[HP] Return late

Scopes was not in his room.

From the first moment he knew that Harry Potter was going to be at dinner, he knew the opportunity was coming.

He didn't want to expose his identity by touching the magic laid by the Aurors. Now that the manor had been reactivated, he could easily return there with Malfoy's blood and the Patriarch's token.

He still remembers his death.

Avada's green light was rebounded by the powerful magic shield, and his last soul and body were shattered.

They had all lied to him, and he was familiar with power like that, because he had had it once, and it wasn't just the power of the original blood.

He was misled, and he didn't realize it until little Malfoy escaped, and immediately ordered to kill him, but why did the power fall into Harry Potter's hands even though he had successfully eliminated the threat?

The funny thing is, he woke up again, weak like the rotten flesh that Wormtail had just found, only to realize that he had become Potter's son.

Why is he coming back?

Abraxas, I know you did it even without a clue.

Death is not the end, but the beginning of another period.

I obviously didn't attend your funeral, nor did I laugh at your carrion corpse, but I can still remember your epitaph that a Death Eater jokingly said after the massacre.

Why the hell am I putting back together what I purposely discarded.

The Dark Lord doesn't need those boring feelings.

And I'm back, you better explain everything.

Then tonight, all mysteries will be revealed.

When he occupied the manor, he walked through this corridor countless times and then turned a blind eye to the portrait.

He never called him back either.

"Abraxas." Such a short and weak body is really disappointing, even when looking at a portrait, he has to hold his head high.

"Riddle."

He had forgotten how long it had been since they had spoken to each other, and even such a title was very unfamiliar.

"You did it all."

He didn't know what to say, so he could only ask straightforward questions in such dry language, which didn't seem like what a Slytherin should do at all.

"As I told you, death is not the end, but the beginning of another."

Sure enough, he set up all the bureaus from the very beginning, so he knew that he would definitely fail. Even if he killed like that in the manor and pushed himself to the road of destruction, Abraxas never said a word to him Words, because he knew he would come back.

"why?"

So, is that ridiculous love really going to make you do it?

"For the original promise." Even if it turned into a portrait, the calm tone never changed, like every conversation between them.

"You want everything that comes with the name Malfoy, and it will indeed be yours now, in the not-too-distant future."

The scene he thought he had forgotten suddenly played back clearly in his mind.

At that time, he was just entering Slytherin at Hogwarts, and the mixed-race and Muggle living environment made him excluded in the college.

He doesn't care about those small actions that can't be seen in the face, it's just another orphanage, as long as he wants, he has a way to get what they care about.

Malfoy, who is always admired by the stars, has everything he doesn't have, a perfect family background, ancient blood, elegant manners, and endless Galleons.The first time Riddle had seen just how popular Malfoy really was was when Abraxas's birthday had been piled up in the common room that year.

He easily found what he wanted among them.

A pair of opal gobstones, even the case was crystal, with rosettes and Malfoy's crest bordered in ornate mithril.

There was a gobstone club in Slytherin, but he didn't even have a gobstone of his own.

He habitually hid it in the closet.

With so many presents, Malfoy certainly wouldn't notice anything was missing.

As a result, when I came back from get out of class the next day, I found that the chairman of the male student union who had just celebrated his birthday was sitting next to the desk in his dormitory, with one hand resting on the side of his face and the other hand holding a magic wand, adjusting the brazier above the desk for lighting. shape.And his roommate had long since disappeared, and Tom was sure he wouldn't come back at all without Malfoy's permission.

For Malfoy, who occupied other people's private space, he showed no sign of welcoming his master back, but slowly fixed the former brazier in the shape of curly ranunculus leaves, and the light and shade of the fire became soft. Fixed lights.

It didn't look like Malfoy was looking for trouble, maybe he didn't know about the missing birthday present.

"Sorry, but this is my dormitory." Tom's bluffed temptation, with a little luck.

Malfoy put down his wand, and under the soft light, his pale blond loose hair shone like an angel in a cathedral.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle in the first grade, without background and strength, such arrogance will make your situation even more difficult." He sat upright and said in a flat tone.

And Tom hated such a superior and teaching tone the most.

"I will." He squinted his eyes and hissed, "Strength."

He has always been a different person, and it is impossible to be trampled underfoot.

Malfoy smiled, although the corners of his lips curled up slightly.But Tom saw at once that it was mocking him.

"I didn't mean any offense, you're funny," Malfoy quibbled.

He was clearly in his own territory, but Tom felt that he had no advantage at all.

Damn Malfoy.

"Learn to survive in Slytherin." He tilted his head and looked at Tom's wardrobe meaningfully. "You don't depend on anyone, but on yourself."

"I won't be attached to anyone!" Tom was a little annoyed. Malfoy must have come here on purpose to humiliate him.

"Never!" he emphasized viciously.

Do you think I'm one of those silly chicks trying to get your attention? ? ! !

"Then you have to put away such an attitude, pretend to be false, and act on the occasion, otherwise, before you can fly, your wings will be severely broken." Malfoy stood up, and the school uniform with good texture was very drapey. It's easy to show his slender figure, he walked over, leaned slightly, eyes level with him, "You are a Slytherin, you have to learn the tricks that Slytherins are good at, don't be frizzy, like A stupid lion, baring its teeth and claws, scurrying around."

For Malfoy's evaluation, Tom just responded with a cold snort.

"Slytherin will be where your ambitions come true." Malfoy straightened his back again, and said slowly, "I'll be watching you, and I hope you can reach the heights I can see before I leave school. "

Of course he would.

"Forgot to tell you that some wizarding families like to leave a mark on the package to ensure that it reaches the right person." Malfoy laughed again, and he raised his hand and waved his wand. Feng's Gao Bushi knocked open the cabinet and jumped into his hands.

Just like Dumbledore did that time.

And Malfoy didn't burn them.

He simply removed the family crest with his wand and handed him the box.

"I hope you have a good time at Gobstone Club."

This is the first time Tom has received a present.

"Don't be too proud of Malfoy, if I have everything you have, I will go further than you." He muttered.

He didn't want to accept his flattery, but he could reluctantly accept this kind of apology gift.

This time Malfoy couldn't hold back and laughed out loud: "Hehe, is it? If you can do it, I will give you everything I have."

He whispered seductively: "I promise."

"Is it all I want?" Tom looked up, staring firmly into his eyes.

"Of course." Malfoy didn't look like he was lying, "even the name Malfoy."

Even the name Malfoy.

It was a pun, and he always thought it was a joke to tease him.

"What about you?" You said everything about you was mine.

"I'm dead, Riddle, this is just a portrait."

Did you finally break your promise?

He was silent for a few seconds, then turned and walked away.

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