Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

Lying listlessly in the empty common room, Tom felt that life was wonderful.

He could occupy the common room all to himself, freely raid the kitchens for food, and quietly read in the library without being disturbed.

Library?

Tom leaped up from the sofa like a carp, finally remembering something he had forgotten due to being too busy lately.

He rummaged through the corner of his storage space and pulled out a crumpled and wrinkled restricted section permission slip, then rushed towards the library impatiently.

Madam Pince repeatedly checked the permission slip several times before reluctantly letting Tom in.

Stepping into the restricted section, Tom felt like he had entered a treasure vault, dazzled by the treasures within.

"'Most Poisonous Potions,' a good book… This 'Powerful Potions' isn't bad either… Oh, 'Curses and Counter-Curses,' take it…"

Tom wanted almost every book, and after picking and choosing for a long time, he finally managed to select a few and ran to Madam Pince to register them.

"Mr. Riddle, these books involve a large amount of dark magic and are not suitable for a first-year student," Madam Pince said to him with a complex expression as she counted the books Tom wanted to borrow, trying to dissuade him.

Tom patted his chest and vowed, "Madam Pince, don't worry, even Professor Dumbledore praises my level of dark magic. These books are no problem."

Madam Pince felt like she was witnessing the birth of a new generation of Dark Lord and tried to dissuade him several more times. Seeing that Tom was unmoved, she reluctantly helped him with the book borrowing registration.

Tom, happily carrying the books away, felt that he had missed out on a fortune by coming so late, and couldn't help but complain, "It's all the fault of that noseless Tom. If I wasn't dueling with you every day, how could I have missed out on such a large fortune?"

It was another day for the noseless Tom to take the blame, and Voldemort behind Quirrell's head inexplicably felt a chill.

When Tom, carrying the books, stepped into the Come and Go Room's Seeker meeting place, he didn't expect that there would still be people there at this time, as he thought the room would be empty.

"Hi, Tom," Harry greeted Tom enthusiastically.

Tom's eyes lit up, and he responded warmly, "Hi, Harry, I didn't expect you to be here?"

Harry replied in a somewhat low tone, "Seamus and the others have all gone home. Ron originally said he would stay and keep me company, but he was also called back by his family with a letter. Only two or three people from Gryffindor stayed, so I wanted to come here and see if I could run into you."

"It's okay, I'll keep you company," Tom walked to the table, blocking Harry's view, and poured him a glass of water with a little something extra added.

"Here, drink some water, relax, don't be unhappy during the holidays."

"Thank you," Harry unsuspectingly took the water glass Tom handed him and drank it all in one gulp.

"Bang!"

After drinking the water, Harry felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, his hands drooped weakly, and the glass fell to the ground and shattered.

Tom quickly helped the unconscious Harry and laid him flat on the ground.

Soft golden light covered Harry's lightning scar, and wisps of black gas overflowed from his scar, gradually gathering into a snake face.

The intense pain caused Harry's face to distort in his sleep. Afraid that Harry would be awakened by the pain, Tom quickly cast a Knockout Charm on him.

Entanglement, envelopment, obliteration—after a familiar process, Voldemort's soul fragment was completely worn away.

Tom expertly picked up the remaining pure white substance and absorbed it.

After absorbing it, Tom checked the panel.

The mastered spells had reached Lv.8+, but nothing else had changed.

But Tom vaguely felt that his level 8+ magic and spells had reached a bottleneck, and that with just one more boost, they could both break through to level 9.

Harry felt like he had a very long dream, the dream was blurry, but he seemed to have lost something.

Opening his eyes, Harry found himself still in the Come and Go Room, with Tom sitting to one side reading a book.

"What happened to me?" Harry rubbed his still-dazed head and asked suspiciously.

Tom closed the book in his hand and replied seriously, "You suddenly fell asleep. I checked you and you're fine. Maybe it's because you've been under too much pressure lately, so I didn't wake you up and let you rest."

Harry didn't suspect anything else and was sincerely grateful to Tom: "Thank you, Tom."

For a moment, a sense of guilt rose in Tom's heart.

'My skin isn't thick enough, my skin isn't thick enough…'

Just as Tom was constantly chanting and hypnotizing himself, Harry hesitantly opened his mouth: "Actually, there's something I haven't said. I've been seeing my mom and dad every night for the past few days."

Seeing Tom's puzzled look, Harry explained, "It's a mirror. I saw my mom and dad in the mirror."

"The Mirror of Erised," Tom directly told Harry the answer.

Harry looked at Tom in surprise: "You know?"

"A magic mirror that can see people's inner desires. If you become too addicted to it, you will be swallowed by desire," Tom said, tapping the book with his finger, word by word.

"I see, but…" Harry frowned. He knew that what Tom said was right, but he couldn't give up the opportunity to see his parents in his heart.

Tom saw Harry's hesitation and said to Harry mysteriously, "If you tell me how to find this magic mirror, I'll give you a gift for Christmas, the gift you desire most."

Harry asked curiously, "What is it?"

"It's a secret, it won't work if I say it," Tom said, then handed the choice over to Harry.

Harry thought for a while and then explained in detail: "It's in the second-to-last room on the right side of the third floor corridor. Ron and I accidentally discovered it a few days ago. By the way, don't go into the room at the end of the corridor, there's a three-headed dog locked inside."

Tom couldn't help but admire the powerful inertia of Dumbledore's Savior Growth Plan.

That night, in the second-to-last room on the right side of the third floor corridor, Tom stood quietly in front of the mirror.

"What do you see, Tom?" Dumbledore's gentle voice rang in his ear.

Tom turned his head and gave Dumbledore a gentle smile: "I see the grown-up me finding a woman who is neither beautiful nor ugly to marry and have two children, a girl and a boy. After the children are independent, I will find a place to live in seclusion with my wife, and finally die before my wife."

Dumbledore looked at Tom in surprise, obviously not expecting to get this answer.

Tom didn't say anything more, said "Good night" to Dumbledore, and turned and left without any nostalgia.

In the quiet room, only the scene of Tom sitting on the throne in the magic mirror crowning himself was clearly visible in the hazy moonlight.