Dark Lord, please let go

With contempt on his face, the platinum-blond boy dragged his voice and said lazily, "It's just a magic riot. Why should I be afraid of a mudblood who doesn't even have a magic wand?"

"Wand? Magic Riot?" Tom froze for a moment, then frowned and looked at Draco, "You know this? What is the ability to make things fly?"

He was eager to know the answer. Ever since he was able to use this special ability, people in the orphanage regarded him as a monster and a different kind. Mrs. Cole didn't like him, and even when other children bullied him, Mrs. Cole Just blame him alone, without asking any reason.And now, this kid dressed strangely but with an aristocratic accent actually recognizes this ability. Does that mean that he is not some kind of monster?

Draco was really tired. After using that portkey, not only his body became a little devil, but his energy seemed to become like a little devil. Now he just wants to lie back on his bed and have a good sleep, so he doesn't I plan to continue to work hard to have another word with this mudblood.

Pulling out his wand, Draco cast a Levitation Charm on the cup on the ground, and the cup flew back to the table automatically.During this process, Tom stared at Draco and the wand in Draco's hand without blinking.

"You are just like me!" Tom said in a flat tone after watching Draco's performance.But in fact, only he himself knows how surprised and shocked he is. He is not a freak, and there are people of his kind. This delicate-faced boy is the same as himself.

"No, I'm different from you!" Draco Malfoy looked at Tom angrily, as if offended, his voice became sharp, "I'm a pure-blood, and you, a half-blood, even It's a mudblood, how could it be like me!"

Tom didn't understand what a half-breed or a mudblood was, but he could understand Draco's disgust, so mudbloods were definitely not a good word.And he was envious of the wooden wand in Draco's hand. He knew that Draco's control of the cup flying back to the table was entirely due to the so-called wand, and he thought, maybe he could get it.

'Help me scare this boy...'

Hearing Tom's voice Draco froze for a moment, the hissing voice was familiar to him, the scarhead savior used to use it in that ridiculous dueling club in his second year at Hogwarts - Against a boa constrictor.And now, the handsome boy in front of him was making the same hissing sound, but unfortunately the boy's target was himself.

Draco watched in shock as a snake crawled out from under the boy's bed, and for a moment, he seemed to understand something in his heart.

The Portkey hidden by his father—his own body shrinking—the door of the orphanage—the Parseltongue boy, after connecting all the things together, Draco could no longer speak, and he didn't want to believe this fact.After the death of the Dark Lord, the Scarhead Savior was the only Parseltongue in the world, but now this boy is really a Parseltongue, the blood of Slytherin has been cut off long ago, there is no possibility of any Parseltongue descendants.

Draco opened his mouth, his voice was dry and without any ups and downs, "You, what's your name? What year is it now?"

Tom fixed his eyes on the wand in Draco's hand, but answered honestly, "I'm Tom, Tom Riddle, and it's June 1935."

really……

Draco shook his body, he had no idea that his father's ring could send him back to 1935, and the man in front of him... Draco looked at Tom Riddle complicatedly, this man was the young Dark Lord, It was the chief culprit who caused the decline of the Malfoy family. If it weren't for this person in front of him, his father and mother would never have died, and he would not have fallen into such a situation.

If this man dies, if this child who will become the Dark Lord dies, then nothing will happen in the future?His father and mother will also be alive, and they will live together in Malfoy Manor.

Draco looked at Tom Riddle with an increasingly gloomy expression, with unwillingness, resentment, and murderous intent in his eyes, but also a trace of grievance that Draco himself didn't realize.

Tom Riddle clearly felt the hostility of the person in front of him towards him. The hostility came suddenly and out of control. It seemed that he had known him for a long time, and it was an absolutely insoluble hatred.

Although he didn't know what the other party was thinking, Draco's stunned look made him very happy. The snake he raised had already crawled to Draco's feet, so Draco's motionless appearance made Tom mistakenly thought He was frightened by his own snake.

Tom stared at the wand in Draco's hand, then snatched it away.

Only then did Draco come back to his senses, seeing his wand in the hands of the Dark Lord, with a look of panic on his face. "Give me back my wand!"

The wand is the half body of a wizard. A wizard without a wand can only be slaughtered. He is not the Dark Lord, nor is he the sweet old bee of Dumbledore. Wandless magic is advanced magic, and Draco Spoiled by Lucius Malfoy, who knows nothing about wandless magic.

"This is indeed a magic wand." Tom dodged Draco who was pounced on him, and then threatened: "I advise you to stay still, or my snake won't be soft-spoken."

Draco's body froze, he thought of his dean, that Professor Snape who died under Nagini's mouth, Draco didn't know what kind of snake was in front of him, so he stopped at Once there, he couldn't gamble with his life, that's definitely not what a Malfoy should do.

"This is my wand, it doesn't belong to you, you can't use it, return it to me quickly, you..." Draco swallowed the three words that were about to be blurted out by the Mudblood, and in front of him was the Dark Lord , he knew what was going to happen in the future, he knew the horror of the Dark Lord, even though he was just a young child now, Draco couldn't keep his composure, he could even feel himself trembling, in that low and evil hiss The hiss could not stop trembling.

Tom looked at Draco's expression and smiled contentedly. It was this expression, this expression of fear and panic, this familiar expression that could be seen on the faces of other children, this expression made Tom feel at ease.

He took Draco's wand and waved it like Draco, but there was no response from the wand, not even a spark.Reluctantly, Tom waved the cup on the table again, but the cup didn't move, it didn't float in the air as imagined, and it didn't even shake.

Draco took a deep breath and kept calming himself, then he kept his voice as calm as possible, "You see, this is my wand, you can't use it at all, please give me back the wand .”

Tom looked at the wand in his hand blankly. He had just clearly seen Draco use this wooden wand to float the cup back onto the table, and this wand would not allow him to use it...

Thinking of this, Tom looked up and gave a nasty smile, "I think your wand is broken."

"What did you say..." Before Draco could finish, he saw Tom Riddle, the future Dark Lord, forcefully snapping his wand in two, and he, the owner of the wand, could only watch helplessly. Watching his wand being broken off and thrown on the ground.

"...No!" Draco looked at the wand wreckage in despair. He should have apparated directly just now, why did he talk to the Dark Lord for nothing, but now, his wand is broken, he can't apparate Apparatus, he can't even use magic anymore.This was 1935, not the 1999 he was familiar with, and he couldn't go back to Malfoy Manor, where there was no kid named Draco Malfoy now, and what was worse, he couldn't even use magic anymore.

How did he survive in 1935 when he was penniless...

Tom looked at the wand lying on the ground with satisfaction, and then said to Draco, "Now, we need to talk." Without the wand, Draco naturally couldn't threaten his safety, and Tom was very satisfied with this result.

talk?The Dark Lord broke his wand, and now he's telling himself to talk!Damn talk, damn Dark Lord, damn Portkey!

Draco wanted to chop up the future Dark Lord now, how could he talk to him.He lowered his voice, suppressing his anger, "We have nothing to talk about, Mr. Tom Riddle, I'm going to bed now, please go to bed."

"If you don't want to talk to me, then you would rather talk to my pet?" Tom Riddle didn't care about Draco's tone. If his own things were destroyed, he probably wouldn't either. Give the other party a good face, and even take revenge on the other party crazily.

"..." Threatened, Draco glanced at the snake lying at Tom's feet, and persuaded himself that the person in front of him was the Dark Lord, a moody Dark Lord. After a long period of psychological construction, Draco finally Only then nodded in compromise.Like a defeated rooster, he sat on the bed weakly, and even put away his arrogance. "What do you want to talk about?"

Tom pointed to the wand on the ground, "How did you get it? What are we?"

"We're wizards, and there's a lot of us. When you're 11, you get an offer to Hogwarts, and then you get your wand, and you go there with a bunch of little wizards to learn magic. After Draco finished speaking concisely, he stopped talking, anyway, these things will be told to him by the school professor when the future Dark Lord is 11 years old, so it doesn't matter.

"You already had a wand before you were eleven years old." Tom kicked the wand on the ground with his toe, motioning for Draco to continue explaining.

Seeing that only the silver unicorn hair connecting the two ends of the wand was left on the ground, Draco picked it up distressedly, and the wand that had been with him for eight years broke like this.

Draco stroked the broken wand gently, and then made a reasonable excuse for having a wand before he was 11 years old, "It's my father's wand, so I'm holding it."