Dark Lord, please let go

Of course Draco can't go to Potions class, not to mention that he is now a patient, even if he is cured, Madam Pomfrey probably won't let Draco go, at least he will observe for a long time, this is Draco's deep Something to experience.

Kasim sat with Draco for a while, then took Devlin, who still wanted to hang out in the medical room, to the library to finish his Defense Against the Dark Arts homework, leaving only Tom who was reading a book.

"As Professor Mellors' favorite student, don't you need to go to the library to do your homework?" Draco lay on the bed, and glanced lightly at Tom who was still reading with his head down.

Hearing Draco's words, Tom raised his head from the book, looked at Draco with interest, and then smiled mysteriously at him, "I have a gift for you."

"Is there a gift?" Draco raised his eyebrows. He didn't believe Tom Riddle's nonsense. Every time Tom showed that expression, it meant that he was going to be unlucky again, and nothing good would happen.

"Yes." Tom closed the book and put it on the low cabinet next to him, then pulled Adil out of his pocket and handed it to Draco who was still lying on the bed, "A present for you, I think you will be very happy like."

"...Damn it, Tom Riddle, what the hell are you trying to do?" Draco subconsciously moved to the other side of the bed, avoiding Adil who was handing him in front of his face. If he could, he really wanted to put Tom's He knocked his head open to see what weird things were stuffed inside, and which eye he saw that he liked Adil, a stupid snake.

Tom didn't mind at all, he put Adil on Draco's hospital bed, and said with a smile: "I put Adil by your side for one night, and when you recover, return it to me. "Speaking of this, Tom paused, looked at Draco's bored expression and chuckled. "Draco, you know that Adil won't bite you, so don't show such an idiot expression."

Yes, of course Draco knew that Adil wouldn't bite him, but he just couldn't get along well with a snake, and it looked stupid like that, Malfoy should be friends with a snake, what a joke.

Pinching Adil's slippery body with two fingers, Draco handed Adil to Tom again, "I'm not interested in pets, for its safety, you'd better keep it by yourself."

But before Tom could reply, Adil hissed instead. 'Tom, does he not like me yet? '

Draco's outstretched hand froze. Although he didn't know what the hissing sound meant, he knew that Adil must be talking to Tom Riddle.

Tom glanced at Draco meaningfully before answering Adil, "Of course not Adil, he's shy because he can't understand what you're talking about." 'If Draco could understand Tom, he would definitely jump, but unfortunately there are not so many ifs in this world.

Hearing Tom's answer, Adil seemed very happy. Draco was Tom's friend, and he really didn't want Tom's friends to dislike him.So, Adil did something that made it difficult for Draco to sleep at night.

It wrapped around Draco's arm as quickly as it was in Tom's hand, and kept crawling towards Draco's platinum head.

"...What did you say to it?" Draco looked at Adil who was getting closer to his head, and really didn't want to keep lying on the bed, but the dull pain in his back reminded him not to move around .

Tom smiled at the side and didn't mean to intervene at all, "It's nothing, it seems that you will get along well with Adil—" As he spoke, Tom stuffed the book into his schoolbag, "Remember to feed Adil some food, I'll see you again after dinner, and rest Draco."

After Tom left, Adil also crawled to Draco's pillow, and he hissed, "I will take care of you instead of Tom." '

"...Damn it, what the hell are you talking about." Draco frowned while pinching Adil's body with his fingers, moving it back to the bedside.Draco didn't want to have the same exciting night as Gryffindor, he didn't need to.

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After talking with Tom Riddle, Abraxas took the time to write a letter to his father, in which he wrote some school trivia, but at the end of the letter he vaguely mentioned a first-year student named Draco Malfoy Abraxas worries about the safety of Hogwarts students after a new student is hit with a spell.

The old Mr. Malfoy's reply letter arrived soon, he praised Abraxas for caring about the freshmen in Slytherin, and mentioned that he would go to Hogwarts to visit Abraxas' dean, Sla Professor Ghorn.

The next day, Draco was able to lie comfortably on the bed, his back was still a little tingling, but the wound had healed. If it wasn't for Madam Pomfrey, Draco might have left the medical room and went to class long ago.

Under Madam Pomfrey's watchful eye, Draco drank the jars of potions on the low cabinet.

"Very well, the rest of the potion will be consumed after lunch, please don't forget, Mr. Malfoy, I will remind you on time." Madam Pomfrey took away the empty potion bottle, still worried exhorted.

"I'll drink it." As far as I can remember, Draco added inwardly, frowning.

"Good morning, Draco." Abraxas' voice came from outside the door.

As soon as Draco looked up, he saw Abraxas follow a man into the infirmary.The man looked eighty percent similar to Abraxas, but was much older, with pale skin, a pointed chin, and long platinum-blond hair combed neatly behind his head.

There was no doubt that this was Abraxas' father, Draco's great-grandfather.

"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy..." After finishing speaking, Draco twitched his mouth unnaturally because there were three Malfoys in the room.

Madam Pomfrey scanned the three of them, and finally landed on Draco, "Do you want me to stay here, Mr. Malfoy?"

"I don't think so, thank you Madam Pomfrey for your kindness."

Madam Pomfrey took one last look at the old Malfoy who walked in, before she packed her things and left the medical room.

August Malfoy's black cane tapped lightly on the floor, making a crisp clicking sound, his chin was raised high, his gray-blue eyes glanced indifferently at Draco who was sitting by the bed. "I heard that there is another Malfoy in Slytherin." His voice was cold and unmoving, as if he was talking about something unrelated to himself, "So, your name?"

Feeling the cold gaze of old Malfoy, Draco felt indescribably uncomfortable. His father used to look at the Scarhead Savior with that gaze, but now, his great-grandfather looked at him with such annoyed gaze. towards myself.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, sir." Draco raised his tone, but his eyes fell on Abraxas. He didn't understand what his grandfather wanted to do.

"Father, please allow me to introduce." Abraxas felt the eyes on him, and stood forward thoughtfully. "This is Draco, a first-year Slytherin."

"I didn't ask you, Abraxas." August tapped the ground lightly with his cane to stop him from continuing. "Who are your parents? Their names?"

Oh damn Merlin!Draco was on the point of losing his temper, because of his great-grandfather's attitude, because he couldn't identify himself to them, and because one Malfoy was turning on another Malfoy.Malfoy values ​​his family most, but Draco can only disobey his great-grandfather now, he has no choice, he can't tell who his parents are at all, they don't exist.

"Who are my parents, I don't think I need to tell you, Mr. Malfoy." Draco replied harshly.

"Oh, let me think about it." Augustus pulled Aria, and used his cane to open Draco's schoolbag on the low cabinet, where Draco's second-hand textbooks were placed. "You have to answer, I don't want anyone to play around with the Malfoy family name."

Run amok?That definitely doesn't describe a Malfoy!Draco could feel his anger rising, and it was definitely not a good time to talk back to old Malfoy, that would make Draco's impression in August's heart the lowest, or, it was already the lowest now.

"Slytherin respects others**, I think Mr. Malfoy should be a standard Slytherin."

Hearing Draco's words, August's expression was cloudy and uncertain. He took back the stick that was outstretched, and looked at Draco with an even colder expression. "It seems you're a Slytherin, no doubt about it."

August had just finished taunting Draco when he heard footsteps outside the medical room. It was Tom Riddle who had just finished his Charms class.

Tom didn't expect that there would be other people in the medical room. When he saw the three platinum heads, he immediately understood who it was. He glanced at Draco, who was obviously exuding anger, and then turned to greet the person who came. . "I think you should be the father of Abraxas. I am Tom Riddle, a friend of Abraxas. Nice to meet you, Mr. Malfoy."

"Riddle?" Hearing Tom's surname, August glanced at Abraxas in dissatisfaction, and then set his sights on Draco. He didn't forget that he came to Hogg because of Tom's appearance. Watts' purpose. "You're not going to answer my question, are you?"

"Of course not!" Draco couldn't help but rolled his eyes, well, since his great-grandfather had a terrible impression of him, he didn't have to keep it up.

'Tom, you're here at last. '

Just when the atmosphere was tense, Adil crawled out of the quilt of Draco's hospital bed, and while crawling towards Tom, he hissed and complained, "Tom, Draco actually threw me on the ground, he wouldn't let me I sleep in bed. '

'He didn't mean Adil, I brought you your favorite snack. ' Tom kept smiling as he stuffed Adil into his pocket.

Hearing the hissing sound from Tom's mouth, Draco knew something was wrong. He subconsciously touched his father's ring hanging around his neck, and then caught a glimpse of old Malfoy and Abraxas looking at him in disbelief. Looking at Tom, things are going in a bad direction.