Dark Lord, please let go

After Potions class, Leslie blamed Draco for all his unhappiness.The snake that appeared in the dormitory must have been placed by Draco; the cauldron was burned by himself because Draco attracted attention.Leslie is like another Ron, all kinds of things don't like Draco, and the whole Hogwarts knows that Gryffindor's Leslie and Slytherin's Draco are in dire straits.

But fortunately, there are not many classes with Gryffindor. Apart from potions, there are only transformation classes and flying classes. Usually Draco puts all his attention on Tom and has no time to pay attention at all. Leslie.

Tom Riddle has recently fallen in love with the library. He spends most of his time reading books, and all kinds of books are involved. Tom can even stay in the library until the moment before curfew.This kept Devlin complaining to Draco that Tom had become a genuinely good student.

Draco spent less time with Tom, and in order to know what Tom was doing in the first place, Draco had to follow Tom and plunge into the library with him.Slytherin has two nerds who love to study, this is something that teachers and students throughout Hogwarts know.

Putting the thick stack of books in his hand on the table with a "bang", Draco curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and frowned at Tom who was still buried in the book. Loud talking is not allowed in the library, and Draco had to Bu lowered his voice and asked Tom, "Tom, what are you looking for? We've been in the library for a long time."

Draco's voice was full of gritted teeth, Merlin's stinky socks, Draco hadn't read the book so seriously before, he felt that he was on par with Miss Know-it-all from Gryffindor now.

Tom just lazily raised his head and glanced at Draco, and then buried himself in the book again, "I want to know, some little secrets that even you know."

"What little secret?" Draco paused with an unnatural expression, then smoothed the folds of his robe, and said casually, "I don't have any secrets."

Tom finally raised his head to look at Draco, his lips were tightly pressed together, his obsidian eyes narrowed, "Draco, do you know Parseltongue?"

Hearing Tom's words, Draco felt his heart skip a beat, and even his breathing became short of breath.What did Tom Riddle know?Know that he is the heir of Slytherin?

Seeing Draco sitting there in a daze without speaking, Tom looked at him calmly for a while, then lowered his head and continued reading. "I don't know why you want to hide it from me, but it doesn't matter, I will find out everything sooner or later."

Draco pursed his lips, he didn't know what Tom was thinking now, and he didn't know if Tom still considered him a friend.After all, the friendship between Draco and Tom is not deep, or Draco never thought of becoming friends with Tom Riddle. In his eyes, Tom Riddle will always be the future Dark Lord , he can only be someone he needs to pay attention to, or a potential enemy.

Draco didn't know anything about what happened to the Dark Lord at Hogwarts. He only knew the cruelty, cruelty and madness of the Dark Lord, as well as those unbearable Cruciatus. Besides, Draco Nothing is known about the Dark Lord.

He didn't know what Tom went through to become the Dark Lord, and he didn't know who the Dark Lord listened to and cut his soul into slices. He only knew about the Dark Lord's horcrux in the black notebook stored in his home. And the huge boa constrictor that followed the Dark Lord later.

Draco should be thankful that Tom Riddle is only interested in his own parentage now, shouldn't he?

In the days that followed, the relationship between Tom and Draco dropped to a freezing point.

Draco began to avoid Tom on purpose, he didn't know how to get along with Tom now, he had been a roommate for more than three years, but Draco really realized at this time that Tom was not an ordinary little wizard, he The future Dark Lord.Perhaps he was blinded by Tom's youth, so that Draco forgot the fact that he was the Dark Lord.

But now, Tom is indulging in the library every day, looking up his life experience among a lot of materials.

Draco and Tom weren't as close as they used to be, but Devlin and Draco became friends.Devlin didn't like reading in the library, so he preferred to follow Draco around the Hogwarts castle.

Throwing away the schoolbag in his hand, Devlin sat down on the grass and rested comfortably against the tree trunk. "Draco, what the hell is Tom doing these days? Staying in the library all day, oh, just thinking about those thick books gives me a headache."

"How do I know?" Draco pursed his lips awkwardly, now he could only see Tom in the classroom and in the dormitory in the morning and evening.

Devlin didn't know what Draco was thinking, but he still felt that he should persuade his friends that they seemed to be in a cold war.Thinking of this, Devlin got up from the grass and sat down, then looked at Draco seriously, "Draco, did you have some misunderstanding with Tom?"

The corners of Draco's eyes twitched unconsciously, it was more than a simple misunderstanding between him and Tom. "There's no misunderstanding, it's just that he's been busy becoming a mobile library recently, and I just don't have that interest."

"Forget it Draco." Devlin wrinkled his round nose, "You and Tom didn't talk much during class, and there was no communication at all, and you didn't even look at Tom!" He completely Regardless of Draco's expression of wanting to refute, he continued, "The two of you used to have a good relationship as if you were one person. As long as you find you, you will definitely see Tom by your side, but now?"

Oh, Merlin's beard, that's not called good relationship, that's called close-range surveillance, okay?

"You're overthinking Devlin." Draco raised his eyebrows, looked at Devlin angrily as if he had been exposed in a plot, and his voice was a little gritted, "I didn't have anything to do with Tom Riddle Misunderstand."

"Okay, well, since you said that... Hey, wait a minute Draco, where are you going?" Before Devlin could finish speaking, Draco had already stood up from the grass, carrying his schoolbag away.

Kicking the pebbles on the road, Draco couldn't tell what mood he was in.He is a selfish person, he only hopes that his parents will not die because of the Dark Lord in the future, so he has no interest in whether Tom Riddle will become the Dark Lord, as long as Tom will not get the support of the Malfoy family.

But now, that person is in a cold war with himself, hey, a person who will become a lunatic, why does he care so much?Oh, sure enough, after a long time of contact, will there be feelings?

Putting his schoolbag on his shoulders irritablely, Draco walked towards the Hogwarts castle. After a while, they had a Defense Against the Dark Arts section.Every time he took Defense Against the Dark Arts, he was thankful that it was 1938 and he didn't have to smell the smell of garlic in class and he didn't have to deal with a bunch of crazy Cornish elves.

The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was Galatea Melles, and although he had just started school, he had a different view of Tom Riddle.Tom has an outstanding magical talent, which Professor Mellors praised in class in front of all the students.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is on the third floor. Draco bypassed the stairs that had to change its route, intending to take a shortcut to the classroom, but he stopped at the corner of the corridor, and Tom Riddle in front of him was standing with Abraxas Together.

Draco could see that Abraxas admired Tom very much. Although he still raised his head proudly, he looked at Tom with a gentle expression.

Draco stared straight at Tom and Abraxas as if he had been petrified.Draco panicked, suddenly felt like he hadn't done anything in that damn Muggle orphanage for three years, his grandfather still befriended the future Dark Lord, and it was pointless for him to be sent back by his father's ring of.

Tom raised his eyebrows and looked at Draco who stood there like an idiot, "How long are you going to be in a daze? It's almost time for class."

The thin lips were pursed, Draco gave Tom a gloomy look, and then set his eyes on Abraxas who was staring at him with interest.Since he can't change Tom Riddle, can he keep his grandfather Abraxas away from Tom?

Oh, damn Merlin, he is not the savior of Scarhead, why would he do such a ridiculous thing.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy." Draco smiled politely at Abraxas.Originally, he didn't intend to have any contact with the Malfoy family, but now that Draco has overturned everything, he has to maintain friendship with the Malfoy family, right?

"Hello, Draco." Abraxas squinted his gray-blue eyes and kept looking at Draco, as if trying to read something from Draco's expression. "I heard the first year from Gryffindor was trying to trouble you?"

"Oh, that's nothing." Draco frowned in disgust. The Gryffindor named Leslie was thinking about how to make trouble for himself every day. "I think I can handle it myself." Yes, a first-year brat, and he hasn't got Leslie in his sights yet.

"I think you have to go to class." Abraxas turned to look at Tom, "Tom, think about my proposal."

After Abraxas left, Draco turned his gaze back to Tom.He followed Tom into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"What did you say to Abraxas?"

"Oh, Abraxas?" Tom raised his eyebrows playfully, "I remember you insisting on calling Abraxas Mr. Malfoy."

"That's none of your business, Tom." Draco interrupted Tom angrily.

"Since you insist." Tom smiled at Draco, "Then what happened between me and Abraxas has nothing to do with you, Draco."