Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Tom was speechless and felt a father's love, a heavy father's love that could break his bones! If we don't let go of him and this Malfoy, only one person will survive...

Inexplicably feeling a chill on his back, Brutus let go and calmed down his excitement. You can't blame him~

This is little Tom! The little Tom who stole his son's soul! Still the living heir of Slytherin!

"Ahem, I'm sorry. I'm rude. I'm Brutus Malfoy. Just call me father~"

The familiar feeling of powerlessness came over him again. Tom pursed his lips to resist the urge to roll his eyes, and kept telling himself that the person in front of him was not Abraxas...

You can't be rude, you can't just knock people away...

Let alone bury people directly in Albania! !

"Mr. Malfoy..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Brutus shook his index finger with a look of disapproval on his face, looking at the dark-faced young man with a soft and doting expression, "You said you called me father~"

"Or just call me by my name...Little Tom, what are you doing here?"

Tom's eyelids were twitching wildly, his sixth sense was really accurate! Could it be that he has awakened his prophetic talent? Why on earth did he come here!

Here’s the time turner! He needs a Time-Turner... and he's going to rob the Ministry of Magic!

"I... came here to find something, Brutus... are you here for the potion ingredients? Olivia's body... I'm sorry..."

Tom lowered his eyes. He couldn't solve Abu's irritability. The damn blood curse... there was no way to erase it...

Even the curse on Brutus, he couldn't do anything about it...

Feeling his own incompetence for the first time, Tom felt depressed again. He didn't want to look at the person in front of him. He could feel...

This Mr. Malfoy, my gratitude and appreciation...

Tom knows what kind of character he is, and he will always be extra careful with people who show kindness and sincerity to him...

Afraid that those people would suffer misfortune because of him..

"Child, this is not your fault, why should you apologize? It is us who should be grateful... When you find what you want, will you go back with me?"

"Go back to Malfoy Manor...Abu, he has been waiting for you..."

Brutus put his hand on Tom's shoulder and felt a little emotional in his heart. Living in an orphanage in the Muggle world, no matter how good a person is, he will still have insecurity and inferiority hidden in his heart...

Maybe this is why Tom doesn't want to go back...

He believed that he, who had nothing, was not worthy of the pure-blood nobles in the wizarding world.

Feeling the warmth on his shoulders, Tom's nose felt a little sore. The scene he had fantasized about countless times finally came to reality...

From someone who is not related to him by blood, from the father of the person he loves most...

"it is good..."

With a slight smile, he raised his head and met those eyes, which were the same gray-blue as Abraxas, and as gentle as the way Abu looked at him.

"Then let's move quickly! I've really had enough of this damn sweltering jungle!"

Brutus walked forward first, looking down for possible herbs, the bastard Prince family! He went so far as to engage in a closed manor!

Even the only heir has disappeared, and there is no news at all for so long!

Otherwise, there would be no need for him to go to this damn place! You only need to spend a galleons to get those herbs that are not available on the market!

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Erin sat in the outdoor cafe and looked around curiously. All this was really new to her. She had fled to Surrey for several years.

But she couldn't get enough of the scenery here. Fortunately, she exchanged a lot of pounds before leaving, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to eat such delicious food~

"Miss, can I sit here?"

The low and elegant voice brought Erin back to her senses. She looked up at the tall and handsome man in front of her and responded softly with a blushing face.

Erin glanced vaguely at the empty seat next to her, feeling a little fluttering in her heart. Maybe this was just an excuse...

Twisting the broken hair around her ears, Irene, who is in her early twenties, still has the characteristics of a girl and is not much wary of handsome young gentlemen.

"Tobias Snape, my name... may I have the honor of knowing your name~"

The tail note rose slightly, and Tobia looked at the person opposite expectantly. The first time he saw the other person, he was attracted by the unique temperament of the young woman.

It was like a princess who had escaped from the castle, following perfect etiquette instructions, but unable to hide her curiosity, carefully looking at the new world with moving eyes.

"Irene..Irene Prince.."

The tips of her ears felt a little hot, and Erin whispered her name softly. When she heard the low laughter coming from the other side, she glared at Tobias angrily.

"Sorry~ I just think you're cute..."

Erin pursed her lips and looked away. She took a sip from the coffee cup and frowned unconsciously. The taste was not as good as usual...

Not even as good as the coffee my grandfather once brewed..

grandfather?

Eileen's eyes were dazed for a moment. Her grandfather had passed away seven years ago... It had also been seven years since she came to the Muggle world...

Why did she suddenly think of her grandfather...

There is nothing worthy of her nostalgia in that home, right?

With a painful groan, Irene stood up suddenly holding her head, the warm coffee staining her brand new skirt.

"Oh my God! Miss Prince?? Erin!!"

Tobia quickly supported the person, not understanding why the other person suddenly became like this, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Erin's eyes seemed to have lost focus, and she looked at the person in front of her aimlessly, and her originally shining eyes were once again covered with white mist.

After a while, he gently withdrew from Tobia's arms, "Sorry, I'm fine... I just have a headache occasionally..."

Still worried, Tobia once again suggested taking the other party to the hospital, "Let's go get it checked..."

"Well...I will go, but not now..."

Erin helplessly pointed at the stain on her skirt. If there was no one around, she would clean it directly with magic spells. Unfortunately, there was a Muggle beside her...

"Okay, I was negligent, so please let me take you home... I don't mean anything else, I'm just a little worried about your situation..."

Irene tilted her head and looked at the worried man. After a while, she nodded gently. She lived not far from here...

'Get out of here... and never come back..'

Erin paused in her steps. She didn't know why her grandfather's advice came to mind. Maybe her memory was really bad...

Or maybe she's heard this too many times...

She...is not a qualified Prince. This is something she will never forget in her life...

As for the reason... maybe it's because she couldn't meet her grandfather's requirements...