HP in the name of Slytherin

Abraxas, who is close to adulthood, has semi-long platinum hair, melancholy gray-blue pupils, pale and delicate skin and delicate and beautiful facial features. He is slender and dreamy, like an elf in the forest or a siren in the sea. Tom can There are many gorgeous words to describe the beauty of this friend, and there is never any restraint.

Because he is on par with him.

Although Tom Riddle is only an orphan, his magical talent is higher than that of the young master of the Malfoy family, who is at the top of the wizarding world. This makes up for the shortcomings of his family background. When the two of them are together, Abraxas is an unworldly little prince, while Tom is sharp, handsome, and implicitly sharp, like the most important heir to the kingdom.

Once, Tom and Abraxas were at the top of the food chain in Slytherin House.

Now that Abraxas has grown up, he is as handsome as before, becoming more calm, like an aged wine, becoming more and more charming.

And Voldemort... his face looked as if it had been burned by fire, with mottled spots, crisscrossed muscles, and no hair. The undulating flesh spread directly to the entire head. If it weren't for a pair of scarlet eyes and mouth embedded in it, he would almost be torn apart. I don’t know which side is the front!

Tom:…

Tom:…

His mentality was bad, and he subconsciously grabbed Catherine, not wanting to admit that they had the same soul.

——Nonsense, they are definitely different. He is a noble soul that was stripped out to love Catherine and life. He is completely different from the stupid and ugly Tom Riddle!

Voldemort was such a sensitive person. As soon as he walked out, he noticed Catherine and the strange boy wearing a mask beside her.

It's strange that there are other people wearing decorative masks at today's party, but this kid...

Voldemort walked to the stage, feeling like a light on his back every step he took. The child's eyes never moved away from him. Voldemort hadn't felt this close gaze for a long time... It was like... the way they were looking at each other, just like……

"Good evening, gentlemen and ladies..." he said slowly. Surrounded by loyal Death Eaters, Voldemort felt that his sense of security gradually increased.

It's a bit ridiculous to be cautious now. He is the Dark Lord. These people have been firmly controlled by him, and Abraxas beside him has completely become his loyal dog.

Voldemort raised his lips and smiled, changed the subject, and raised his hand to point to Catherine below, "On this special day worth celebrating, I want to introduce an important person to you."

"My ancestor, Miss Catherine Appleby Slytherin."

The lights, eyes and applause rushed towards Catherine, but she was not nervous at all. She picked up her skirt and walked slowly onto the stage.

The magic field that spread throughout the hall drew back for her like a curtain. Unfortunately, no one else except Catherine and Tom could see this scene.

The petite body was too obvious compared to Voldemort, but the girl raised her chin slightly and lowered her eyes to look down at the people in the audience so naturally that people quickly ignored the height difference between her and Voldemort.

Her snow-white skin and bright jewelry were already dazzling under the light, but what was even more special was the silver-white basilisk that snaked up from her left arm and finally served as a decoration on her neck. As Catherine stood still, she opened her eyes. , slowly moved his body to the side of her face, and looked down at the people below with Catherine. They didn't do anything extra, but a sense of oppression came over them.

The Slytherin bloodline was clearly evident, and in comparison, the eldest lady's smile became much kinder.

"Thank you all for coming today and giving full support and affirmation to my descendants..." She said, glancing at Voldemort with her eyes, recognizing him as a descendant, but her condescending tone made the smile on Voldemort's face even bigger. A bit hypocritical.

It is difficult for ordinary people to see any expression on Voldemort's messy face, but Catherine, who has recovered her memory, and Tom, who has the same soul as him, can see that the gentler Voldemort smiles, the angrier he feels.

She changed the topic and continued: "I have been here for a few months, and everyone must be familiar with me. Taking advantage of today's convenience, I also want to introduce someone to you."

It was self-evident who this person was, and even Voldemort's attention was diverted a little - the more he looked at this child, the more familiar he became, even a little eeriely familiar.

The boy lowered his hands, and at some point he found a black wooden cane. He walked up to Catherine with it, raised his hand and slowly took off his mask.

Catherine smiled and introduced: "My brother, Tom Slytherin!"

Voldemort's scarlet eyes suddenly froze, staring at the flawless face under the light.

The magic field suddenly increased, and the Death Eaters in the front row had already looked confused, but in an instant they returned to indifference, looking at Tom on the stage expressionlessly.

I seemed to hear someone whisper: "Is there a third person in the Slytherin family?"

"Is he also the child of Lord Salazar?"

"Shh, look at the wand in his hand..."

Magic wand?

Voldemort looked at it intently and felt his head was dazed.

The cane that everyone thought at first was not a real cane. It was actually an overly long wand, similar to a cane, but not that long. When the boy named Tom took off the mask, he changed his position and held it, so that the head of the basilisk entwined on its head was completely exposed.

A wand that looks like this...

Voldemort vaguely remembers...

It is recorded in the books that it is Salazar's snakewood wand? ! ! !

"Snakewood wand..."

"I saw the picture book at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Is he from the United States?"

The magic field firmly controlled the core Death Eaters in the front row, and the Death Eaters in the back did not dare to make any mistakes under the magic field. But interspersed among them were family members and some underage wizards, especially the latter. Since Dumbledore was still managing Hogwarts, Voldemort had not taken action against them.

But now, these little wizards were discussing openly in front of him!

Voldemort was angry, and as his mood changed, almost all the Death Eaters shouted angrily at their family members who were whispering beside them: "Shut up!"

It seemed that she was just annoyed that her family members were talking unruly on this occasion, but Catherine could feel that Voldemort's magic field was messed up.

The familiar boy holding the snakewood wand didn't pay much attention to the people in the audience. He only looked sideways at Voldemort beside him and said with a smile: "My sisters forgot to mention that my name was once Tom Riddle, but I was influenced by my ancestors." Thanks to our love, Lord Salazar gave me the use of the snakewood wand, and Catherine allowed me to return to the Slytherin family."

He lowered his voice and whispered under Voldemort's horrifying gaze: "I thought you would know it when you saw my face, grown-up Tom Riddle."

Are you jealous? What you desire is already possessed by me who has the same soul as you.

The approval of the ancestors, the surname of Slytherin, the magical talent and bloodline that are more perfect than yours.