[HP] Return late

If he was real, then he must have called Tom.

He knew Tom didn't like calling him that, so he kept calling him by his last name, not his first.

Riddle.

He opened his lips, but no sound came out.

Abraxas is only a portrait.

Memories and obsessions, together with magic paint, become lifelike. You can simply think and simulate the words and deeds of that person, but they are not real after all.

After the man finished the portrait, he hung him in the corridor, and then went to make a deal with the demon with his soul.

When a person dies, he still has a soul, so if there is no soul, what is left?

Oh, there is still this portrait of him left.

If it had been the real Abraxas Malfoy, he would have called Tom off, or earlier, he would have told Tom not to do that, not to corner himself and become a target.

But he is not, his job is just to wait, to wait for a promise to be fulfilled.

Even if that person initially just took it as an insult and a joke.

I still remember roses, I remember promises, but I forgot how to love.

Someone came in the corridor again, he couldn't see too far in the portrait, but he heard a voice.

"Father."

It's Lucius.

He remembered the kid, but he didn't like him very much.

Lucius, variant of Lucifer, you know I never wanted you to be that radiant morning star.

The child obtained by carrying the family mission, married an unfamiliar woman, gave birth to a child, and taught him to grow.

Wearing a mask of hypocrisy, since he can teach Riddle to play on the spot and act as a husband and father in the family, it is also a handy thing.

But that was exhausting, exhausting.

Wearing the mask for too long, his mentality was distorted and crazy. At that time, he looked at the child and thought, how good it would be to let this damned family collapse in his hands.

A smart and beautiful kid who has everything just like he did back then, confidently and proudly taking the lead at the coming-of-age reception.

So when those things were broken one by one in his hands, what kind of expression would he have?

"Lucius."

The child died too, and stood in front of his portrait in the form of a spirit.

He succeeded in hurting his child.

He knew that when Tom failed for the first time, Lucius, who was bitten by the Ministry of Magic, grabbed the skirt of the Black girl in the dead of night and cried bitterly.

Losing their reputation and money, the subordinate nobles began to drift away, some fixed businesses also fell apart, and the family was crumbling.

That was just the beginning of all nightmares.

"I don't understand why you did that."

The condemning disbelieving gaze.

After going through so many hardships, I am still a little naive and stupid.

As a Slytherin, you know the answer, but like a Gryffindor, you expect things that don't exist.

"Why did you bring the Dark Lord back to life on Scopes?"

No, if it wasn't for Dumbledore's foresight, his magic radicals at both ends, and the Order of the Phoenix's good and bad, organized and undisciplined, then Tom would be resurrected on Draco.

Then he would have the power he wanted, as well as immortality.

"Why put the family in such a situation?"

You've already guessed it, haven't you, my son, otherwise your voice wouldn't be so unsure and trembling.

What you thought was a wonderful family, a loving father, is a lie.

You guessed why your mother died so early, that's not martyrdom.

Of course I won't leave you a back road to rely on.

Without the support of your matriarch, even if you don't want to, you can only stand on the Dark Lord's ship as a young adult.

And I also believe that Tom, a student I personally teach, can entice you to join him in madness.

"Father. From the time you treated my little dragon like that, I guessed that something unexpected would happen."

Have you finally calmed down and stopped questioning?

My son, you must know that what you have in front of you is just a portrait. The person you really want to tell him has already arranged all this and left laughing.

The Malfoy family had never had such a wonderfully intelligent character, and there never would be again.

"You always look at Xiaolong so disappointed."

"I thought it was because I pampered him too much that you thought he wasn't good enough."

"Until his and Potter's child is born."

"Those two children are very smart, quiet and sensible. They are not like Xiaolong at all, like a little devil, who will never give up until he wakes up Sissy and me five times a night."

Even when you remember with a smile, your eyes are cold.

You're starting to hate someone, Lucius.

Sin of pride.

The original sin of hate.

Perhaps there is also the original sin of kinicide.

I didn't name you wrong, my fallen angel.

"They're so abnormal, aren't they? Reminds me of the way you look at Xiaolong."

You talk to me too much, it's so stupid, my son, you let me see your cards.

"Don't worry, Lucius." I didn't mean to laugh at you, maybe when I was about to leave and pretended to be sick, I saw you lying on my bed so tired that you were sound asleep, and I still had compassion.If you can go through all this, then I have left you the last way.

Not exactly for you though.

I expected to see Tom's guilt, grief, pain, all for me.

But not forever.

Just let me see it for one night.

I let you go, my demon king.

It's because I have to let myself go.

Worse than death is oblivion washed away by time.

I will reap what I plant myself, rather than let it rot in the wilderness of time.

"I asked him to come back with a memory, just to meet again. Tell him that I have fulfilled my original promise."

I'm sorry, Luke, I deliberately threw you to the Dark Lord who was already going crazy.

"The sun goes down and comes up again, and he's just Scopes."

Sorry, my silly son.

"Of course I'm not worried. Since I felt something was wrong, I asked Sissy to cast magic on them, so they couldn't hurt their family members or betray the family. When necessary, magic can even restrain the mind and body."

Your aggressive posture is like a puppy whose flesh and bones have been robbed.

"Please take down my portrait, I know I have never been qualified, and I don't want to hang it here anymore."

I wouldn't even want to be a Malfoy if I could.

If I'm just a wizard from an ordinary family, I don't even need to be pure blood, will it be different later?

You are jealous and envious of my resplendent shackles, I was wrong in weighing the defeats of my family and personal feelings.

I gave my soul to the devil, in exchange for you to have everything I had, and then look forward to seeing him again in the next year.

I once went to meet the Sirens and wanted to give you the best blood. I knew that you were pursuing the mystery of eternal life. I planned everything, but I didn't count that you made the Horcrux.

What a disappointment.

What a disappointment.

I used to want to throw everything away to pursue love, and I could give up all the inheritance and responsibilities of the family.

But it's always been a one-person scandal.

If you wait too long, your heart will dry up.

Here were promises, here were roses.

Then see you again, then never see you again.

From now on, you are only Scopes Hyperion Potter-Malfoy, enjoying the halo of the Son of the Savior, the wealth of the Malfoy family, and endless glory.

You will have a doting family, an ignorant childhood, a carefree life, no longer angry, jealous, hated and distorted.

And I, a cowardly, selfish loser, is now just a portrait.

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