[HP+ Fantastic Beasts] Fallen

[To explain Deng's current situation, it is probably that his body and mind have returned to his youth, so although he has memories of the future, it is easier to soften his heart and compromise. 】

Dumbledore sighed, "Gellert, you really haven't changed at all - just as cunning as you were at 16."

Grindelwald stared at him and murmured, "Don't be cunning, and you'll run away."

I don't know if it's the effect of the lovegrass, but Dumbledore felt that he was caught in Grindelwald's ice-blue eyes - the spirit and affection in those eyes were just like the handsome and lively foreign boy who suddenly broke into his life at that time .

"I admit defeat..." Dumbledore touched Grindelwald's no longer young but still handsome face, thought for a while with his no longer clear head, and added, "Just this time... I won't fuck you again after that It's time."

Grindelwald laughed in a low voice, rubbing his thumbs against the red-haired boy's pale crimson lips, "You are more honest and lovely when you are still 16 years old, my Al."

The sweet scent of the love grass became stronger.

The two stared at each other, their breaths intertwined, rapid and hot, but they didn't move for a while.

Dazed, but dare not act rashly - for fear of waking up this dreamlike night.

After a while, the alarm clock on the wall rang—as if a switch had been turned on suddenly.

Grindelwald kissed the lips of the man in his arms almost eagerly. First, he kissed the tender lips lightly, and then he couldn't wait to open them, plundering the saliva in his lover's mouth bit by bit, almost wanting to Torn him apart.

Young Dumbledore endured the stormy plunder, and leaned back a little helplessly, whimpering and trying to push back, but his waist was tightly clasped, not allowing him to dodge.

He thought bitterly, how many years Grindelwald has endured...

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"Abu? Why don't you get up yet, Dumbledore's Transfiguration class is about to start."

Abraxas stared blankly at the dark green bed curtain in the Slytherin bedroom, feeling a little lost for a moment.

His Hogwarts roommate, Warren Hume, should have died in a magical riot when he was only 20 years old.And he himself, when he was accidentally found to be violating the lord's will, should also have been "given" a rather dishonorable death.

But now he was lying on the soft bedding in the Slytherin dormitory, watching Warren Hume hastily put on his school uniform cloak.

"Our respected Slytherin chief Malfoy," Warren approached Abraxas curiously, "are you planning to skip the Gryffindor red lion class?"

Warren's immature face, the familiar yet unfamiliar dark green of Slytherin, the noisy and young voices from outside the half-open bedroom door, all seemed to be a vague but vivid old dream.

Abraxas stared at the red pimple on Warren's forehead, which represented youth, and subconsciously covered him with a small beauty charm that was silent and wandless.

"You go to class and ask Professor Dumbledore for a leave of absence for me, I'm a little uncomfortable."

Warren looked at Abu with a ghostly expression on his face, "You actually called that weird red-haired lion 'Professor'?" He then put his hand on Abu's smooth forehead, "Do you have a fever?"

Warren's palm was warm with the peculiar warmth of young people. The busy morning after going to bed late made some sweat accumulate in this palm, and Abu felt as if he had been scalded after pressing it on his forehead.

He shivered slightly, and everything blurred in front of him seemed to suddenly become clear.

It was like waking up from a dream.

He pointed to the wall clock above the fireplace, then smiled and watched Warren pick up the textbooks on the table and rush out.

What Abraxas can be sure of is that whether it is now or his death not long ago, it is not a dream.

Lying on the soft bed | out of focus for a while, he sighed, got up and put on his long-lost school uniform.

Magic is too magical, and there are too many secrets that cannot be explored by oneself.

Anyway - thank Merlin for giving himself another chance.

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Abraxas Malfoy, the heir of the Malfoy family, the head of Slytherin, and one of the best students at Hogwarts.

As a model of nobility, he lost his composure and broke the goblet containing pumpkin juice during dinner. There was a brief silence on the long Slytherin table, and the students all looked at Abu who was sitting at the head of the long table.

Abu smiled slightly, and cleaned the table in front of him with a magic spell, "It's okay, your hands are shaking, let's continue eating." Then he ate the Yorkshire pudding in front of him as if nothing had happened, but his heart was actually full of turmoil.

It was lord—no, he should be called Tom Riddle now.

Thin sweat dripped from the corner of Abu's forehead, and he remembered the crazy young man in his previous life.

In his previous life, Abraxas and Lord Voldemort had some intersections when they were students. Abu, who became the Deputy Minister of Magic after graduation, naturally chose to follow Voldemort.

But Abramovich himself knows that maybe this cannot be said to be "choose to follow", but "have to follow".When he first came to power, Voldemort first showed signs of crazy paranoid pursuit of pure blood. He no longer had the elegant and restrained demeanor of his youth. At that time, Voldemort would never allow the Malfoy family, one of the three pure blood nobles, to leave him. controlled.

But Abraxas didn't agree with Voldemort secretly, because he didn't have the calmness that a ruler should have. He chose to use violence to suppress many problems that came up, and he didn't like others to raise objections to him. Planting □□ is by no means a long-term solution.

What's more, Voldemort became more and more violent later on, and a careless word might become a delicacy in the belly of his pet snake.

Abraxas didn't care what Voldemort advocated or pursued. As a Malfoy, he only hoped that the leader he followed could bring the Malfoy family to glory, but the increasingly crazy Voldemort seemed unable to do this, Voldemort He just wants to rule the magic world, clean up the dirty blood, and doesn't care what happens to his followers - assuming that sacrificing all his followers can achieve his goal, he will definitely not care about sitting on the throne alone .

After discovering that something was wrong with Voldemort, Abramovich began to prepare for the retreat of the Malfoy family, but was later discovered by Legris Black, his dear cousin who followed Voldemort wholeheartedly.

Later, he returned to the present.

Voldemort, who could only be regarded as a child in front of him, made Abraxas a little dazed. He was wearing a school uniform made of inferior fabrics, and his black hair slightly covered his eyes. He was eating the dinner in front of him silently, surrounded by those Most of the pure-blood peers seemed to be unwilling to walk with him, and even looked at him with contempt and disdain.

The withdrawn and unremarkable first-year freshman seems to be incompatible with the atmosphere of Slytherin.

Who would have thought that such a mudblood who grew up in a Muggle orphanage would become a powerful and violent Dark Lord in the future?

Abraxas felt a bit of a headache. In order to avoid repeating the mistakes of his previous life, he had to prepare a complete retreat, but this was not an easy task. Besides, the head of the Malfoy family was still his father, and he himself was not a student. No real power.

I can only wait and see the changes, and try my best to hold the current Tom Riddle who has no foundation in his hands.

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