HP's Silence is Gold

Lucius stood respectfully opposite the desk, he hadn't raised his head until now, because the person in front of him prevented him from being too presumptuous.Tom was sitting across from the seat that should have belonged to Lucius, and he stared at the motionless platinum man with leering eyes.Tom knew better than anyone else that Lucius Malfoy had never surrendered to him at all, not before, not now, and never in the future, but he was such a person who was willing to succumb to others for the sake of his family and his own interests Underneath, it is obviously very contradictory, but it is extremely attractive.

"Why don't you talk?" Tom said lightly.

"What does the master want me to say?" Lucius raised his head, his gray-blue eyes looked directly at Tom's, and a self-deprecating smile crept onto his lips. "Twelve years have passed, what else does the master think I can say?"

"When you betrayed me, you should have thought about today." Lucius' expression and Lucius' way of speaking made Tom feel a little excited, and it was true that he was most looking forward to it.

"Betrayal? Heh, how many of the Death Eaters do Master think are loyal to you?" Lucius looked at Tom with a half-smile. , Voldemort, whose face is particularly unscientific, is equated with the cloudy weather. He is obviously born with good conditions, so why do he want to punish himself so badly?The mentality of the Dark Lord is indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Lucius' words displeased Tom, and he narrowed his black eyes, exuding a terrifying magic power all over his body. "I remember you were a very smart person before, what's the matter? Why did you suddenly become so dumb today?" Lucius in the past would never say what he said just now in front of him, even in his heart. If there was a lot of dissatisfaction, he would hide it very well, so that no one would see it. In this regard, Snape did a much worse job. "In 12 years, you are more courageous than before."

"Twelve years is enough to change a lot of things." Lucius smirked.

Frowning, Tom didn't like Lucius's smile very much. His slender fingers tapped on the armrest of the armchair, and he narrowed his eyes slightly. "Even if you give the diary to Lena Porter Peverell, you can't get rid of me." With that, Tom stood up from the chair. Under the pressure, he came to Lucius and reached out to caress the man's delicate and beautiful face. "You really look like your son, but it's a pity that he doesn't look like you at all except that he looks like you."

When Draco was mentioned, Lucius' face changed slightly, his gray-blue eyes were too cold to have any warmth. "What does the master want?" Lucius would never have imagined that the memories in the diary would come out of it, and even come to the study on the second floor to 'visit' him. "Master, if you think I've betrayed you, you can kill me, but don't touch Draco." Draco is his bottom line and the future of the Malfoy family. child, he will let whoever is destroyed.

Seeing that Lucius was angry, Tom didn't want to continue to embarrass him. He is just a memory without entity. If Lucius is really annoyed, then his life will not be easy, although he has never been afraid Pass Lucius.Pulling away the distance from the man, Tom floated to the desk behind, and said with a smile, "Hehe, why are you so angry? Don't worry, I won't touch your lovely baby son." That Draco Marr Fu still couldn't attract his attention, and he was more interested in him than the man in front of him.

Lucius frowned. The current Dark Lord made him a little uncomfortable. Where did that murderous and arbitrary man go?Playing with people's hearts, manipulating people's lives... The Dark Lord's hands have long been bloody, heh, he doesn't seem to have the right to say anything about others, his hands are like the Dark Lord's, they can't be cleaned no matter how they are washed, every time they follow the order of the Dark Lord When attacking Muggles, he was always the leader. Up to now, he still vaguely remembers the eyes of those killed by him, the grief, fear and despair deep in the bone marrow. He purred like an animal, and then began to cry and beg him to let them go, but every time, he never let go of those who were eager to live.

Tom saw through Lucius' inner thoughts at a glance, he sneered, and said, "What? Are you still having nightmares now?"

"Nightmare? Oh, does the master think I will?" Lucius asked back.

"I let you kill a lot of people." Tom said lightly. The sunlight came in from the window behind Lucius, and the strands were very mischievous. Looking at Lucius' face in the dazzling sunlight, Tom seemed to see it again. That man named Abraxas Malfoy. "You are very similar to your father." Tom vaguely remembered the first time he saw Abraxas. The platinum-blond long-haired boy stood in the shade of a tree. Looking from a distance, he looked like a lightelf who had strayed into the magical world. .People are very strange creatures, they are always attracted by beautiful things, even he is no exception, he just entered Hogwarts, like a child who knows nothing, he is eager to get a job there The warmth that belongs only to him, however... the suspicion of the old bee, the sarcasm of Abraxas, and the indifference of the people around him pulled him into a bottomless vortex, from which he could not climb out.

"He's my father." Lucius said coldly.

"I know, of course I know he's your father." Tom suddenly laughed.

He knew, how could he not know?He knew everything about Abraxas.

"What exactly do I want?" Suddenly, he whispered such a sentence that only he could hear.

Grasping the right, but not getting the person he wanted in the end, that man died in the end, leaving behind his son—Lucius Malfoy.Hmph, it's really boring. Why did he care so much when he first met him?Is it because of that face?Looking up at Lucius with a puzzled expression, Tom suddenly found that no matter how many years had passed, the memory of Abraxas was still deeply rooted in his mind, clearly and odiously.

******

When Lina woke up from sleep, Draco happened to be standing by the window watching her.Rubbing her eyes, Linna's brain was still a little confused. She stared at Draco for nearly a minute before fully waking up. "...De... Laco?"

"Are you awake?" Draco smiled while leaning against the window.

"Yeah." Nodding, Linna reached out and opened the window. "Fun?"

"Ha, I'm a little tired from playing, so I'll come down and rest for a while." Draco said with a smile, "Look, Potter's energy is good, and he doesn't want to rest until now."

Harry has been strictly forbidden by Hermione to touch the broom these days, and finally he can fly freely in Malfoy Manor. Of course, he has to play enough. Seeing his appearance like a chicken blood, Linna can't help but feel sorry for him in her heart. Happy. "I haven't been happy for a long time." It was right to leave the Dursleys' house and let Hermione's family raise Harry. Look, what a big smile he has on his face now.

"Was he unhappy before?" Draco asked curiously.

"Well, he is very bitter." Every time Linna thought of the scene when she saw Harry for the first time, her heart ached.

"Very bitter? He didn't seem to live with you before, did he?" Draco heard Linna's words, and then remembered that she and Harry didn't seem to be raised by themselves at all.

"My aunt raised him." She should be thankful that a family like that didn't produce another Voldemort.

"Didn't they treat him well?" Draco continued to ask, "Well, I mean...they abused Potter?" Specialty stores, ill-fitting clothes, worn-out glasses, malnourished body... well, he should have thought of that. "Those damned Muggles."

"Aunt is afraid." Linna explained lightly. When she first met Petunia, she could tell that she was quite afraid of magic.

"Afraid? Huh, Muggles are really stupid people." As soon as the words came out, Draco realized that he was a little out of control. "Sorry, I didn't mean to include that Mrs. Blank." He quickly apologized.

"I know." Lina didn't blame Draco, she knew he meant no harm.

"By the way, why did you think of letting Potter be raised by the Granger family?" Draco immediately changed the subject, he felt that the topic just now was a bit depressing.

"Hermione is good." Lena thought for a while and said.

"Maybe." Thinking of Hermione's sharp mouth, Draco couldn't help but mourn for Harry in his heart. "Lena, why have you stayed inside all this time? It's not that hot outside, besides, haven't you seen that Pansy and Granger are about to become conjoined twins?"

"I like reading." She actually likes quiet the most.

After hearing Linna's words, Draco looked at the table.

"Is that my book?" Draco asked with a frown.

"Yeah." Nodding, Linna didn't mean to hide the diary, anyway, Tom wouldn't do anything to Draco.

"Is it good?" Draco asked.

"It's okay." It's okay to look at the past history of a hard-pressed child, but it will be very aggrieved if you read more. "I'm reading this." Lina took out a collection of poems from behind her. She didn't know who wrote it, but the content in it was pretty good, and she liked it a lot.

Glancing at the cover of the book, Draco put his hands on the window rail, and said, "I've read this book too, and I know how to recite it. Well, don't read it either, I'll recite it to you, okay?" good?"

"Okay." Linna was actually still a little sleepy, she nodded, and readily accepted Draco's suggestion.

"Well, let's recite it from the very first page..." Draco backed softly, with an extra soft tone. "When you are old, gray-haired, drowsy, dozing by the fire, take down this poem, and read slowly, recalling the softness of your eyes, and their heavy shadows..."

Draco's voice was very gentle, like a gurgling spring, peaceful and comfortable. In such an atmosphere, Linna felt tired and found her again, and slowly closed her eyes, waiting for Draco to read the fourth chapter. At that time, Linna had already gone on a date with Zhou Ding.

Looking at the sleeping Linna, Draco reached out and stroked the girl's face.With one hand on the window rail, he leaned his body into the window, and when he was close enough to touch Lina, Draco planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "I wish you a sweet dream, Lena."