Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

‘My *** senior Abu

May I assume that your head is not full of Galleons? In other words, if you still have any sense left, you should know who to keep a distance from, especially those perverts who like to play ‘punishment’ games!

I'm not expecting your reply at all.

T·R’

Abraxas put the letter on his chest with a silly smile. His little guy must have missed him. The crossed-out word must be 'dear'~

"Did you see how little Tom's handwriting looks like mine! This is love!"

Brutus, as the current head of the Malfoy family, looked at his son's stupid...cute appearance and felt mixed emotions in his heart. He wanted to get angry and ask his son to wake up, but he was reluctant to say so, which made him choke. It hurts, is this the battle he won with an 'army' of 50,000 people?

"You brainless idiot, a white-haired peacock in heat, shouldn't you first find out why Riddle said that?"

Olivia endured it again and again, but finally she couldn't hold it back anymore and placed the tea cup in her hand heavily on the table. If she wanted to live a few more years easily before, now, she would rather be buried early and rest in peace! how! Can love still make people lose their minds?

Abraxas shook his long hair away, put away his silly smile and nodded reservedly. He was right, he wanted to find out who had the guts to do something to his little guy.

Narrowing his eyes dangerously, Abraxas thought of the 'punishment' game written in the letter, and his anger boiled out. Of course he knew how exaggerated some guys were, and he also did it when he was at Hogwarts. I've seen it many times, could it be...

"Thank you for the reminder...I will investigate carefully. If those rubbish filthy dirty little Tom's eyes...hum..."

Brutus pinched his knees and stood up after his son left. He said hello to his apparent daughter-in-law and hurried out of the manor. He couldn't stand it anymore! I need to find someone to vent my anger to.

Just find someone to go to Germany first, squat at the door of Durmstrang, and look for an opportunity to break that Stuart's leg.

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

The two Malfoys finished handling their own affairs and returned to the manor one after another. Abraxas opened the door to the study and walked in. He saw his father who had put away the potion in a panic. He sat on the chair with his eyes lowered and stared at his hand, which symbolized the status of the head of the family. ring in a daze.

"Ahem!" Brutus cleared his throat awkwardly, feeling inexplicably guilty, "Abu... have you seen anyone today..."

Still silent, Abraxas could not suppress the sour feeling on the tip of his nose and responded dully, "Yes, father... I saw Arcturus..."

Secretly thinking that it was indeed the case, Brutus stood up and walked to his son. He gently raised his hand and rubbed the top of Abraxas's head, "I miss you so much. The last time I did this was when you were four years old. ..."

Pain, self-blame, regret... Abraxas raised his head and looked at his father who was getting older. Yes, he was already so old, how could his father not grow old?

"You should have told me, you shouldn't have done that...the curse...can't be lifted?"

Blinking his eyes with a relaxed expression, Brutus raised his legs and walked towards a bookshelf, "Come with me... It's time to tell you everything about your family..."