Dark Lord, please let go

In fact Draco and Devlin didn't have to wait too long, Tom was already sitting across from them when they had just written their three-inch homework.

Draco handed the schoolbag to Tom, but his eyes fell on the corner of Tom's robe stained with wet mud. He raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "Tom, where did you go just now?"

Hearing Draco's question, Devlin, who was engrossed in his homework, also raised his head. He glanced at Draco in confusion, and asked puzzledly, "Tom, you're back." Speaking of this, he After a pause, he looked at Tom curiously, "Tom, what were you doing just now?"

"Nothing," Tom glanced at Draco, then smiled at Devlin, "I was just worried my pet was hungry, so I went to find something to eat."

"Pets?" Devlin looked at Tom puzzled. He remembered Tom saying on the Hogwarts Express that he didn't bring pets to school.

Unlike Devlin, Draco's body trembled subconsciously when he heard the word Tom's implying pet.Damn it, he thought Tom had threatened himself with a snake for over three years.And now, Tom's robe was still covered with mud and grass clippings, I'm afraid, where did Tom Riddle find a damn snake as a pet again.

Draco glared at Tom silently, then picked up the quill and scratched his transfiguration homework on the parchment as if venting hatred.

The first-year class was not difficult for Draco, after all, he had already attended the first-year class once, and this time there was no scar-headed savior hindering him from attending the class.Tom's speed is not slow either, obviously it was written later than Draco and Devlin, but he quickly caught up.Draco had to admit that Tom had an unparalleled talent for magic, no wonder he would become the Dark Lord in the future.

During the break at noon, the three of them quickly completed the homework of the Transfiguration class in the library, and in the afternoon they took the History of Magic with Hufflepuff, which made Draco extremely headache. He would not like this class anyway, Boredom makes you sleepy.

Professor Binns walked into the classroom from behind the blackboard as usual, and there was a gasp in the classroom. It seemed that no one thought that the professor who taught the History of Magic was a ghost.Professor Binns introduced himself first, and then read History of Magic according to the textbook in his monotonous tone. Draco rolled his eyes, and he knew that no matter how long it took, Professor Binns would not change his professor's habits. He would rather read a history of magic textbook than listen to a tedious lecture by Professor Binns.

History of Magic is probably a class that Tom Riddle can't listen to seriously. Devlin has already started to doze off, and Draco has already spread the Potions textbook on the table.To be honest, he didn't have a good opinion of their headmaster, Potions Professor Slughorn, and he didn't give the heir of the Malfoy family any face back then.Because of Professor Slughorn's attitude, he was ridiculed for a long time by the Scarhead Savior.Given the choice, he'd rather be taught Potions by Snape than by Slughorn.

Tom disappeared after dinner, and Draco searched for a long time but couldn't find Tom, which made Draco very disturbed.Obviously, he had made up his mind to follow Tom closely, but who knew that Tom would disappear as soon as he turned around. Only then did Draco realize that even if Tom was just an 11-year-old child, he couldn't control him.

Not finding Tom, Draco finally had to go back to the Slytherin lounge, but Draco didn't want to stay in the lounge at all, because his grandfather Abraxas was sitting on a comfortable sofa chair, surrounded by a group of The people around him didn't know what to say, and the moment he entered the lounge, Draco could be sure that Abraxas had his eyes on him.

"You're back Draco," Abraxas raised his eyebrows with great interest, looking at the boy who looked like himself in front of him, "I heard that you had an argument with a Gryffindor first-year in the morning , and deducted ten points."

The lounge fell silent, and most people's eyes fell on Draco, and some even smiled gloatingly.

Draco glanced at Abraxas, hesitated for a moment before nodding, "That's right."

Oh, this man is his own grandfather, how could he be rude to his own grandfather?But now my grandfather must have a very bad impression of me. I deducted [-] points on the first day of class, which is really too bad!

Draco stared at Abraxas' expression while feeling annoyed in his heart.

Abraxas looked at Draco lazily, and didn't seem to take the deduction very seriously, "Draco, I have to remind you that you were deducted by Slytherin on the first day of school." Ten." Abraxas raised the corners of his lips and continued, "Draco, you have to win back the points in future classes."

"Of course." Draco shrugged indifferently, "I will give Slytherin extra points in class—" Saying this, Draco paused, he really couldn't stand other people's eyes, "— — I think I can go back to my dorm, Mr Malfoy?"

Hearing Draco address himself, Abraxas raised his eyebrows, but said nothing, "Of course, good night Draco."

After Draco returned to his dormitory, Harman Nott beside Abraxas laughed. "Oh, Abraxas, he actually called you Mr. Malfoy!"

"Is there any problem with this?" Abraxas squinted at Haman, not knowing what his friend was laughing at.

Haman smiled while clutching his stomach: "Don't you have the illusion that he is calling his name? Mr. Malfoy, haha, you all have the last name Malfoy."

"Thank you for your reminder, Harman." Abraxas' voice was cold without any warmth. "...Draco, I'm more interested in him."

Draco on the other side didn't know that his words had caught Abraxas' attention. He was still wondering where Tom had gone, and the curfew was about to come, but Tom still didn't return to the dormitory.

Finally, 15 minutes before curfew, Tom finally walked into the bedroom.

Draco was annoyed, but he looked careless on the surface. He glanced at Tom before asking arrogantly, "Where have you been? Mr. Riddle."

Tom glanced at Draco who was acting strangely, without saying a word, just took off his robe and hung it up.

Draco was already full of anger, and being ignored by Tom again made him even more angry, so he had to raise his voice, "Tom Riddle!"

"I don't think I need to report to you yet, Draco." Tom finally turned his head. He glanced at Draco who was angry, and then began to smile. "Draco, you look so stupid, like a reckless Gryffindor."

Damn Tom Riddle!He actually called me a Gryffindor!

Draco gritted his teeth, wishing he could throw a petrifying spell at Tom, but he just thought about it, Draco didn't have the guts to actually do something to the future Dark Lord.

"Okay Draco, I was just wandering around the castle." Seeing that Draco's anger was getting stronger, Tom explained with a smile.

"You wandered until curfew? Do you want to be caught by Pringle (administrator, Filch's ex)?" Draco said mockingly.

"I came back before the curfew, of course I won't be caught." Tom sat on his bed holding tomorrow's potions class textbook, he read the potions book seriously, and took time to glance at Draco who was still angry , and then said meaningfully: "Draco, I will introduce you to a new friend tomorrow."

"I'm not interested in meeting new friends..." Draco muttered not very enthusiastically, Tom's friend?Oh, he thought of the nagging and extraordinarily timid Devlin, it was so bad he had to hear Devlin babbling all day.

Early the next morning, before Draco woke up, he heard the knock on the door.

"Oh, Merlin! Who knocked on the door so early?" Draco got up from the bed in dissatisfaction, and saw Tom had already dressed and went to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened by Tom, Devlin rushed in with an excited face.

"Oh, good morning Draco, Tom!"

"Oh, hell, it's still early in Devlin? Why are you running around when you don't sleep? You're not an owl!" Draco looked like he saw a troll and ran into the house without even tidying his robes. Devlin.

"Hey, don't be like this Draco, I came here to tell you as soon as I heard about it." Devlin looked at Tom and Draco excitedly as if he didn't see Draco's expression.

Tom closed the door, sat down on Draco's bed naturally, and smiled at Devlin, "What happened, Devlin?"

"You can't think of it at all." Devlin looked at Draco with an exaggerated expression, "It's the Gryffindor who had a conflict with Draco yesterday, he was almost scared to death."

While gesturing, Devlin continued: "Last night, a snake somehow ran into Gryffindor Tower, and even got into that kid's bed. I heard that everyone in Gryffindor heard it." I heard the guy screaming in horror, oh, it's so relieved."

"...Snake?" Draco glanced at Tom beside him indiscriminately. "and after?"

"Later?" Devlin stretched out his hand and scratched his head, "I heard that the snake was not caught, but last night the whole Gryffindor was in a frenzy, and the freshmen were too scared, afraid that there would be a snake on their bed too. come out."

After hearing Devlin's words, Draco pursed his lips and looked at Tom. He couldn't deny that he was a little happy. No matter what Tom was doing now, he at least really regarded himself as a friend, didn't he?