Save the world from Hogwarts

Dark Lord

Lestrange couldn't believe what was happening to him.

If this is the Dark Lord, then who is the one at Malfoy Manor?

Why can both of them trigger the Dark Mark?

He tried to Disapparate, but without his wand, he could not escape from this anti-Apparition house.

Lestrange knelt down with a "plop" and hit his knees hard on the floor.

The tingling feeling allowed him to regain the ability to speak: "Please forgive my stupidity, my master, this is just this"

After hearing this, someone pushed open the door and entered.

"Perhaps I can be a bystander here," a drawled voice came from behind.

Lestrange's muscles tightened.

"If you don't mind." There was an unmistakable doting in the golden boy's voice.

The Dark Lord said nothing, and the soles of his feet wrapped in black leather shoes lightly hit the ground.

The footsteps came closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of Lestrange.

"Oh, let me see who this is." The drawl raised his chin with his foot.

Lestrange's pupils narrowed and Malfoy

The frequently missing little Malfoy is here

The doubts in Lestrange's heart began to stir again.

His eyes flickered, and when he looked up at Malfoy, he looked at the Dark Lord sitting on the sofa from the corner of his eyes.

The not-so-hard shoe upper rubbed against his chin viciously, and the straight toe of the shoe was close to Lestrance's neck.

"My uncle, long time no see." Draco said fiercely, bending his head.

His movements were equally violent.

Lestrance's neck was kicked hard by Malfoy. After a moment of suffocation, he had to put his hands on the ground to steady his body as he fell backwards.

Little Malfoy twisted the shoe that had touched him on the ground and sat down unceremoniously next to the Dark Lord.

"Perhaps you are willing to tell me now." The Dark Lord twirled his wand, his eyes flashing with his familiar red light, "What is that ugly creature doing, Lestrange?"

Even the picky Lin Zhen had to admit that Tom was not only handsome but also charming.

Lestrange lowered his head respectfully and rolled his eyes.

The Dark Lord in front of him was obviously fighting alone, while the Dark Lord in Malfoy Manor had a group of loyal subordinates.

But no matter which Dark Lord they are, their anger is obviously not something they can bear.

But the Dark Lord in front of him knew very little about what was going on in Malfoy Manor. Even though little Malfoy was marked, he knew almost nothing about the activities of the Death Eaters.

Lestrance made up his mind and answered the Dark Lord's question in front of him humbly.

"I guess you still have reservations." The golden boy finally moved.

Lestrange saw the golden boy walking in front of him wearing house slippers.

His slippered feet stopped in front of his kneeling knees, and he felt a little weight on his hair, probably the hands of the Savior.

what does he want to do

Lestran wondered.

"Legilimency sometimes makes mistakes," the golden boy said with a smile. "I recently learned a new magic. Maybe I can try it on you."

what

Lestrange tried to avoid the savior's hand, but it seemed to be too late.

He felt like he was trapped in a cloud that seemed both real and illusory, and in a trance, he had the illusion of walking on cotton.

All the memories related to the Dark Lord slowly left him, and he felt an indescribable lightness in his heart, as if all the burdens had been lifted away from him.

After an unknown amount of time, Lestrance softened and fell to the ground with his eyes closed.

"Is he dead?" Draco pursed his lips and asked.

"I just fell asleep." Lin Zhen clapped her hands, took the handkerchief from Tom, and wiped it on her own hands, "Your father seems to be doing well. After you were kidnapped by me, he was only affected by It’s just two heartbreaking and bone-cutting operations.”

"Twice" Draco stood up and sat down again after a moment, "Well, where is my mother?"

"Narcissa is fine." Lin Zhen also sat down on the sofa. "In this guy's memory, Narcissa only occasionally helped Voldemort with some things and was not punished. I think this is your father's credit."

Draco breathed a huge sigh of relief, his whole back slumped down, and he sank into the sofa.

"What are you going to do with him?" Tom pointed at Lestrange who was lying on the ground with his chin.

"Leave him to Dumbledore." Lin Zhen waved her hand casually, "Let him use his last glory, and by the way, give his wand to Dumbledore."

Tom raised his eyelids and said, "To be honest, after being with you, I never have a free day."

"Isn't it your long-lost holiday before Christmas?" Lin Zhen narrowed her eyes and reached out to touch Tom's hair, "Stop complaining, my child. You may be even busier in the future."

"Maybe I should stay inside you and not come out." Tom sighed and stood up.

Draco's eyes widened in surprise.

"If that was the case, then you would have disappeared by now." Lin Zhen said lazily.

Draco realized that he had thought too evil.

Tom levitated Lestrange in the air and disappeared from the room.

Lin Zhen turned her head and looked at Draco with an inexplicable pink face: "What did you think of, Draco?"

"Nothing," Draco replied gracefully, rolling his eyes.

"But you're blushing." Lin Zhen smiled and poked Draco's cheek.

Draco slapped Lin Zhen's hand away and became angry: "I suggest you be quiet, Potter."

Lin Zhen raised her eyebrows so much that they almost disappeared into his hairline.

Draco's face grew redder and redder, and finally he stood angrily and stomped out of the dim room.

Lin Zhen burst out laughing.

Tom dragged Lestrange, who was sleeping heavily, and knocked on the door of Hogwarts.

After about 5 minutes, Professor McGonagall opened the door a crack with a serious face.

She didn't seem very surprised when she saw Tom at the door, thinking that Dumbledore had already told her about Tom.

"Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tighter, "What do you want to do with your visit to Hogwarts?"

Tom forcefully threw the sleeping Lestrange towards the door, raised the corners of his mouth, and showed a trusting smile: "Come and give Principal Dumbledore a small gift."

Professor McGonagall sternly looked at the person Tom had thrown over. After a while, she opened her door to the side, leaving enough room for Tom to pass: "Come in."