[HP+ Fantastic Beasts] Fallen

"Remove your weapon, imprison you quickly, and faint..."

Since returning to the present, Abraxas has always felt uneasy. The magic power in his youth was not enough, and the spells he used were soft|soft. Such a weak self made Abu feel bad.

He often thought, if he was stronger in his previous life, even if he couldn't be as powerful as Voldemort or Dumbledore because of his talent, but at least he had some strength to rely on, which made Voldemort a little scrupulous, would there be a different ending?

The puppet used for practice in front of him was already worn out, and Abu was already a little out of strength. After looking at the time, it was already late, and the training of magic power should not be rushed. He tidied up his clothes and walked out of the Room of Response.

It was late at night, but Hogwarts was still restless, and the portraits in the aisle were whispering.

"You dirty bastard! Don't you have eyes when you walk?" A disgusted voice said.

"Sorry senior... I didn't mean to..." Hmm... Is this Tom Riddle's voice?

Abu walked around the corner and saw two senior Slytherins with their backs to him, and the one in front of them was the younger version of the person who had been annoying him the most lately.

One of the senior students pushed Riddle hard, and the black-haired boy, who was malnourished all the year round, staggered and fell to the ground with his head bowed, his slightly long black hair covering his expression.

"I really can't figure out how the Sorting Hat would sort garbage like you into Slytherin!" The senior student pulled Riddle's hair and forced him to raise his head, seeing the viciousness and viciousness in the boy's dark eyes, " What kind of eyes are you looking at? Can't you even respect your seniors?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and punched Riddle in the face. The companion beside him also picked up his wand, as if he wanted to give him a little "interesting little spell".

Abraxas walked slowly to the side of the three, and said softly, "As far as I know," he stroked the chief badge on his chest and raised his eyebrows, "It's already curfew time. "

Having just practiced high-intensity spells, his complexion was even paler than usual, because there was a bit of laziness and impatience in his exhausted voice, and his pointed chin was raised slightly haughtily, giving him a cold majesty.

The two senior students were startled, turned around and bowed to Abraxas and shouted: "Chief."

"Everyone deducts ten points. I hope you can earn back the points sooner." Abu glanced at them. "What are you still doing here? Go back to the dormitory."

The senior student said goodnight to him, glared at the first grader who fell to the ground, and left quickly.

Abu looked at Tom Riddle, who fell to the ground in a daze, and felt a little dazed—such a young boy who looked like a gray cub with no claws, would be the Dark Lord who would easily put him to death in the future .

In the past few days, the contrast brought to him by Voldemort or Tom Riddle made Abu unable to grasp how to treat this junior.

On the one hand, he told himself that now is the most embarrassing time for Tom Riddle to be unaccompanied, and it can be said that it is the best time to control this rootless boy; The sense of disobedience is constantly reminding him why he returned to the present and why he died. The fear of death in the past made him subconsciously want to stay away from the "perpetrator".

Rubbing his forehead with a headache, Abu still chose to extend his hand to Riddle.

The pair of finger bones in front of him were slender, clean and fair. The first grader shyly tightened his hand that had been clenched since he was pushed to the ground, holding it with some hesitation.

Pulling Riddle up from the ground, he frowned slightly and looked at Riddle whose school uniform was covered with dust due to falling to the ground. Abu inadvertently saw a thin silvery white streak penetrate into his sleeve.

Maybe he didn't help Riddle just now, but helped those two seniors—he still remembered Voldemort's cold and poisonous silver-white pet snake.

"Follow me, stupid freshman," Abraxas threw a cleansing spell at Tom Riddle, and then walked in the direction of the Slytherin cellar, "I hope you can give me an explanation-there is no magic when you just enter school Roots are wandering around Hogwarts at night? Do you think Hogwarts is your safe and lovely playground for young children?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy... I shouldn't have ignored the danger."

Abu sneered, "Are you just saying sorry? But I don't care if you will be in danger," he squinted at the two black boys, and continued, "The point is 'no foundation', you have to do For these things that do not comply with school regulations, you must first have the ability—at least you can’t be caught.”

Riddle looked at the tall and straight back of Abu's robe fluttering, and opened his mouth to say something, but found that Abu didn't seem to really need his answer, so he pursed his bloodless thin lips, and quietly followed behind.

Speechless all the way.

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Gradually, it had entered late autumn, and the weather was getting colder, but the Slytherin common room, where the constant temperature spell was cast, was still very warm.

After class, Abu and Warren were chatting over warm black tea in the common room when Riddle was mentioned by chance.

Riddle is also considered a topical character in Slytherin, but he is generally a negative topical character, and was even called "Slytherin's shame" by some more radical Slytherin students at the beginning.

Abu sneered in his heart when he heard this name. Those who are called Riddle will probably regret it later and want to give themselves an Avada, right?

"That Tom, I don't know why he was sorted into Slytherin. I looked it up curiously. He was born in a dilapidated Muggle orphanage," Warren sank lazily on the warm sofa, "Mother Died because of dystocia, this way of death, think about it, is not a wizard? I don’t know who his father is, but it’s probably not a person worth mentioning..."

After taking a sip of the slightly hot black tea, Abu snorted and chuckled, "Don't underestimate him, Warren."

Warren looked at Abu who was sipping tea slowly, and said in surprise, "Oh? I didn't expect you to have someone to look at, but after hearing what you said, I remembered that I recently heard that Tom Riddle gave Slytherin money. A lot of points... Slughorn seems to have a good impression of him, although the old man himself is nothing special, it seems that most of the good students he 'collected' achieved extraordinary results in the end..."

Abu looked down at the black tea in front of him, and didn't say anything more. His long eyelashes covered the unpredictable expression in his eyes. From the corner of his eye, he saw a figure wearing a simple cloak that didn't belong to Slytherin style flashing at the corner not far away. However, he touched the magic wand inlaid with a silver snake head, smiled and patted the shoulder of his roommate who was still immersed in Riddle's deeds, got up and walked back to the dormitory.