Dark Lord, please let go

Draco turned to look at the wall, there was a portrait hanging there, Draco didn't know who this was from the Malfoy family, but he must have a close relationship with the Malfoy family, otherwise the portrait would not have been hung in the Malfoy Manor.It's just that he didn't see this painting in the later Malfoy Manor.

He raised his chin arrogantly, looked at the white-bearded old man who could only move around in the painting, and said slowly, "Do you know where the library is? I think..."

"Oh——" The old man frowned in the portrait, drawing an unbearably long voice, "You are a Malfoy kid, there is no doubt about it."

Draco couldn't help rolling his eyes, what the old man said made people sneer. "I want to know where is the library?" He emphasized again.

The old man heard Draco's words and just looked down at him, "Son, you missed two words."

"..." Draco gritted his teeth, and added with an insincere expression, "Thank you."

"Well, although I don't understand why you can't even remember where the library is, it's a very good habit to like to enrich your knowledge, great." Laco heard the answer he wanted to know.

Draco had an illusion, he felt that the old man in front of him was the old version of Devlin, and the rambling feeling was exactly the same.He gritted his teeth again, thinking to himself that when he left Malfoy Manor he would see a doctor to look at his poor teeth. "Sir, I would like to know where the library is, thank you."

"Okay, okay, I'm still impatient, you don't look much like your brother Abraxas." The old man muttered a few words in a low voice, and then replied with no energy, "Go straight ahead, turn left at the fifth The door, if you can’t find it, you can come back to me, and I will help you lead the way.”

When the old man said this, he yawned, "I'm going to sleep, you can come to me if you need anything, I just like a kid like you..."

Draco felt his temples throbbing, damn it, it was his grandfather, not his brother!He took a deep breath, reminding himself that this was Malfoy Manor, and that he was a guest now, and he couldn't get angry at will.

After completing the psychological construction, Draco followed the old man's instructions to move forward.

It seemed that his father did not change the library room after he took over the Malfoy Manor. At least, the room that the nagging old man said was exactly the same as the one he remembered.

Standing at the door of the library, Draco hesitated, then knocked on the door.

It happened to be Abraxas who opened the door. He was taken aback when he saw Draco at the door, obviously he didn't expect Draco to come to the library. "Oh, it was Draco, Tom told me you were resting in the room."

"Yes." Draco nodded, walked into the library and glanced at Tom who was sitting on the sofa reading a book, and then turned his gaze back to Abraxas, "I wanted to take a break, but Later, I found that I couldn't fall asleep, so I came out to find you, are you...reading?" Draco raised his eyebrows and asked cryptically.

"As you can see, Draco, we are looking for some information." Tom put the thick book in his hand on his knees, "Abraxas, Draco and I lived together in the orphanage, some Things, he knows better than me."

After hearing Tom's words, Abraxas' expression froze for a moment, "I thought you were just friends, but I didn't expect you to be so close." He narrowed his gray-blue eyes and stared at Draco intently, "So That you already knew Tom was a descendant of Slytherin? And yet you told him nothing, and kept him from everyone in Slytherin, that he was the heir of the great Salazar Slytherin?"

Oh look what my own grandfather was saying?Merlin's stinky socks, God knows how much he'd worked so that the Malfoys would not be unlucky, leaving himself and a bunch of crazy house-elves.Well, although he didn't make any progress at Hogwarts, he was a house-elf in the orphanage for three years in order to keep an eye on Tom.

And now, his grandfather complained that he didn't tell the future Dark Lord that he was the heir of Slytherin in the first place?

Draco couldn't take his anger out on his grandfather Abraxas, so he turned his head and stared at Tom Riddle, and said coldly: "That's what you told Abraxas? Why didn't you say that, You broke my... er, my father's wand the first time we met? Then you threatened me with a damn snake!"

Tom looked at Draco calmly, sized him up with an unfathomable expression, and then shrugged easily, "I thought you didn't care."

"What?" Draco's voice raised unconsciously.

Tom was still smiling, but the obsidian eyes looked at Draco and made Draco shiver. "You made up with me the next day, didn't you, Draco, I thought you didn't care about that wand."

When Draco was about to continue arguing with Tom, he was interrupted by Abraxas, who rubbed his headache and said, "Hey, gentlemen, you are here to spend Christmas at Malfoy Manor, don't Scratching necks like uneducated Gryffindors. Also, why do you only care about the bloody broken wand?"

Tom raised his eyebrows, without saying a word, just set his eyes on Draco, obviously, it was Draco who started the conversation.

Draco gave Tom an exasperated look, and finally had to divert his attention by looking at the rows of bookcases.You know he's about to explode right now, and if that wand hadn't broken, he wouldn't have lived like a house-elf for three years in the orphanage.

"Okay, okay, calm down." Abraxas clapped his hands helplessly, and ordered the house elf to bring some food over.

He pulled Draco who was still stubbornly standing near the bookcase, and after letting him sit on the comfortable sofa, he also sat down. "Now, the three of us need to talk."

talk about what?Draco looked at Abraxas suspiciously, he didn't want to join the ranks of the Dark Lord's future followers, that would undoubtedly be the stupidest act of suicide.And now, he'd better get Abraxas to dispel this stupid idea.

Tom on the other side looked at Draco's expression from the corner of his eye while flipping through the book, "Abraxas, I advise you to give up, I have been asking for four years, Draco's mouth is tightly shut, Never revealing a word more."

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Riddle." Draco said mockingly.

Abraxas rolled his eyes, why did he feel that the two had a very good relationship when they were at Hogwarts? "Come on, gentlemen," he said disapprovingly, "Draco, please remember that you are a Malfoy."

Hearing what Abraxas said, Draco's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt that Abraxas seemed to know something. "What do you mean?"

"Literally, Draco." Abraxas raised his chin arrogantly, "I know you're a Malfoy, Draco." His tone was flat, as if he had already taken matters into his own hands. "I checked the information of Slytherin students 20 years ago, but unfortunately your parents are not among them—" Of course not, if conditions permit, you should check 20 years later.Draco couldn't help but slander in his heart. "—but you're a pureblood, that's pretty obvious, whether it's the Sorting Hat's immediate placement into Slytherin, or your usual mannerisms, you can't deny that, Draco, and your surname is Malfoy .” Abraxas smiled appropriately, making himself look sincere, “So, you are my younger brother, right?”

Hearing what Abraxas said, Draco spit out all the tea in his mouth very impolitely, and gave it to Tom who was sitting opposite him.

"Evil..." Tom let out a disgusted low sigh, and then wiped all the tea off his face with his sleeve. "Draco, what's wrong with you? Shut your mouth!"

But Draco couldn't close it at all, he had a frightened expression on his face, it wasn't a fake, he was really frightened by Abraxas' words. "Oh, Merlin, Abraxas, where did you get this funny conclusion?"

"Don't deny Draco." Abraxas was not affected by Draco at all, with a confident expression, "Your surname is Malfoy, you can't fake it, Hogwarts' magic quill will not I was fooled. You have the standard appearance of the Malfoy family, and my father is the head of the Malfoy family. According to your age, he should be my younger brother." Speaking of this, Abraxas paused reluctantly, with an expression on his face. Unnatural, "You can't be my uncle, can you?"

"Merlin! Abraxas, can you be any more stupid?" Draco said sharply.He stood up from the sofa and kept walking back and forth in the library. He felt that either he was crazy or Abraxas was crazy. Why did his grandfather insist on recognizing him as his younger brother? What was wrong with him!

Seeing Draco's reaction, Abraxas looked at Tom, who seemed to have nothing to do with him, as if asking for help, "Oh, Tom, don't stay out of it, don't forget that we came to this conclusion together."

Tom smirked without sincerity, "Of course it came out together, but I didn't guarantee that it was correct, did I?" After finishing speaking, Tom ignored Abraxas' glaring, turned his head to look at it, and kept pacing Draco said, "If you don't want us to continue to misunderstand, maybe you can generously explain it to us?"

"Maybe I don't want to." Draco muttered dissatisfied.

Why did things become like this?Draco struggled inwardly.

It's not really a good start to the new year.