[HP+ Fantastic Beasts] Fallen

--almost.

thought Grindelwald.

He kissed the youth's tender lips deeply, and teased the other's soft tongue, seeing that Dumbledore had already indulged in this kiss......

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"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.

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