Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Irritated, Stuart wanted to throw the cup out of his hand. Stuart's face was ferocious. Why didn't his idiot father die on a woman? ! If you haven't played enough, you dare to let those dirty things live. There is only one heir, and that is him!

"Huh..." Taking a few deep breaths to calm down, Stuart closed his eyes and tapped the armrest, "The list... as long as you give me the information of those people, that mixed-race, I can guarantee that after you leave, No one will take action against him..."

The goal has been achieved. Abraxas took out an envelope from his arms and used a floating spell to send the list with detailed information, "Happy cooperation~ Then I won't disturb you and continue to exchange feelings with your lovely junior. ~"

Instead of going back to his dormitory, Abraxas went to the astronomy tower alone, looking up at the sky. If his surname was not Malfoy, would he be able to hug the little guy without any worries, but in that case, he would not be able to resist those gazes for him. .

Dirty, bloody, hypocritical, despicable things, these tiring and disgusting things must be done by someone, right?

The corners of his mouth were raised and he smiled extraordinarily softly. Abraxas gently twirled his fingers around his hair. Before the little guy grows up, he will provide protection for the other person. Only in this way can he be regarded as a qualified investor, and he will be rewarded.

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Tom took the list from the dean and was about to sign his name. He was a little stunned when he saw the familiar squiggles. How could that guy stay in school? Not going back to a gorgeous manor for Christmas? Could it be...

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Tom quickly signed his name on the detention list and moved his mouth, but still did not ask his doubts to the kind dean. What does it have to do with him? What does that big noble do? , always follows one's own mood.

The week before Christmas, after finishing the last semester's schoolwork, Tom rarely relaxed and nestled in the deserted lounge, lit the firewood pile in the fireplace with a magic spell, curled up into a ball and closed his eyes comfortably.

"Guess who I am~"

The cold touch on his eyes gave Tom goosebumps all over his body. The breath spraying next to his cheeks and the low and melodious aria in his ears made Tom obsessed for a moment. He pursed his lips and pulled away the hands that blocked his sight. Tom raised his head slightly and said to Those gray-blue eyes with a smile on his face, "A fool whose brain is filled with love potions..."

Abraxas chuckled and stood up, sitting on the sofa nearby. Perhaps because there was no one else in the lounge, his little guy actually seemed a little...lazy and relaxed, no longer tense and ready. The way he posted it was, "So~ is it useful to you?"

Wrapping the blanket tightly around him with half-squinted eyes, Tom snorted with disdain, "Hey... do you want to be thrown into Azkaban?" The exposed toes shrank, and Tom looked away and whispered. Express your doubts, "You... stay in school because... why..."

Staring at his small fingers and feeling a little itchy, Abraxas swallowed unconsciously, "I never break my promise, of course it's to celebrate my little Tom's birthday~" He moved forward to close the distance between them, Abraxas suddenly fell in love with the fireplace in the lounge. The warm firelight actually made his little guy look softer and cuter. "I said I would stay with you...remember..."

Shrinking back unnaturally, Tom frowned and kicked the person away, and shouted in anger, "Too close! You idiot!"