Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Abraxas had a terrible headache. He covered his forehead and didn't know what to do with his son. What had happened had already happened. It was useless to teach the brat a lesson. And there was that prophecy...

"Tom, if I remember correctly, Troplawni said... that enough blood must be sacrificed? Could it be Lucius..."

With a gloomy face again, Tom nodded, and then relaxed his frown, "No one can take his life away, Abu... you must stay in the manor... and you can't go anywhere."

Abraxas chuckled, "If I disobey, will you imprison me~"

"meeting."

Staring into his extremely serious black eyes, Abraxas smiled a little stiffly. This guy would definitely do such a thing, "Okay, okay... Imprison the owner of the manor, you really have it..."

"I will be obedient and stay with you 24 hours a day, how about it?"

Tom nodded vigorously, and then whispered to the snakewood wand in Parseltongue - 'I command you with the blood of Slytherin... to surrender to Abraxas Malfoy...'

The snakewood wand glowed with light, escaped from Tom's hand, and jumped into Abraxas's hand.

The majestic vitality was transmitted to the whole body along the palm of his hand, and Abraxas sighed happily, it is really a magical wand, it is worthy of being the legacy of Slytherin...

"I thought I wasn't qualified to use it~ It seems it listens to you."

Tom glanced at Abu who successfully used the spell, and felt relieved, "If I hadn't seen Salazar Slytherin, maybe I wouldn't be able to order it, but now... it will obey my wishes."

"Abu... I'm going to check on Lucius. You..." Tom paused and held Abraxas's hand again, his attitude a little tougher, "You are with me, you can't leave. by my side."

The expression was a little strange, and Abraxas suppressed the inappropriate thoughts. He shouldn't think... This is not bad...

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The two of them came to Lucius's dormitory together, and Tom opened the door, wanting to burn something even more intensely, this brat! ! !

"Luke!"

Tom quickly stood in front of Abraxas, "Don't go there, Abraxas, stand behind me..."

Walking into the comatose idiot godson with a wand, Tom pointed the tip of the wand at the dense purple pustules, humming his lips and reciting complex and mysterious ancient magic.

'boom'

Tom swayed, starting from the palm of his hand, coldness spread all over his body, followed by a hot and warm breath...

For some reason, a pair of almost silver-white eyes seemed to appear in front of Tom's eyes - death and rebirth... It was the wand choosing the wizard...

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At the same time, in Diagon Alley - Ollivander's wand shop, the silver-haired Ollivander woke up from a nap and turned to look at the shelves at the back.

"Oh...poor guy..."

After muttering something, Ollivander walked to the shelf, pulled out one of the wand boxes, and after opening the lid, he found that the holly wood inside - a wand with a phoenix feather in the core, cracked from the center, emitted a puff of gray smoke, and then completely lost its function. .

"Little guy, have you accomplished your mission... Oh... No, no... there is no need to exist... It seems that it won't be long... We can all show off these old bones..."

"Of course, of course... I will bury you properly. You have such a bad temper. Oh, I know... I know... the phoenix feathers are not suitable for him. What about snake nerves? You think this is funny too, right? ?”

Ollivander was like a madman, holding the broken wand and talking to himself. When the matter was over, he had to find Dumbledore, that old guy, but he owed him a large sum of galleons~

He will never forget his original bet. Really...that little devil almost caused him to lose to the old madman. Oh my love~ Haha, what a great magic...

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Abraxas wanted to touch the person in front of him, but was worried that he would interrupt Tom's movement. He was so anxious that he was sweating all over. What's going on? Why does Tom feel like he's under the Imperius Curse?

What should he do now? ! Would strangling Lucius have any effect? !

Perhaps due to the telepathy between father and son, or perhaps because of the desire to survive, Lucius groaned, his nose itched, he sneezed, and a small amount of flames spurted out from his nostrils.

"Well.."

Not knowing what happened at all, Lucius wiped the flames from his chest. He only remembered that he was very tired. Why did he turn into a fire dragon when he woke up? ?

"Father? Godfather? What's going on?"

"Shut up, don't make me kill my own son!" Abraxas suppressed his voice, glared at the idiot who had returned to normal, and then looked nervously at Tom, who was unresponsive.

The dark eyes that had lost their brightness were stained with scarlet. Tom blinked and let out a long breath, "Haah..."

"Tom, how are you?"

After coming back to his senses, Tom smiled and stretched out his arms to hug his nervous lover, "It's nothing... I just thought of what to do, Abu, will you be unhappy if Lucius has scars on his body?"

"How is that possible! As long as he lives to give birth to an heir, even if he only has one breath left."

Lucius looked blankly at the two people hugging each other and leaving, unable to control the trembling of his body. Are these two people... crazy?

"What happened... the mouse... why did I dream about the mouse... Severus... no, I should go find Narcissa... no... it's still wrong, something is missing..."

With a pale face, Lucius covered his heart. Has this place ever felt so empty before? What did he lose...didn't the Godfather say that? His memory is not lost.

He even clearly remembers everything from childhood to adulthood, even Spider End Alley!

Potions Master...is that important? Why couldn't he control himself to pay attention to the little bat?

"Tsk, it seems that it's my obsession with potions? Godfather shouldn't be too harsh on me. Those materials are too disgusting...it doesn't fit with Malfoy's aesthetic..."

Back in the study, Tom kissed Abraxas on the lips. Now that he had a solution, it was time to comfort his beloved.

"You guy... don't mess around..."