Dark Lord, please let go

1999...

Draco Malfoy stood in what used to be his father's study room, looking at his father's favorite sofa chair. At this time, there were many scorched marks on the sofa chair, and the sets of books on the bookshelf also fell to the ground. Many books have been burned to ashes by the spell.The carpet that was originally embroidered with snake patterns can only see large stains.

The Malfoy Manor after the war was dark, dilapidated, and full of signs of decay. The once luxurious Malfoy Manor was now only left by Draco.

Draco sighed as he looked at the scene in front of him. He couldn't allow himself to be weak, and he couldn't allow himself to be depressed. He was the current head of the Malfoy family, even if only he and a group of crazy house elves were left in the Malfoy family. He also had to persevere, and he couldn't let the Malfoy family be ruined by himself.

Think of the father who was sent to Azkaban to receive the kiss of the dementor because of the failure of the Dark Lord, think of the mother who died of grief because of his father's death, what else could he not hold on to.

Wiping the corners of his eyes, Draco began to clean them up one by one, and restored them to the original one after another.

After half an hour, the study room finally started to look better, at least it didn't look like it was covered with dust any more. Because many of the furniture were seriously damaged, even if they were restored to original condition, they wouldn't change much.

Draco sat in front of his father's carved desk, he never thought he could use so much housework magic.The desk has been cleaned up, and on it are the black leather magic books and quills that my father likes to read on weekdays.

Draco stroked the black book lightly, just like his father usually does.But when he touched it, he was stunned for a moment, the feeling was wrong, there seemed to be something stuck in the book.I touched it again uncertainly, this time the feeling was stronger, and there was a hard object protruding from the bottom of my hand.

He opened the black book, and sure enough, he found a ring in the folder of the book, which was the ring his father often wore on his finger.But why is the ring caught in the book?

Draco recalled that when his father entered Azkaban, he really didn't wear this ring on his hand. His father loved it so much, why did he put it in the book?

After hesitating for a moment, Draco reached out and took out the ring. Suddenly, he felt a strong suction coming from his navel, and his feet flew off the ground. The ring seemed to grow on him Like the hand, with a strong suction, it pulled his whole body over.

"Portkey?"

This was Draco's last thought before teleportation. Afterwards, his eyes were colorful, as if the scene in front of him was moving rapidly behind him. He couldn't see what it was, and his body felt empty. This feeling was enough It lasted for a full minute before his feet fell heavily on the ground, and the ring also fell under his feet.

Draco shook his dizzy head, and then he realized that something had changed, no, to be precise, something was wrong with him.The robe on his body became very loose, and it kept sliding down his body, while his height had shrunk severely, and even the shoes on his feet were many sizes larger. He was like a child who stole his father's shoes.

"...Damn what's going on!" Draco stretched out his hands and looked at them. They were a pair of children's hands, and they were definitely not more than ten years old, so he shrank and turned into a child.

This incident might have turned into a horror incident in a Muggle family, but in Draco's eyes, it was just like drinking an age-reducing potion.

It's just that the door key can't achieve this effect...

Draco pursed his lips, and then picked up the ring at his feet. He now needs to figure out what's going on, especially when he can recover.

Looking around, Draco realized that he was no longer in Wiltshire, England, or within the scope of Malfoy Manor. He was on a Muggle street, and he was standing stupidly in a gloomy building. In front of the old-fashioned building.

It was dark now, and it was not appropriate for a child of his age to stand alone on the street, especially if he was not fully clothed.

Draco glanced at the enlarged robe in disgust, then pulled out the wand in his pocket and began to shrink the robe rapidly until the robe fit snugly on him.

"My God!"

Draco was taken aback, and when he turned around, he found that the door of the courtyard had opened at some point. A thin, middle-aged woman with a tired look poked her head out of the door, looking at Draco in surprise. . "Son, why are you standing here in the middle of the night?"

Draco obviously didn't expect that someone would open the door to check in the middle of the night. He took a step back, stuffed his wand into his pocket, and looked at the Muggle in disgust. If it wasn't for figuring out where he was, he wouldn't waste Time to speak to a lowly Muggle.

"Where is this?" Draco asked in his characteristically languid tone.

Mrs. Cole frowned. She couldn't deny that she had a crush on this beautiful and delicate child, but she didn't like the child's arrogant attitude. "This is an orphanage in the West End of London."

London?Father's portkey just to get him to the door of a London orphanage?

Draco didn't believe it, he really didn't understand why his father would spend so much time making a portkey just to get to the orphanage, not to mention that this portkey turned himself into a little guy.

Mrs. Cole looked around at the dark streets, and then dragged Draco into the orphanage regardless of Draco's struggle.

"Let go of me, you Muggle, what are you doing?"

Letting go of Draco's arm, Mrs. Cole looked serious, "Son, I don't care why you stand in front of the orphanage door in the middle of the night, but I can't let you stay there alone, it's dangerous at night, You must live here today."

Draco pursed his lips and took another step back. He really wanted to jinx him, but he couldn't, damn it, since the Dark Lord failed, jinxing Muggles is very serious now, He didn't want the Malfoys to be accused of torturing Muggles just after they were cast off as Death Eaters.

"You let me live here?" Draco asked sharply.This orphanage looks very dilapidated, not even as good as Malfoy Manor after the war, and this Muggle woman let him live here!

"Son, if someone comes to look for you tomorrow, of course I'd like you to be taken back by your family, but not now, you have to stay here." After finishing speaking, Mrs. Cole turned and walked towards the orphanage.

Draco's expression was cloudy, of course he didn't want to stay in this damn orphanage, but now he had no choice, he couldn't disapparate in front of Muggles, damn new Ministry of Magic regulations, damn scar Head savior!

Taking a deep breath, Draco reluctantly followed Mrs. Cole back and forth, until he stopped in front of a door, the black paint on the door was almost peeling off, Draco He frowned in disgust.

"Son, you can rest in this room for one night first, but you have to be careful. Tom in this room has a bad personality and is very irritable. There is no spare room now, so you can only deal with it for one night."

After speaking, Madam Cole opened the door and pushed Draco in.

There are two beds in the house, one of which has a child lying on it, and the rest of the furniture is only a simple wooden table and chair, and a black-painted wardrobe.

Hearing someone coming in, Tom lying on the bed sat up, staring at Mrs. Cole with a gloomy expression.

Mrs. Cole ignored Tom, pointing to another bed and said to Draco: "You rest on this bed for a night, there are bedding in the closet, and when your relatives come to you tomorrow, you can go back .”

Draco clicked his tongue impatiently. He stood by the bed with his arms folded and his pointed chin raised in disdain. lady."

Mrs. Cole nodded in satisfaction, and left the room.

Tom Riddle looked at Draco standing in front of him. This person was different from other people. Although he looked at him with disgust, he didn't have a trace of fear. It was obvious that everyone was afraid to avoid him when they saw him. .

"Who are you? New to the orphanage?" Tom got up from the bed and lowered his voice to Draco.

Draco raised his platinum head high, standing straight in front of Tom who was a head taller than himself. "I don't think it's necessary for you to know my name, since you—" Draco looked Tom up and down carefully, and then continued to sing the aria: "—just a stupid Muggle."

Tom Riddle didn't like the boy, he was sure the boy looked at him like he was looking at a pile of garbage.He hated this kind of gaze, and the other children in the orphanage who dared to look at him like this were scared by his special ability and never dared to appear in front of him again.

So he didn't hide his rage, to the point where he could feel his special ability flooding around him.

Draco clearly saw the cup on the table fly up suddenly, and then fell heavily to the ground, the iron cup made a crisp sound of "crack" on the ground.He opened his mouth and looked at the boy in front of him in disbelief.

He can guarantee that the cup was placed on the table very stably just now, no one touched the table, and there is only one answer for the cup to fall off.

The boy was pissed off, and magic riots were normal at his age, so the boy turned out to be a wizard, albeit a very annoying half-breed, or mudblood.

Draco pursed his lips. It was a good thing to see a wizard in an ordinary Muggle orphanage, although he didn't like the half-blood status of the other party.

Tom Riddle didn't see the expression he expected on Draco's face. Although Draco was surprised for a moment at first, he was obviously not frightened, not even afraid of himself.

"Who the hell are you? Aren't you afraid?"