Dark Lord, please let go

Knockturn Alley is decidedly less enjoyable than Diagon Alley.Narrow alleys, dark tones, movable statues with severed arms and legs, and things in dusty shop windows are always creepy.

There were not many pedestrians on the road, and they all wore hoods to hide their faces.

It was not the first time for Draco to come to Knockturn Alley. He shuttled through the alleys familiarly, and soon reached his destination - Bojinbok Magic Shop.

This is the largest store in Knockdown Alley, which specializes in selling all kinds of dark magic items. Draco has visited this dark magic store many times, and also bought a disappearing cabinet here to help Death Eaters enter Hogwarts.Of course, if he could do it all over again, he would never make such a mistake again, let the Scarhead Savior and the Dark Lord fight on their own, and the Malfoy family would definitely stay out of it.

There are still many dark magic items hanging in the store, there is a hideous mask on the wall, and the blood-stained deck of playing cards is still placed in the old position, but Draco did not see the glory that he could not forget in the store hand.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, it's a pleasure to meet you. May I ask what you need?" Mr. Borgin appeared in front of the counter and said, staring at Draco's platinum-blond hair protruding from the hood.Mr. Bo Jin looks much more energetic now than 60 years later, with a straight waist, but his hair is still greasy and neatly combed.

"Hello, Mr. Bokin." Draco nodded politely, "I need some books about time."

"Books on time?" Mr. Borgin's smile froze, "Mr. Malfoy, I have to say that it is difficult, there are always so few books on time, but you are lucky, there happens to be one in the store. "

Mr. Bokin came out from the counter and rummaged through the dark bookcase beside him.The bookcase seemed to have not been tidied up for a long time, and as Mr. Bojin rummaged through it, all the dust on the cabinet floated out.

Draco frowned and took a few steps back, avoiding the disgusting dust.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Malfoy. You know, no one is usually interested in these books." Mr. Borgin continued to flip through the bookcase until he turned over all the upper layers before he took out a black parchment book.

"Oh, this is the book, about time." Mr. Bokin blew off the dust on the book cover, turned and handed it to Draco.

When Draco took the book, his heart skipped a beat. This book was obviously the one his father put on the desk. He thought it was just an ordinary magic book.After all, in his second year at Hogwarts, Lucius had already sold most of the dark magic items at home to Mr. Borgin.

"Are you satisfied with it? Mr. Malfoy." With a flattering smile, Mr. Bokin watched Draco open the parchment.

Draco stroked the cover and asked casually, "How much should I pay you?"

"Ten Galleons, Mr. Malfoy."

Without hesitation, Draco took out ten Galleons from his pocket and handed them to Mr. Bokin, "I hope no one else knows that I've been here today."

"Of course, you can rest assured Mr. Malfoy."

After Draco left Bojinbok Magic Shop, he showed a bored expression. The shop in Knockturn Alley had not been cleaned for a long time, and it was full of dust, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Using the second-hand wand he just bought, he cast a shrinking spell on the book in his hand, and Draco stuffed the book into his pocket with satisfaction. Now, he only needs to buy the bottle of beauty potion, and wait for the aging potion to come out. The effect disappeared, and he completed all the tasks for today.

Draco turned around and walked towards Diagon Alley, but within a few steps, he collided with a young man wearing a hood at the corner of the alley.

"Sorry." Draco apologized without sincerity, turned around and was about to leave.

But the man was faster, grabbing Draco's arm just before he could turn, causing his hood to fall from his head.

It was a slightly familiar face. The man had a handsome face, a tall and straight body, and those obsidian eyes were overbearing that no one could refuse.

Draco didn't think much about it, this was Knockturn Alley, and if he didn't want to get hurt, he'd better hold his own wand.Thinking of this, Draco quickly pulled out the second-hand wand with his other hand and pointed at the man in front of him: "Sir, I think I have apologized."

The man pursed his lips, and still held Draco's hand.He carefully looked at Draco, who had a 20-year-old appearance, from top to bottom, without missing a single detail. "I think you should explain why you are in Knockturn Alley, Mr. Malfoy."

"...Tom?" The voice was very familiar, it was the voice Draco had heard for several years, but he didn't understand why Tom also appeared in Knockturn Alley, and he looked like he was in his 20s.

While Draco was in a daze, Tom quickly grabbed Draco's second-hand wand, "I have to admit, I am surprised by your IQ, Draco." He let go of Draco's grip hand, squinting at the slightly bent wand, "I don't think you'll be particularly comfortable with this wand, Draco." He smirked as he watched Draco's cheeks puff up. With a blush, "Abraxas would definitely not like you holding a second-hand wand."

After speaking, Tom stuffed the second-hand wand into his pocket under Draco's sight.

"You can't do that Tom!" Draco interrupted Tom sharply, wanting to cast a curse on the guy.

"I think I can." Tom raised his eyebrows and looked at Draco, "Or do you want to explain why you are alone in Knockturn Alley? I think Mr. Malfoy and Abraxas must be interested. "

Draco gritted his teeth secretly, he knew that today he had something in Tom's hands, he couldn't explain why he came to Knockturn Alley, and he still drank the aging potion.Since I can't explain it clearly, it means that my second-hand wand, which has been used for less than two hours, has changed hands. What the hell!

"Why are you here?" Draco asked dissatisfied, taking one last look at his second-hand wand disappearing into Tom's pocket.

Tom shrugged indifferently, grabbed Draco's arm, and led him towards Diagon Alley, while explaining: "I saw you at the door of Lihen Bookstore, and you were putting on your pocketbook at that time. Hat walked into Knockturn Alley."

Speaking of this, Tom paused, and looked at Draco with a half-smile, "If you don't want to be discovered next time, you can drink compound soup, I think that's more suitable for you."

Draco rolled his eyes, who could he blame, his platinum head?

Returning to Diagon Alley, Draco felt unspeakably relieved. Although there was an extra Tom by his side, it still didn't affect his mood.

"Where are you going now?" Tom glanced at Draco, the effect of their aging agent has not disappeared, it is unwise to go back to Lihen Bookstore or Malfoy Manor now.

"Oh, Abraxas asked me to buy a beauty potion for him." Draco said as he pulled out the balled-up parchment from his pocket, which read - Mrs. Primpinell Beauty Potion Shop .

"It's next door to Lihen Bookstore." Tom moved his head closer, and quickly glanced at the cursive characters on the parchment.

"Oh, that's just in time for you to go back to work, Mr. Riddle." Draco narrowed his gray-blue eyes, refusing Tom's company.Originally, he didn't want to come to see Tom when he came to Diagon Alley this time, but the meeting between the two of them is definitely out of Draco's plan.

Tom just smiled at Draco's refusal, "Do you think it's suitable for me to go back to Lihen Bookstore now? I am now 20 years old Draco—" Speaking of this, he glanced at his eyebrows Draco, "You're also 20 now."

"...Okay, but don't think I'll tell you anything." Dracora gave Tom a weary look with a long tone. Anyway, he was always at a disadvantage, and he was used to it.

"I have no doubts about it. Your mouth is always tight."

Mrs. Primpney's Beauty Potion Shop is next door to Lihen Bookstore. It is a shop that specializes in making beauty potions. Draco has never been here before, but his mother Narcissa likes this shop very much.

After purchasing the beauty potion that Abraxas needed from Mrs. Primpinell's beauty potion shop, Draco found that the effect of his aging potion had not disappeared.

He and Tom are now standing on the street of Diagon Alley stupidly.

"I'm going to Florin's Cold Drink Shop to have something to eat, if you have time..." Draco struggled and thought for a while, and finally he could only give up and watch Tom tell his plan.

"Of course, Draco."

The two of them went to Florin's Ice Cream together, Draco digging into a glass of ice cream, feeling particularly stressed by a Tom with an adult face.The person in front of him was 20-year-old Tom, not the 12-year-old boy he was familiar with, nor the snake-faced Dark Lord he remembered.

"Draco, may I think you're obsessed with me?" Tom squinted, exposing Draco's behavior of peeking at himself again.

Draco paused for a moment with his hand scooping up the ice cream, then raised his head with a stiff face, "What's wrong with you? Could it be that Kassim baptized the Imperius Curse? Don't say such stupid things."

"It's your behavior that makes people suspicious, Draco." Tom leaned back comfortably on the chair, looking at the 20-year-old Draco, "I have to say, your appearance is very similar to that of Abraxas. Like, grown-up Abraxas, no wonder he never gave up on finding out about your origins, and decided you were a Malfoy."

That's too bad, I didn't expect to be back at Malfoy Manor.Draco couldn't help but rolled his eyes inwardly.

He didn't hear Draco's answer, and Tom didn't care. He put his chin on one hand and said, "Draco, if you can think of me when you visit Knockturn Alley, I think I will be very happy." Happy."

Draco raised his head and asked with a smirk, "Is that what I understand?"

"of course."

Draco's expression finally looked a little satisfied, he nodded slowly, and raised his chin arrogantly, "Well, if I am interested in visiting Knockturn Alley next time, I think I will ask you to go with me of."