Dark Lord, please let go

In front of Tom is a copy of "The Rise and Fall of Pure-Blood Families in the Nineteenth Century". This is not the first time he has checked books about pure-blood families in the library.

He still remembers the first time he saw a description of Salazar Slytherin in a book. When Tom saw that Salazar Slytherin had a Parseltongue, he was even more sure that he was not an ordinary half-breed kind.Tom has never met a Parseltongue other than himself, and the books say that only the heirs of Salazar Slytherin can have a Parseltongue.

Tom has identified himself as the heir of Slytherin, and now he needs to find out who his parents are.

The moment Tom saw old Malfoy in the medical room, Tom knew that the gentleman in front of him was the father of Abraxas, the current head of the Malfoy family, an ancient pure-blood family.It wasn't that he forgot Draco's words that he couldn't expose himself as a Parseltongue thing in front of others, but he did it on purpose.

Tom wants to know about Slytherin from the Malfoy family, so he must be of certain use value, and the Parseltongue is obviously a very favorable bargaining chip.

And the reaction of the Malfoy family was also within his expectation, inviting him and Draco to spend Christmas together at Malfoy Manor, maybe during the Christmas holiday, he could fully understand his own life experience.

Thinking of this, Tom closed the thick copy of "The Rise and Fall of Pure-Blood Families in the [-]th Century" and put it back in the bookcase. There were only a few simple sentences in it introducing the descendants of Slytherin, which obviously couldn't satisfy Tom's desire. need.

He turned his gaze to the restricted|restricted|book area of ​​the library. Now that he has Malfoy's house, he probably won't need to enter the restricted|restricted|book area again in the near future.

When Tom came out of the library, he found that the whole of Hogwarts was very quiet, and there was not even a shadow of a person. There was only the chirping sound of the torches in the corridor. Somewhat gloomy.

Tom pulled out his wand and waved it. The current time was displayed in the sky, and it was only twenty minutes before the curfew.

Only then did he realize that he was too serious about looking up materials in the library, so that he spent too much time.Stuffing his wand into his pocket, Tom pursed his lips and walked quickly through the empty corridor.Tom didn't plan to continue the night tour today, he believed that Draco would do what he said.

"Oh, Tom, why haven't you returned to the dormitory so late."

The sudden voice from behind made Tom stop, and he recognized that the voice belonged to Professor Dumbledore.Tom turned around slowly, and nodded politely to Dumbledore, "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore, I was just previewing tomorrow's homework in the library, and I forgot the time."

Dumbledore came out from the shadow of the corridor, wearing a strange robe with golden stars, and smiled at Tom gently, "Good evening, Tom." Professor Dumbledore's blue eyes were in the half-moon shape Flashing behind the lens, "It's a good Tom to study hard, but pay attention to the balance between work and rest."

"Okay, Professor." Tom noticed Dumbledore's smile. For some reason, it looked so gentle, but he just had the feeling that the smile was very hypocritical, as if Dumbledore had never looked at himself.

Even though he worked so hard, all the professors at Hogwarts liked him, but Dumbledore's attitude never changed, just like meeting him for the first time in the orphanage, with some kind of scrutiny.

Tom tightened his grip on the schoolbag, he hated this kind of probing gaze. "Professor, if there is nothing else, I'll go back to the dormitory first, and the curfew is about to come."

"Of course, good night Tom."

"Good night, Professor Dumbledore."

Hearing Dumbledore's answer, Tom turned around, and he could feel that Dumbledore's gaze was still on him, without moving away.Tom walked quickly towards the Slytherin dungeon, and he was not relieved until he was out of Dumbledore's sight. At Hogwarts, Dumbledore was the only one Tom didn't know how to get along with.

Through the long corridor, Tom finally returned to the Slytherin cellar door.When the stone door of the common room opened, he saw Draco sitting on the sofa in the empty lounge, and the latter stared at Tom who entered the lounge with raised eyebrows.

"I thought you were going to continue your night tour today, Tom."

Tom glanced at the lounge where Draco was alone, and saw a thick book on the coffee table in front of Draco. "Are you waiting for me, Draco."

Hearing Tom's words, Draco's pale face gradually blushed. He stood up from the sofa and looked at Tom meanly, "If you continue your night tour today, I'm going to find Slughorn Talk to the professor about the punishment for wandering around the castle after curfew."

Tom stared at Draco with obsidian-like eyes, and when he saw that he wasn't joking at all, he shrugged, "Forget Draco, I don't intend to continue the night tour." Having said this, Tom paused, "Curfew is coming soon, I think we should go back to the dormitory now."

After finishing speaking, Tom turned around and walked towards the dormitory first. Draco waited for a while before following Tom's footsteps and entering the dormitory together.

Tom took off his robe while paying attention to Draco's actions. Seeing that Draco was just sitting on the sofa in the bedroom staring at him, Tom knew he had to say something. "I just came out of the library and met Professor Dumbledore."

"Professor Dumbledore?" Draco drew out, "How did he appear in the library? What did you say?"

"I'm afraid I can't stay too late in the library these days," said Tom with a hint of sarcasm. "It's not a good thing to get Dumbledore's attention, is it?"

"Of course," Draco thought of the way Dumbledore looked at him. Dumbledore was the greatest white wizard of this century, and the Dark Lord's nemesis.

Draco set his eyes on Tom, the current Dark Lord is only an 11-year-old child, and there is no cruelty or madness in him, but according to what Draco learned, Tom is definitely older than the average 11-year-old The child has insights and ideas, and it may only be a matter of time before he becomes the future Dark Lord.

Who would have thought that this handsome 11-year-old boy in front of him would become such a crazy blood theorist in the future.

Sensing Draco's strange gaze, Tom couldn't help frowning, "What?"

"Nothing." Draco shrugged indifferently, then looked away, and asked casually, "Tom, do you hate those Muggles?"

Tom flicked the book for a moment, then raised his head to look at Draco, "I thought we had reached a consensus—" Tom was smiling, but Draco felt chills all over when he looked at that smile, that gaze There is a kind of incomprehensible madness in it. "—Muggles are just people of low blood, they can't do magic, they're useless, I thought you thought so too, Draco."

Sure enough, it was impossible to change some of Tom's views. He still hated Muggles very much. Draco seemed to be able to imagine an ugly man with a snake-like face in the future, pointing at groups of Muggles with his wand crazily. and kill them.

Draco took a deep breath, pushing some emotions away.He glanced at Tom lazily, and didn't intend to continue the conversation. He was afraid that the more he knew, the more he would lose his determination to stay by Tom's side. "Good night, Tom."

"...good night, Draco."

Early the next morning, the four of Draco entered the restaurant together. At the long table in Slytherin, Draco saw Abraxas sitting where he usually sat, and beside Abraxas, It was his friend Harman Knott.

At the long table of Slytherin, everyone seems to have adjusted their positions, and they are not sitting separately according to grades.Draco raised his eyebrows, the Slytherins now seemed to sit together with the old pure-blood families just like when he was in school.

Seeing the four of Draco approaching, Abraxas licked the corners of his mouth at them, and then said with an aria: "The first few months of school have passed, you can sit as you please, you don't need to continue pressing Seats are divided into grades."

After finishing speaking, Abraxas turned his attention to Tom and Draco, "Tom?"

"Of course, Abraxas." Tom smiled, pulling Draco to sit next to Abraxas, while Devlin and Kassim took the vacant seats opposite them.

Draco's current position happened to be his favorite position in the past, because when he looked up, he could see the silly face of the scarhead savior, and the stupid way of red-haired Weasley stuffing his mouth.

But now, Draco raised his eyebrows, wondering if there was some curse in this position, because every time he sat here, he could see Gryffindor's deadly enemy.Now, looking up, he could see Leslie on the Gryffindor table, staring at Draco.

Showing a toothache smirk at Leslie, Draco concentrated on his breakfast.

During breakfast, Abraxas had been whispering to Tom, and Draco hadn't bothered to catch everything. They were talking about going to Malfoy Manor at Christmas, which Tom had apparently agreed to. Malfoy Manor made Abraxas happy.

Draco bowed his head while eating breakfast, while listening to the two about their Christmas holiday arrangements.Then, he felt Abraxas set his sights on himself.

"What do you think, Draco?"

Draco paused, and suddenly felt like being caught by an elder overheard.Despite this, Draco said lazily without changing his face: "Of course, I am looking forward to spending Christmas at Malfoy Manor. I think it must be very interesting to spend Christmas in an old pure-blood family."

I just don't know what expression my great-grandfather will show when he sees him.Draco muttered inwardly.