Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Doing this is just like... It's like you are standing in for someone, blocking other people's prying eyes, and focusing everyone's attention on yourself...

Just like what the heads of the Malfoy family did in the past, they launched a high-profile puppet and controlled the overall situation from behind the scenes. Could it be... that Abraxas allowed himself to come to the forefront for his sake?

Looking a little dazed and confused, Tom felt that his mood was very complicated. He didn't know the truth, but what if it was really what he thought...

Shaking his head to get rid of the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, Tom picked up the dinner plate and sat in the corner. Malfoy has always been focused on profit. Doing this will not mean anything to Abraxas or the entire Malfoy family. benefit.

He can't be sentimental...

But today's eggnog...isn't it a little too high? Isn't it a sweet drink without alcohol...

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

Back in his room, Tom sat at the table and took out a piece of parchment, holding a quill and trying to clarify his doubts.

Until the ink dripped and stained the parchment, Tom didn't write even a single letter and threw the quill aside.

Tom put his hands on the edge of the table, and the chair under him rubbed against the floor, making a harsh squeaking sound. He leaned his head back and rested it on the back of the chair.

Tom stared blankly at the stains on the ceiling. He had to admit once again that Abraxas's charm was really great...

"Can my love... be worthy of someone like you..."

After getting up and opening his suitcase, Tom took out the white rose that was sealed by magic from the wooden box, and moved his fingers to cancel the magic spell on it.

Without the preservation spell, the delicate petals quickly withered and shrank, losing their previous whiteness and fragrance, leaving only the smell of wilting and decay...

"Look...the flowers that are 'suitable for you' will wither...and what about me..."

(White rose - the flower of courtship, I am enough to match you)

Knowing that there were many wizards here, which would confuse the Ministry of Magic's tracking of the young wizards, Tom used a disappearing spell with a twist of his wrist to clean up the roses on the ground.

Tom's thoughts returned to July last year, when he was here, putting on the dress Abraxas gave him, with the flower that just disappeared on his chest, closing his eyes and imagining the person dancing with him...

Maybe that person would be wearing a tailored white dress, with his long hair tied back by a silver ribbon, his gray-blue eyes full of tenderness, dancing gracefully amidst countless blessings... In his fantasy, Those eyes reflected his smiling face...

"Seven...is really a magic number~"

With a self-deprecating smile on his lips, Tom opened his eyes and reached out to touch the dark lines on the dress. He knew that Abraxas's wedding banquet was just a transaction, but why did his heart hurt so much?

The unbearable pain almost drove him crazy. Is this love? Can love only bring pain to people?

"Do you also feel this way...Abu...Do you feel the same pain as me...Do you really not give up..."

Muttering to himself, Tom seemed to be unable to control himself, pointed the wand at himself, and whispered a magic spell...

"Heart-piercing and bone-cutting..."

Tom fell on the bed with a groan. He felt that every inch of his skin was pierced by countless hot sharp needles. Severe pain instantly took over everything.