HP in the name of Slytherin

Abraxas met Tom Riddle on the Hogwarts Express. The boy was wearing second-hand wizard robes, but he was very clean and handsome.

The most important thing is that unlike the curious, excited, and uneasy little wizards in the carriage, Tom Riddle was reading very quietly in the box. When he heard the sound of him coming in, he showed a composure and calmness beyond his peers.

Even though he might be a Muggle, Abraxas's keen Malfoy blood reminded him that this young wizard was special.

He has not yet entered school and has already mastered many spells through textbooks.

Maybe he will be a Ravenclaw...Ravenclaw wizards have always been treasured by smart Slytherins.

They had a pleasant chat along the way. Although Tom came from the Muggle world, he had a deep understanding of the magical world. He said that he learned all this through books, and Abraxas was even more certain that he would become an excellent Ravenclaw.

But the reality exceeded Abraxas's expectations. Before Tom could sit still, the Sorting Hat seemed to have just approached him and loudly announced - Slytherin!

He...should be a mixed race.

Abraxas's excellent brain remembered all the leading families in the wizarding world, and there was not a single Riddle. Judging from Tom's statement... No, Abraxas suddenly discovered that Tom had not introduced much about himself along the way.

They just exchanged names and then it was Tom who was directing him to talk and get information out of him!

Of course, Tom also told him some things, all about the use of magic spells, which made Abraxas think about "this is an excellent little wizard", "it is right to associate with him", and "invest in him". Keep deepening.

Abraxas Malfoy, the young master of the Malfoy family and the future heir of the Platinum family, felt for the first time that someone was far superior to him and was playing with him!

The smart Slytherin is good at lurking, but in the process of lurking around Tom, Abraxas keeps adding weight to Tom's mind.

He gradually changed from wanting to observe him to appreciating, admiring, and worshiping him. When he realized it, he found that he was already surrounded by such Slytherins and even young wizards from other colleges.

Ah, Tom Riddle, he is really a charming little wizard. He has all the qualities that Slytherin admires. He is simply the embodiment of Slytherin, he is Slytherin itself!

But when did such pure admiration turn into suspicion and wariness?

Even if Tom changed his name to Voldemort, even if he refused the Ministry of Magic's invitation to spend his time in Borgin Burke's magic shop after graduation, Abraxas always believed that he would do something great.

So when exactly...

Was it when his father died suddenly and he suddenly took over the Malfoy family? Facing the other families who were eyeing him, and the cunning and cunning officials of the Ministry of Magic, Abraxas felt uneasy and self-doubt more than once. At that time, he even thought about what he would do if Tom were here.

Of course, Tom was not around, and Voldemort left Borgin Burke's and began traveling around the world.

How free he is to pursue the supreme magic, because he is born for magic!

Abraxas knew that he should not rely on others, and he gave up all illusions, just like his father once did. He is no longer Master Malfoy, he is the only Mr. Malfoy, the head of the Malfoy family, and everything in the family is tied to him from now on.

"Please forgive me, my master. I am the head of the Malfoy family. I bear the honor of the Malfoy family that has been passed down for thousands of years..." Abraxas lay on the ground crying bitterly, showing no manners at all.

Voldemort just looked at him quietly, tapping the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, once, once, and said with a smile: "So in your opinion, I am not as important as your family."

"No, my master, forgive me for my ignorance. I have understood that your noble wishes transcend my shallowness, and they are not as important as you."

So he once did feel that he was not that important. Voldemort chuckled and stretched out his hand to Abraxas: "Crushing the bones——"

Voldemort is a genius. He was born into magic and is in the clouds overlooking the world.

Abraxas is a mortal, he has the responsibilities of Malfoy, he does not have such strong talents, and he does not have illusory dreams.

——Damn, illusory dream.

The noble head of the Malfoy family was in so much pain that he couldn't even roll around under the continuous heartbreaking pain. He could only twitch on the ground like a puddle of mud.

He had never seen the world from such a humble perspective, even when his father had just died and the Malfoy family was in turmoil.

He was already standing on a high ground. After all, he was Malfoy, and he was already rich and powerful. When Voldemort returned again and gathered the Death Eaters, Abraxas was naturally the second in command of the Death Eaters.

The greater the power of Voldemort, the greater the power in his hands.

Because Voldemort is relatively not that keen on power - of course he also likes power, but he loves magic even more, and Abraxas has long known this.

So my master, just find him enough magic books and let him discover new and more interesting black magic, and he will be as addicted to it as a child who gets a new toy.

So often, a large number of ancient books are sent to Voldemort, as if to appease him and guide him, just enough magic books to interest him.

There is only so much power in the world. If Voldemort rises to the point of monopolizing power, what will others do? Abraxas could not allow his family to be left alone, and he did not want to directly give up the power he had finally obtained.

He and Voldemort were more like partners, dangerous, precipitous partners.

He managed the power seized by the Death Eaters for Voldemort, and Voldemort sat in the rear as the strongest force.

He protected his beloved Malfoy and the power in his hands. Voldemort gained all the conveniences he wanted, could better study magic, and realized his ambition to leap over death.

This is the relationship between Malfoy and Voldemort, and it is also like the relationship between the majority of pure-blood Death Eaters and Voldemort.

"Very good, very good," Voldemort opened his eyes with a warm smile, "Abraxas, for the sake of being a loyal friend, I will spare your life."

Abraxas was already furious. He should have run out of strength, but at this moment he stubbornly got up.

Crawling over like a creature with broken bones, he used all his strength to crawl over. He hugged Voldemort's feet with trembling hands, crying and repenting, "I'm sorry, master, respected master! I was too stupid and too weak! I'm so stupid!" I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, please forgive your stupid and lowly servant!"

Voldemort used his toes to lift the Malfoy family's chin. His pale face was soaked with sweat, tears, and even snot and saliva. He was extremely embarrassed. It was unimaginable, but it deeply pleased Voldemort. "Then you think now that my thoughts are illusory ambitions." ?"

"Of course not!" Abraxas screamed hoarsely, "You are a genius! You can explore the limits of magic infinitely, but I am too stupid. I can't see the scenery you see, and I can't even understand it. My fault! I am addicted to marriage, family, wealth, status..."

As he spoke, he shook his head and cried bitterly. His face was a bit whiter than his platinum hair.

Voldemort threw down a handkerchief in disgust and refused to look at Abraxas, who was frightened and pounced on him like a wild dog and knelt down to thank him.

"How foolish, my friend," Voldemort shook his head and sighed, "You are very foolish indeed."

The only response was Abraxas's cry of pain and despair.

He finally lowered his hand, and Abraxas approached cautiously as if seeing salvation.

Voldemort grabbed his hair roughly, with a strong movement and a smile on his face: "But it doesn't matter, you are clean now, my friend."

Abraxas held Voldemort's hand in his hair without feeling any pain, and rubbed it lovingly, "Yes, my master, I will always be loyal to you."