Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Tom nodded firmly and made a direct promise, suppressing his excitement. He had never taken the initiative to provoke others. It had always been like this, right? As for the idiots who came to his door, he was in no mood to play games with those people, "Professor...I assure you, my wand will only be pointed at the enemy."

'Enemy...' Mellors had a strange feeling for a moment and paced back and forth suspiciously. The words he wanted to refuse were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say them out. He should believe this young man with both good character and academics. Stopping his movements, Mellors turned around and said, "Okay~ In this case, every Friday from now on, you come to my office after class and I will teach you some... special magic."

Smiling reservedly, Tom bowed deeply to the professor. No matter what the process was, the result was always good. He was one step closer to his goal. All he had to do next was to keep moving forward. According to the current situation pace, one day he will stand at the top of the world.

The cheerful mood continued until he entered his dormitory. Tom opened the door, glanced back at the open space behind him, pursed his lips and turned sideways, feeling the brushing of hair on his face. He took a deep breath after using the occlumency surgery. He closed the door and said, "..Senior Abu, what can I do for you?"

After canceling the disillusionment spell on his body, Abraxas did not look back and conjured a sofa for himself. After sitting down, he smiled and joked, "Little Tom is still so indifferent, it's just..." I really want to He said that he couldn't hold it back this time and followed him directly. Abraxas folded his hands and looked away slightly. Only in this way could he resist the urge to hold the person in his arms, "I want to come and talk to you about what happens next." , you will lose my asylum after next year...by that time..."

Two sneers directly interrupted the platinum nobleman's next words. Tom felt that he could hardly control his anger. What? This bastard had to come to remind him of the gap between them just when he was about to forget? You have to make him think about the damn wedding banquet!

Tom raised his chin and straightened his body. The shabby school robe could not hide his pride. He opened his mouth and spit out the cold Parseltongue for the first time in front of the other party, 'The descendant of Slytherin never needs the protection of others...' Looking at the other person's subconsciously frowning eyebrows indifferently, Tom walked over slowly, raising his hand to pick up the scattered platinum blond hair.

"Abu... all I need are allies and followers. My blood does not allow me to bow to others, even if that person is you... I will trample everyone under my feet and let those people crawl at my feet. , Now I am a person who goes up the mountain, but I will never become a god who comes down the mountain..."

Abraxas stared at the delicate face close at hand. This was the person who had appeared in his dreams at dawn countless times. It was the person he could not hold every time he woke up. He slowly closed his eyes, and Abraxas calmed down. Feeling so excited, he curled his lips and chuckled, "I've been looking forward to this...but..." He opened his eyes and met the cold black eyes, "Malfoy will not be a servant, the alliance... is very good. Isn’t it?”

His hair fell from his palms, and Tom stepped away, with his back to the person sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the dark green curtain, "That's right... I will not let you down, never..."

'As long as I stay where I can see you, that's enough for me. I won't wish you happiness... because it's not me who brings you happiness...'