Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

In 1983, Tom and Abraxas returned to Malfoy Manor again. The soft white little guy looked very afraid of strangers. He buried his face in Lucius's shoulder and peeked at them with a pair of foggy gray-blue eyes. people.

"It's really sad. Both of them are my father now, but no one stayed to help me educate my children. Draco, did you see those two people? Become a little devil and torture them. .”

"Lucius, didn't I tell you not to impose your own preferences on the next generation? Or... is it a tradition for pure-blood nobles to give their heirs such names?"

Tom smiled. Naming names after constellations seemed to be a hobby of nobles, but... these guys, really never thought that the little guys would be laughed at by other little ghosts? Stupid dogs are a good example.

Abraxas was very similar to the previous Brutus. When he had a baby, he completely kicked his idiot son aside. His gentle appearance made Lucius and Tom feel unhappy at the same time.

Taking his eyes away from the loving grandfather and grandson, Tom decided to have some fun for himself, "Lucius, don't you know the symbol of the Deathly Hallows?"

Lucius couldn't keep up with the godfather's brain circuit. He had indeed heard about Grindelwald and the old madman from Cobain, and he had been following the godfather looking for trouble, but...

"Godfather, are you preparing to take over the Uzbek Party? Or are you going to attack Germany?"

"No, I just want to say... you have the Resurrection Stone in your hand, and you only need the Elder Wand to form the Deathly Hallows... the triangle... although it is not an invisibility cloak, it is always on you~"

His eyes were like those of a dead person. Lucius collapsed. He was an idiot to guess so seriously, "Do you need me to call you mother?"

The corners of Tom's mouth raised again. Lucius still hadn't changed. It was so much fun to bully him. "How are Narcissa and Sif? I haven't seen them."

"....Godfather, when will you set off? This afternoon, right?"

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After dinner, Abraxas carried the sleeping dragon back to the room, said softly - good night, and left quietly. The moment he closed the door, his face became terrifyingly gloomy.

It's completely different from the gentle look before.

"Lucius...what's going on with Xiaolong's body? He's very weak, and he still smells of magic medicine."

Closing the newspaper, Tom moved to the sofa next to him and sat in the best viewing position, "Yes, my dear godson, it's time to explain it carefully~"

Taking off the gloves he had worn all year round, Lucius rubbed the scars that extended from the back of his hand to his wrist. He was not a qualified father, let alone a qualified husband...

"After Narcissa became pregnant with the dragon, Severus left here and received an invitation from Slughorn to serve as Potions Professor and Head of Slytherin, and I... couldn't bear it."

"At the beginning, I only felt an incomparable emptiness, but as time went by, the loneliness of not seeing him drove me crazy. Once... I saw a group photo of the past in the study, and then... I didn't see him. Like a rational troll, he uses black magic to destroy everything he can see."

"The thing that annoys me the most is... I know the reason for this, but I can't feel the emotion. But at that moment, Narcissa walked in... She... was hit by my Cruciatus Curse. .”

Subconsciously picking at the scars on his hands, Lucius fell into self-loathing again. At that time, he just wanted to end it all. Whether it was his family or himself, nothing mattered.

"If it hadn't been for Severus and Narcissa's agreement, maybe I would have made a big mistake. No...I have always made mistakes."

Raising his head, Lucius smiled at the two of them, "Father, Godfather, can I really not die completely? I am a cowardly loser."

Abraxas gritted his teeth, and all he wanted to say was a sigh.

"He will not leave you... otherwise Xiaolong's body will be even worse. Even if it is just for your child, he will stay by your side. Lucius, do you want to forget this heaviness?"

"No...Godfather, I would rather live in pain."