Dark Lord, please let go

Tom didn't go back to the dormitory, because he met Abraxas Malfoy on the way, and Abraxas said directly that he wanted to talk to him.

There were many empty classrooms in Hogwarts, and Abraxas led Tom into one of them, and after making sure that no one would overhear their conversation, he turned and looked at Tom.

"Tom, I remember the first time I met you, you were shopping for textbooks in Diagon Alley with Draco." Without waiting for Tom to respond, Abraxas continued on his own: "If I remember correctly , you always called him Draco, but that time, you called him Malfoy."

What a crafty man.Tom slandered in his heart, but he didn't express anything on his face, he just kept his usual smile and looked at Abraxas, "Yes, I think you should understand why I did that, don't you?"

Abraxas' gray-blue eyes narrowed slightly, "Has Draco mentioned his parents to you?"

"No, Draco never mentioned his parents in front of others—" Tom paused, he didn't forget that Draco once said that he was a pure blood, before coming to Hogwarts, he didn't Didn't know what that meant, but Tom knew perfectly well now. "Abraxas, I can tell you some little secrets of Draco, but before that, I need you to do one thing."

"Oh?" Abraxas's expression changed slightly. He really felt that Tom was different from other young wizards. Not only did he have unparalleled magical talent, but he also studied diligently. He had no doubt that Tom would have extraordinary achievements in the future, but Abraxas never really took Tom into his heart. Anyway, Tom Riddle was still an 11-year-old little wizard, but now Abraxas had to overturn his conclusion. "What do you want me to do?"

Tom narrowed his eyes slightly. Recently, he found out about the descendants of Salazar Slytherin. He only found out the surname Gaunt, and there was no further information after that. "I need some information on Salazar Slytherin, and I think you should be able to provide it."

"Of course," Abraxas frowned. "As for the materials on Salazar Slytherin, I think my library should have some. Anything else?"

"Oh, sure, if it's convenient. You should know Draco was in an accident, right?"

Abraxas nodded, he'd heard something, about a stupid Ravenclaw miscasting a spell in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Normally, the word stupid wouldn't be applied to a Ravenclaw, but apparently both of them now thought the little Ravenclaw girl was stupid.

Tom started to smirk, "I wonder what punishment she's going to get, after all Draco is in the infirmary covered in blood."

"If it's these two things, I can promise you right now." Abraxas stood up from the chair, "So, is Draco..."

"I don't know who his parents are, he never mentioned it, but—" Tom smiled at Abraxas's face, noticing the change of expression on his face. "Draco said he was a pureblood, and his parents were Slytherins."

Abraxas nodded in satisfaction. Draco's parents were students of Slytherin, and he looked so Malfoy, so Draco must have something to do with the Malfoy family, and even he had a ridiculous idea. Couldn't Laco be his younger brother?I hope my mother won't lose her temper with my father because of this.Abraxas thought not quite sincerely.

After parting with Abraxas, Tom returned to the Slytherin dormitory, helped Draco put away his schoolbag, and took out a new robe and cloak from the cupboard.

Adil climbed down from Tom's bed, 'Tom, you smell like blood. ' It hissed, spitting out snake letters.

Tom didn't stop what he was doing, and he answered after putting Draco's cloak on, "Draco has a little trouble and needs to stay in the medical room—" He paused, looked back at the disk The little green snake on the carpet, 'Adil, you watch Draco for me tonight. '

'sure. '

With Adil's consent, Tom stuffed it into his pocket with satisfaction.

Draco was lying on the hospital bed in the medical room bored. Although he had already drank the healing potion, he could still feel the pain of tearing on his back. More importantly, the posture of lying on his stomach made him very uncomfortable.

Not long after Hogwarts started school, Draco was the first patient to enter the medical room, not to mention that it was still class time, and Draco was the only one in the whole medical room.

Thinking of the time when he was injured before, the Slytherin snakes around him were looking at him alone now, Draco sighed heavily, and only at this time would he be extraordinarily Missing my old Slytherin friends.

The door of the medical room opened with a "squeak", and a head came in quietly from outside the door, it was the culprit who caused Draco to lie on the bed.

Due to the restriction of his posture, Draco couldn't see the person at the door at all, he frowned and asked uncertainly, "Madam Pomfrey?"

Tilly Prewett walked into the medical room awkwardly, and when she saw Draco lying on the bed, she greeted anxiously. "Are you all right, Malfoy."

Draco raised his eyebrows and looked at Ravenclaw in front of him, and said mockingly, "Do I look good?"

Tilly's expression froze for a moment, his face was flushed by Draco's words, and his astringent and sore eyes stared at Draco's back uneasily, as if he could cry in a second.

Draco Malfoy was a little bastard, but he had no interest in making girls cry except Miss Know-It-All. "Are you here to visit the medical room?" Draco said, looking at Tilly's embarrassed face.

"No, of course not." Tilly waved his hands hastily, "I, I'm sorry, Draco, if it wasn't for me..."

"Please call me Malfoy." Draco interrupted Tilly, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be lying here unlucky. If you are really a Ravenclaw, please clarify the spell, don't Throwing magic around like a Hufflepuff will make people suspect that your head is stuffed with achnatherum."

Listening to Draco's harsh words, Tilly's tears finally fell from his eyes, and he didn't show any intention of stopping.

"..." Damn it, do girls only cry?And obviously he was the one who was injured, so why is this Ravenclaw wronged?But before Malfoy could say anything, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from outside the medical room, accompanied by Devlin's noisy voice. "Tom, is Draco okay? Is it not badly hurt? Oh, you don't know I was scared to death."

The door of the infirmary was pushed open, and the little Slytherin snakes saw Draco rolling his eyes, and Tilly standing beside his bed, still crying.

"Oh, look who's here." Kassim crossed his arms and looked mockingly at Ravenclaw who was wiping tears.If it weren't for the help of other Ravenclaw students in the classroom, I'm afraid Kassim would have told Tilly to tears, so why wait for Draco to do it.

Devlin also opened his mouth and looked at Tilly, then gently pushed Tom, and asked in a low voice, "What is she doing here? Are you apologizing?"

Tom lifted the corner of his mouth and said nothing, just threw the schoolbag on the chair, and took out the cloak and a bag of candies inside. "Here's your cloak, Draco. The Slytherin students asked us to bring this bag."

After taking the cloak and candy from Tom, Draco turned his gaze back to Tilly, "If you have nothing to say, I want to change my clothes."

Tilly wiped away her tears, and knew that now was not the time to speak. She was afraid of Kasim, and she was at a loss when she opened her mouth. "Then, then I'll see you after dinner, Malfoy." After she finished speaking, she walked around Kasim who was still staring.

"You scared her, Kassim." Draco smirked, and had to say, he was overjoyed to see Kassim's behavior.

Seeing Tilly walking out, Kasim's expression also eased, "It's not my fault, if you hadn't stood in front of me, I'm afraid the person lying there now would be me, Draco."

With the help of Tom and Devlin, Draco got up from the bed and changed into clean clothes with great effort. "Is there any account of this accident?"

Draco wasn't sure if, as an orphan, the Ravenclaw who had hurt him would be punished.If it was before, as long as he wrote a letter to his father, everything would be resolved, and he would not be wronged at all, and his mother would send him biscuits and candies thoughtfully.

"Professor Mellors has already told Professor Flitwick about the matter, but Draco, you'd better not get your hopes up." Kassim sat leisurely on a stool beside him, "After all, that stupid Ravenclaw didn't do it on purpose, you're recovering pretty well now—" Kassim paused, and glanced at Draco's platinum head, "If your relatives want to pursue it, then It couldn't be better."

Draco frowned, these Slytherin students still didn't give up their curiosity, they wanted to know the relationship between Draco and Malfoy's family all the time, although they were very cryptic. "I'm afraid I don't know whether I have any relatives at all."

Avoiding Kassim's probing eyes, Draco leaned back on the bed again. Although this position made him uncomfortable, it was perfect for avoiding Kassim.

"Draco, are you still in pain?" Devlin sat on the edge of his bed and pulled the corner of the quilt for him.

Draco unconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth, Devlin was indeed a Hufflepuff in Slytherin skin, there was no doubt about it.

"Don't you have anything to do?" Draco raised his eyebrows and looked at the three of Tom.

Hearing Draco's words, Tom chuckled, "Draco, I'm sorry that you have to give up your favorite Potions class."

"Potions class in the afternoon?" Draco felt that he couldn't stay any longer. Professor Slughorn liked students with prominent family backgrounds, which Draco had known for a long time.God knows how hard Draco had worked in Potions to impress Slughorn.

It's hard to say that Draco didn't try to please Professor Slughorn on purpose, for some petty ego of his.