Dark Lord, please let go

After Devlin left, neither of them spoke, and the room fell silent.

Tom was still sitting on Draco's bed, and Draco was wearing pajamas, looking at Tom's profile in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

"What do you want to say, Draco?" Tom raised his eyebrows, looking at Draco's troubled face with a smile.

Draco was stunned, and coughed awkwardly, "You set that snake? To scare the little ghosts of Gryffindor?"

Tom looked at Draco, then bent down, leaned closer to Draco and asked, "Are you going to thank me, Draco, for helping you teach that Gryffindor a lesson?"

Tom's face was so close to Draco's that Draco seemed to feel Tom's hot breath on his face.He turned his face away uncomfortably, but did not show any weakness, "Tom, I remember that the school's pets do not include snakes."

Tom sneered and straightened up again, "Forget it Draco, who can prove that I raised that snake?" Speaking of which, he paused, and looked at Draco with a half-smile, "What's more , you should be laughing in your heart, if conditions permit, you may have already done it yourself."

"...No, that's a Gryffindor with a head comparable to a troll." Come on, he won't secretly trouble Gryffindor, he has no interest in becoming a sworn enemy with the kid now , Just looking at Tom gave him a headache, let alone dealing with the mindless Gryffindor, it must be asking for trouble.

The conversation ended in a hissing sound. When Draco lowered his head, he saw a small emerald green snake that was only as long as an arm coiled at his feet. The snake letter protruded a lot, and the fangs were not big, but it was shining strangely. of light.

Under the gaze of the little green snake, Draco's body stiffened in place, and he didn't dare to move. Although he knew that Tom would not order his pet snake to attack him, Draco was still worried. It is highly toxic.

'Don't scare Draco, Adil. '

Tom's mouth hissed again, and Draco glanced at Tom uneasily before he bent down and let the green snake wrap around his arm.

"Draco, this is Adil, my new pet." Tom looked at Draco with a smile that made people feel warm.

But when he thought that this snake named Adil had just visited Gryffindor Tower and scared the Gryffindor students half to death, he felt that Tom's expression looked harmless, but there was a certain kind of coldness.

"Don't worry, she won't bite you." Tom put Adil on his four-poster bed and began to pack his books.

Seeing that Adil was finally away from him, Draco relaxed. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Tom, "Her?"

Tom stuffed the textbooks needed today into his schoolbag, and then turned around to explain, "Of course, Adil is a lady." Following Tom's words, the green snake coiled on his bed seemed to understand that Tom had mentioned him, and even turned to the outside of the bed. Swimmed a distance.

"Merlin's beard!" Draco hurriedly took a few steps back, away from Tom's four-poster bed, "You plan to keep it in the bedroom?"

"Of course." Tom smiled, looked at Draco who was still in his pajamas and said, "Draco, I think you will get along very well, and—" Tom paused, from top to bottom After looking at Draco for a while, he kindly reminded: "You'd better go wash up right away, do you want to be late for potions class in the morning?"

Of course Draco didn't want to be late, even if he didn't like Professor Slughorn at all, he wouldn't take pity on his house points.

After packing everything up quickly, Draco and Tom finally walked out of the dormitory, and the snake named Adil was left behind by Tom.

Devlin was sitting on the sofa in the Slytherin lounge with his schoolbag in his arms, when he saw Draco and Tom coming over, he hurried up to greet him. "Hey, I think today's Potions class will be very lively."

Draco squinted his eyes and said with pleasure in his voice, "Oh, of course, today's Potions class is with Gryffindor."

Draco was delighted at the thought of seeing that terrified face.

Potions class used to be Draco's favorite subject. Every time he was in class, he could see the embarrassment of the Scarhead Savior being asked for trouble by Professor Snape.Now that Slughorn was the Potions professor, Draco once thought that he would become disgusted with potions, but he found out that he was wrong.

Because when he saw Leslie with a pale face in the Potions class, he thought Professor Slughorn's chubby face was very cute.

"Okay, get your scales, cauldron, and knife ready, and of course, your potions textbook." Slughorn said loudly, waving his wand.

"Children, take notes on the blackboard. After class today, I'm afraid you will have to complete more than eight inches of Potions homework."

"Oh, eight inches, Merlin!"

There were loud complaints in the classroom, but Slughorn obviously didn't care at all. He tapped the blackboard with his wand, and the name of the scabies potion appeared on the blackboard. "This is the potion you need to complete in this class. Before get out of class ends, put the prepared potion into a small bottle and hand it in. Now..."

Slughorn smiled and straightened his back, but it made his already protruding belly more obvious. "Now I'm going to check to see if you have previewed."

"Who can tell me what potion ingredients are needed to treat scabies potion?"

But obviously not everyone has the habit of previewing textbooks. After Professor Slughorn asked, no one in the whole classroom raised their hands to answer the question.

Devlin poked Draco's arm lightly from below, and asked in a low voice, "Draco, do you know?"

Draco rolled his eyes. This is a first-year class, so he probably didn't know it, but Slytherin's reserve prevented him from raising his hand in the first place like Gryffindor's know-it-all.

Seeing that no one in the entire classroom could answer his question, Slughorn seemed a little disappointed. He asked again uncertainly, "Is there no one who can answer my question?"

Only then did Draco lazily raise his hand.

Slughorn was delighted, and pointed to Draco to answer the question.

"Potions for scabies require potions of dried nettles, crushed snake fangs, steamed horned slugs, and porcupine quills."

"Very good, great." Slughorn was not stingy with his appreciation, "Two points for Slytherin."

Great, one step closer to filling up [-].Draco squinted and sat down satisfied.

"So can anyone tell me how many times to stir a potion? What's the correct color for a scabies potion?"

I don't know if Slughorn's question was too difficult, but no one in the classroom raised his hand to answer his question, and this time his expression was even more embarrassing.Just when he was about to give up, Tom beside Draco finally raised his hand.

"Very well, you can answer."

Tom replied with a smile, "It takes three stirrings. The correct color of the potion is bright green."

Satisfied with the correct answer, Slughorn awarded Slytherin points and sat Tom down, without asking any more questions, as if afraid of further silence.After copying the notes, Professor Slughorn asked the students to make the potion.

This wasn't the first time Draco made a scabies potion, he was so skilled that he even remembered that stupid Longbottom burned a hole in his cauldron in the first grade.

Slughorn stood behind Draco and Tom. He was surprised to see the skillful technique of these two children, and the steps of making were very rigorous, without any mistakes.

"Great." Slughorn couldn't help but praise, the two of them couldn't tell that it was their first time brewing a potion.He walked up to Tom and Draco, "Can you tell me your names?"

Tom stopped what he was doing and replied with a smile, "Tom Riddle, Professor."

Hearing Tom's answer, Slughorn turned his attention to Draco again, "Oh, let me think about it, although I don't know your name, I have heard of you." He smiled Looking at Draco, "You're the little Mr. Malfoy who hung Gryffindor up on the first day, right?"

Draco felt the corners of his eyes twitch uncontrollably, he was glad Slughorn didn't mention the ten points deducted, wasn't he? "Yes, Professor, I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy."

"Yes, you two are excellent." Just as Slughorn was about to continue to praise, a puff of acidic green smoke suddenly appeared from the other side of the classroom, accompanied by bursts of hissing.

As soon as Draco turned around, he saw the Gryffindor students bouncing around, trying to stand on the stools.The strange green smoke came out of Leslie's cauldron, which Draco was at odds with.His robes were riddled with scorched holes, and his arms and face were covered with red and swollen scabies, which made him scream in pain.

"Oh, poor boy." Slughorn immediately turned his head and walked towards Gryffindor's seat. While waving his wand, he cleared the burnt cauldron and the spilled potion on the ground, and said to Looking at the students around Leslie, he said, "Take him to the medical room."

Leslie was sent away, but the classroom became very chaotic. Many students' shoes were burned out by Leslie's potion, and many people knocked over the potion they were about to make.

"You should remember that the porcupine quills can only be put into the cauldron after it is removed from the fire." Professor Slughorn said seriously to the whole class.

Half an hour later, Draco and Tom finally walked out of the disastrous Potions classroom.Because of Leslie's mistake, most of the Gryffindor students did not finish the potion.

"Oh, Draco, Tom, did you see his expression? It was so painful, I bet, if you hadn't reminded me, I would be the one lying in the medical room now." Devlin patted fearfully own chest.