Dark Lord, please let go

"If you don't want to..." Tom sat leisurely on the sofa, looking at Draco without any haste, "I'm afraid we will have even weirder conjectures."

"..." Draco sat back on the sofa in frustration, he really didn't want to be his grandfather's younger brother, or uncle.Draco complained angrily: "You only need to care about Tom's life experience, why do you have to involve me?"

Abraxas smiled on the side, without the embarrassment just now, "Who called you a Malfoy? You can't deny this, even if you are not my brother, or uncle, anyway, I can't watch the children of the Malfoy family wandering away .”

Yes, Malfoy cares most about his family.

"Maybe I drank the Polyjuice Potion." Draco muttered dissatisfiedly, but no one believed him, the Hogwarts quill was not a decoration.

Tom finally put the book in his hands on the coffee table, he looked at Draco who was showing an 'I'm upset' expression with interest, "Anyway, things are already like this—" Under Draco's puzzled gaze , Tom continued to explain: "Abraxas has already identified you as a child of the Malfoy family, and I am afraid that the students of Slytherin also think so, so what else do you need to hide?"

Of course he needs it. How would he explain his origin?And parents who won't be born more than ten years later?Do you want to say to your grandfather: 'I am your grandson, I came from 1999.How is the Malfoy family, you ask?Oh, nothing, it's just broken, and the reason is because you got mixed up with Tom Riddle. '

How could he say that?

"I admit that I am a Malfoy, oh, of course you all know this." Draco showed a toothache smirk, and continued to make up nonsense, "As for who my parents are, I I wasn't very impressed, I was young then, and apart from knowing that they were pure-blooded and students of Slytherin, I didn't know much more than you."

Tom and Abraxas obviously didn't believe it, but Tom remembered clearly that Draco didn't look like a child who had just lost his parents when he first appeared in front of him.

But they didn't intend to get to the bottom of it, at least Draco had admitted his identity.

Abraxas stood up from the sofa, quickly walked in front of Draco, and hugged Draco who was still sitting on the sofa, "Then welcome back to Malfoy Manor, Draco."

After finishing speaking, Abraxas let go of his hand when Draco recovered and was about to struggle, "I have to tell my parents, oh, they must be very happy, my mother always wanted me to have a younger brother. And your guardianship Draco—” Abraxas looked at Draco seriously, “You are not an orphan, we are all your relatives Draco. But I am afraid that Father will do some magic tests on you, Oh, don't worry, it's just a little blood magic."

Draco pouted, of course he didn't believe that Malfoy recognized a relative so easily, at least he had to use blood magic to confirm whether he was a child of the Malfoy family, but he was not worried about this Draco at all.

Seeing Abraxas' brotherly affectionate look, Tom didn't know why he felt uncomfortable, as if his things had been snatched away.He frowned, and interrupted Abraxas's words in a bad tone. "Now that the matter has been resolved, Draco, what are your plans for the future?"

Draco never thought that he could return to Malfoy Manor, after all, the way he appeared was too weird, but no matter what the result was, Draco would never forget his only purpose now.

"The two of us are glued together by the permanent glue spell, if you mean this." Draco smiled smugly, "Tom, I feel very sorry that I have to continue to endure your embarrassment in the future." Nasty pets. Oh, and I'd appreciate it if you could get them out."

"Don't even think about it, Draco." Tom's mood was improving, and he threw the book on the table directly into Draco's arms, "Then Draco, I don't think you would mind looking it up for me. Chagant's information."

Rolling his eyes angrily, Draco put the thick book back on the coffee table. "Mr. Riddle, it's meaningless for you to search like this. At least we don't know if there is still an heir to the Gaunt family. Oh, at least there is no one named Gaunt among the students at Hogwarts, no matter what grade it is. "

Draco looked at Tom maliciously, and decided to trip him up a bit, at least he couldn't keep Abraxas away from Tom now, so he could only think of other tricks. "Maybe there is no one in the Gaunt family anymore, otherwise there will be no news at all. After all, he is also a descendant of Slytherin, a noble existence."

Hearing Draco's words, both Tom and Abraxas frowned at the same time. Although Tom's identity had been confirmed, they still wanted to find out more clearly, but Draco's words undoubtedly poured cold water on them. A lot of children were wiped out.

"Draco is right." Abraxas frowned while looking at Tom and said, "Maybe we don't need to be so anxious. Anyway, there is plenty of time. Let's spend a good Christmas first."

Speaking of Christmas, Abraxas suddenly looked up at Draco and Tom, raised his eyebrows and said, "Tomorrow there will be children from other pure-blood families visiting Malfoy Manor, all of whom are students of Slytherin. Tom and Tom They are very familiar, and I think Draco will have a good time with them."

Draco made a frightened expression, and smirked at Abraxas, "Forget it, Abraxas, I still remember the Slytherin students gloating after getting ten points deducted on the first day." The expression is impressive."

Different from Draco's taunt, Tom looked at Abraxas calmly, "Who is coming to Malfoy Manor tomorrow?"

"It's Walburga Black and Herbert Avery. They heard you were a guest at Malfoy Manor, so they're coming to visit."

Hearing Abraxas' answer, Draco understood, this name is too familiar, a pure-blood family with the surname of Death Eaters, is this a big gathering of the former Death Eaters?How he wished there were no Malfoys at this party.

Putting all the books on the coffee table back on the bookcase in order, Abraxas began to lead Tom and Draco around Malfoy Manor.

Although Draco was quite familiar with Malfoy Manor, he still put on an expression of interest, and followed Tom and Abraxas, watching Abraxas pointing to the portrait hanging on the wall in the foyer. Introducing, watching him introduce the magical trinkets he has piled up in his bedroom.

Finally, in the living room, the three met old Malfoy who had just returned to the manor. Mrs. Malfoy was also in the living room, and she seemed to be discussing something with her husband.

"Father, you are back."

Old Malfoy nodded reservedly, and set his eyes on Tom and Draco. "Abraxas, are your children having a good time at the manor?"

Draco and Tom looked at each other and nodded in agreement.Tom smiled and thanked the old Malfoy, "Thank you very much for the hospitality of Malfoy's family."

Old Malfoy raised his chin, his gray-blue eyes fixed on Tom, "Since you are friends of Abraxas, you are welcome at Malfoy Manor." He paused for a moment before turning his eyes to Abraxas. On Laxus, his son was looking at him anxiously, as if he had something important to say. "Then, go play, you are only in first grade now."

Draco and Tom said goodbye to the Malfoy couple knowingly, but Abraxas looked at Draco reassuringly before leaving.

After leaving the living room, Draco asked, "Abraxas wants to tell Mr. Malfoy about me?"

"Without a doubt, Draco." Tom shrugged and headed back to their living room.

"Oh, this is too bad. What would old Malfoy think? A brat who wants to sneak into Malfoy Manor and love vanity?" Draco nestled on the sofa, complaining dissatisfied.

He didn't forget the disgusted expression on the old Malfoy's face when he first met him.

Hearing Draco's complaints, Tom chuckled, "Mr. Malfoy wouldn't think so. He just didn't know about your background before. Now he will be very happy to know that you are a child of the Malfoy family."

"I hope so." Draco rolled his eyes and muttered.

Then he heard a snap in the living room, and Radha, the house-elf, appeared in front of them.Radha bent over, holding a bag in his hand, "Dear sir, here are the ingredients for the potion you asked for, and Radha has completed the task of sir."

"What kind of potion material is this?" Tom asked after seeing Draco take the pocket in Radha's hand and check it carefully several times. "I thought you didn't want to make potions during the holidays."

Draco was very satisfied with the potion ingredients Radha bought, the quality was very good.

"This is your Christmas present, Tom." Draco raised his hand holding the bag, "I'm going to make some potions for you at Christmas, you know, I'm very good at this."

"That's why you read the potions book the day before your holiday?" Tom raised his eyebrows and looked at Draco with a smile, "I thought you were fascinated by potions."

"Come on Tom, if you still want your Christmas present, then please shut up, thank you." Draco interrupted Tom bluntly, he was in such an unlucky situation, and it was completely Tom Riddle who said it give.

When making potions, Draco always felt that time passed quickly, but in fact he had already finished three bottles of aging potions.Later, Abraxas appeared in their living room, his expression serious but with a hint of relief.

Abraxas first complained that Draco was still in the mood to brew potions at this time, but he was interrupted mercilessly by Tom after only a few complaints. "Abraxas, should you get straight to the point, or do you want to continue wasting time?"

"Okay, okay." Abraxas shrugged helplessly, "Father wants to see you, Draco, as I said, a little blood magic test."