloomy and ready for rain, today is a rare sunny day.

The sky was dotted with a few soft white clouds, and the warm sunlight with a hint of heat poured down unhindered.

The cozy atmosphere makes people want to put a lounge chair in the yard, take a comfortable nap, and enjoy this hard-earned good weather.

However, only a few people have the opportunity to enjoy a leisurely life, and most people need to work hard to stay in this world longer and more decently.

This is the case in the Lewisham area of ​​South London.

Central areas such as Chelsea and Kensington have been occupied by aristocratic gentlemen and financial vampires. Most of the docks, ordinary wage earners and a large number of Caribbean immigrants can only live in such remote areas.

Pedestrians on the street walked hurriedly, fearing that if they were a step slower, they would miss out on adding to their boss's luxury house and car.

However, when they pass by an old man, they always can't help but slow down and look back.

The old man did not feel offended by this, but smiled and nodded in greeting, his steps brisk, even surpassing many young people.

The reason why he is so eye-catching is that his appearance and dress are very unique.

The old man was tall and thin, with silver hair and beard that were long enough to be tucked into his belt. He wore a purple robe that dragged on the ground. The fabric of the robe was obviously very expensive, and it was embroidered with dazzling stars and moons. Behind the crescent-shaped glasses were a pair of deep blue eyes, which were clear, bright, and piercing, a look that did not belong to his age.

After walking for about half an hour, the old man arrived at his destination - 23 Elm Avenue. The words "Lewisham Children's Home" were hung on the door.

This is a clean and tidy residential area with white townhouses on both sides of the road. Because it is working hours, the area is very quiet.

The doorbell rang.

"coming!"

The old man didn't have to wait too long before a response came from inside the room. Then the door opened and a middle-aged woman in her forties was stunned for five seconds after seeing the old man. Then she asked uncertainly:

"You are... Headmaster Dumbledore?"

The old man smiled and nodded, admitting his identity: "Yes, I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. You should be Ms. Almand, right?"

"I received your reply, and I came here today to dispel your doubts."

Arman forced a smile.

I always feel that the doubts in my heart are getting deeper. What should I do?

With such strange attire, can he be a serious principal?

Could it be Alzheimer's?

However, Dumbledore did not intend to explain too much, but looked into the room.

"Where is the child?"

"Come with me, he's exercising in the backyard."

Arman made way and led the way for the old man.

By the 90s, a large number of centralized orphanages in the UK had been abolished and replaced by a family foster care system that encouraged citizens to adopt orphans.

The existence of the children's home is more like providing a temporary residence for children with family conflicts or psychological problems. Most of them stay here for no more than six months.

However, there are exceptions. For example, orphans who do not want to be adopted can live here until they are 18 years old and continue to receive subsidies.

Arman is the manager of this children's home assigned by the government. Apart from him, all the staff are volunteers.

Crossing the room, Dumbledore followed Alman to the backyard of the villa.

There were four children in the backyard at this time, all boys around ten years old. A boy with black hair and black eyes was wearing worn boxing gloves and punching continuously, causing the sandbag hanging on the clothesline to shake.

The boy was very handsome, with bright eyes, a straight nose, and delicate facial features, like the most perfect work carved by God himself.

"Tom!"

Alman called out, and when the boy stopped and looked over, she continued, "This is Headmaster Dumbledore. He's here to invite you to join their school."

"Thank you, Auntie Arman."

Tom thanked him and then bowed slightly to Dumbledore, "Hello, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Be more casual, child." Dumbledore smiled and pointed to the house: "If you don't mind, can we go to your bedroom to talk?"

"No problem." Tom agreed readily and handed the gloves to a boy: "Seth, one thousand hits, no slacking off."

"Yes, boss."

Seth nodded grimacely.

When Dumbledore re-entered the house, he looked back and saw that Seth had already put on his gloves and started practicing, throwing all his strength into every punch.

...

On the second floor of the room, Tom took Dumbledore to his room.

The room he lives in is the master bedroom of the house. It is quite large. In addition to the bedroom, there is also a separate bathroom and dressing room. It is a complete suite.

There is a table and a row of bookshelves in the corner against the wall. There are many books on the table, and various awards and trophies on the shelves.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Dumbledore."

There was only one chair in the room, and Tom gestured for Dumbledore to sit down, while he sat on the bed.

"Kid, let's formally introduce ourselves again."

The height of the chair was not suitable for Dumbledore, and he felt a little cramped sitting on it, but he didn't care at all. With a kind smile unique to an elderly man on his face, he said softly:

"I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I cordially invite you to study at Hogwarts and help you control and master the power of magic."

"I know, sir; I have read that letter no less than fifty times."

Tom cleared his throat. "I am Tom Riddle. As you can see, I am an orphan. I am honored to attend Hogwarts and be personally guided by the headmaster."

Tom Riddle...

The old man's bright pupils began to dilate and his expression became dazed.

Tom Riddle, an orphan, has an extraordinary appearance and is domineering.

Can this element be filled up a bit more?

Chapter 2: Dumbledore shows his talent and good character

Dumbledore experienced so many ups and downs in his life. Although there were so many factors, it can ultimately be described as coincidence.

He would not arbitrarily classify a student simply because they had the same name or similar life background.

Dumbledore was distracted for only a few seconds before returning to normal. Looking at Tom, who was still smiling a polite smile, he stroked his beard to cover up his distraction and said gently, "Mr. Riddle, it's not an honor, but it is indeed a wonderful fate."

"We have a very busy Potions Professor. He was supposed to be your mentor, but unfortunately the potion he was brewing has reached a critical stage and he can't leave. So I, an old man, have to trouble you."

"But you will have the chance to meet him someday. He is an absolute master of potions and will benefit you greatly."

"Actually, Mr. Riddle, you are also a very special freshman."

Dumbledore changed the subject and asked with a hint of doubt, "My colleagues and I have extensive experience in welcoming Muggle new students to Hogwarts."

"You're the first child I know who accepted the existence of magic so quickly. Usually, we have to use some tricks to make them believe us, like this."

Dumbledore snapped his fingers, and the scattered books on the desk immediately moved and were soon neatly placed together.

"Mr. Riddle, don't you suspect that magic is a hoax?"

Faced with Dumbledore's doubts, Tom looked directly into the old man's blue eyes without hesitation and stretched out his hand.

"Actually...magic has always been around me."

On the bookshelf, a gold-edged envelope flew out from the interlayer of a thick collection of Grimm's Fairy Tales and fell into Tom's hands.

It was the acceptance letter from Hogwarts that he received yesterday.

Tom played with the envelope and explained, "Ever since I was six, I've discovered that I've awakened some extraordinary abilities, but I don't believe I'm special or unique. There must be people like me in the world."

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Dumbledore did not hesitate to applaud and praise: "Brilliant, absolutely brilliant, what an excellent control."

"Mr. Riddle, you are wrong about one thing. Being able to cast spells with your own will before even starting school is rare even in my... no, in our world."

"Believe me, you will achieve great things in magic in the future."

It is normal for a little wizard's magic to riot. If there is no riot, it is a dud.

But usually after a riot, magic power is out of control and will fall into dormancy. Only after obtaining a wand and undergoing learning and guidance can one use magic proficiently.

Tom Lu's move just now was extremely skillful, and it was obvious that he could control it with ease.

But while Dumbledore was happy that Hogwarts was about to have another outstanding student, he felt a little sad.

Like, more like

"Thank you for the compliment. I'm just luckier." Tom lowered his head shyly, but he felt relieved in his heart.

This level is passed...