The little life of a platinum darling

"I love him." Abraxas said softly, looking at Voldemort.

"And him?" Voldemort stopped what he was doing, realizing that Abra was asking him a question before answering himself.

Abra smiled at him: "He almost gave up everything in the wizarding world and is here with me." His brows were filled with satisfaction and happiness, he stood up from his chair, turned and walked towards the room.Well, well, there is a premise for this sentence. After Tom experienced a decisive battle with the savior—that is, his grandson’s partner—, although he was lucky enough to survive in the end, his magic power was no match. Kamihara Kazun is currently hiding in the Muggle world to research ways to restore magic power.

But facing the other Tom in front of him, he must be frightened, right?

They have been researching how to send back Voldemort from a different dimension so as to get back the original Tom.The specific method has almost been decided, and now it is only necessary to determine the feasibility and danger of this method.

Voldemort pursed his lips, looked at Abra who was walking towards the room, and the scenes from decades ago came to mind.

When Abra got married, he didn't want to go, but he couldn't take back what he promised Abra.So he went, and with the wedding gift—six months off.It was a gift proposed by Abra himself. Even after returning to the manor, he angrily threw down the whole set of teacups presented to him by Abra in the bedroom, but he still agreed.

In fact, it's just a year.During that time, the conflict between them and Dumbledore was not that big, and the internal affairs were not too complicated and difficult, and there were so many people who could take over.But from the time he learned of Abra's wedding until he saw him again at the Death Eaters' party, he was extremely depressed.

He remembered that Abra once came to look for him in the study with the newborn little Malfoy in his arms.

At that time, he was even excited when he heard that Abra was coming, but all the good mood disappeared when he saw the child in his arms.

This child is Abra's child, the child of his most effective subordinate.Even if he doesn't like children, he should give them some attention and kindness.

This child was obviously just born, and even the facial features hadn't had time to open a little, but the light-colored lanugo and the appearance of sleeping quietly in Abra's hands should not be disgusting.

But the sudden sense of repulsion in his heart made him almost growl, and he frowned fiercely, not hiding his feelings at all: "You know I hate children!" He said to Abra.

Abra was obviously taken aback. Voldemort looked at his seemingly calm face, and felt that he had hurt him.

"But Lucius is completely different from the kid you described to me before..." Abra explained to him, but he was inexplicably irritable and couldn't listen at all.

"They're all the same little brats who make people feel disgusted from the bottom of their hearts!" He knew that he was out of choice, but he didn't intend to suppress himself. The existence of that child seemed to remind him of something, which made him feel very unsightly.Even thinking it's Abra's kid makes me nauseous!

In fact, it's not that he hasn't thought about what it would be like if Abra had a child, and he talked about it with Abra during the chat.He didn't expect that he would hate this child, he thought he would even look forward to it.He has always wondered whether Abra's children will look exactly the same as Abra when he was young, because the current Abra is very, very imaginative of the old Malfoy he has seen before when he was young.

He used to be very surprised that he could have such curiosity, but after all, Abra is his best friend, isn't he?

But the appearance of this child made him unable to look forward to it. He just felt that it was so annoying that people wanted to get rid of him immediately: "Go out." He tried his best to make his voice softer, but he couldn't hide the truth behind his words. With a feeling of urgency, I turned my head away from the child, hoping to make myself feel better.

But the mood didn't get better as expected, and it even got worse after Abra left.He smashed everything that could be broken on the desk, then turned and left the study.

The feelings that I didn’t understand at the time, thinking about it now, the answer is almost ready to come out.

"Hmph." He mocked himself and gave himself a sarcastic laugh.

It's just timidity, convincing myself with countless reasons, and then choosing to avoid that answer.

Over the past few days, I have been listening to Abra here intermittently about the things between him and "TOM", and the self here is actually the same, constantly discovering his own mood, constantly choosing to escape, and knowing the facts makes him unable to escape. It was only when he could escape that he began to face up to this feeling.But unlike himself, he was lucky to wake up when Abra was still alive, but it was too late for him.

Arriving late has lost all of these, and cannot make any compensation.

These days here, he found that he was even a little intoxicated by the expression of Abra's gestures, as well as the tenderness in his eyes when he looked at him inadvertently, and the expression of being careful in everything for fear that he would bump into him sometimes.

But he knew that those were not for him, but for the body of Tom in this world that he was occupying now.

He vaguely remembered how Abra called him Tom a long time ago, and then laughed at himself for being so obvious that he didn't notice the obvious things hidden under the polite smile.

But it was useless to think about it now, Voldemort was not the type to dwell on the past.What's the use of thinking now about things that have passed for decades?He watched Abra die with his own eyes, and he sent him to be buried behind the Malfoy Manor. By now, he had already become a dead bone.

After three days, they will go back to the magic world, and then start to send it back to the original world of magic.At that time, everything here will be forgotten.

Voldemort sighed deeply to calm himself down, and followed Abraxas into the bedroom.

The moment the magic circle lit up, Voldemort felt violently dizzy.The suction from all directions made him slowly leave his current body.Until he managed to see his gray-white body floating in the air.And "I" who was originally standing in the middle of the magic circle was being held tightly in Abra's arms.Abra's lips kept opening and closing, saying something, but he couldn't hear a word, and he couldn't hear any sounds from the outside world.He saw the "self" in Abra's arms slowly opened his eyes, and then looked in his direction. There was something in his eyes that he didn't want to distinguish.

By the time he regained consciousness, he was back in the Gringotts vault.In front of him was the purpose of his original coming here - Hufflepuff's golden cup.He probed it, then picked it up.Nothing unusual happened, it was like he was holding just a normal cup.

Everything is like a dream that can't tell whether it is a dream or a nightmare. At this moment, it completely left my life.

He emptied the wild thoughts in his mind, and began to think about the golden cup in his hand.This is one of the safest places in the British wizarding world. Maybe you can absorb the soul piece directly here, or go back to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets in Hogwarts. The magic power in that place should also be abundant...

Everything will continue as before, nothing will change.