Dark Lord, please let go

Draco's appearance didn't last long, he had been taking aging agents for a while, and after he finished his first cup of ice cream, Draco returned to his 12-year-old appearance in front of Tom, The large robe on his body was hanging on his shoulders, and it kept sliding down.

"...Oh, what the hell!" Draco muttered, pulled out his wand from his robe, and pointed the tip of the wand at the robe on his body, trying to cast a shrinking spell.

But he was soon stopped by Tom.

"Draco, do you want to be warned by the Ministry of Magic?" Tom squinted at Draco, and then watched with satisfaction as Draco stuffed his wand into his pocket again.

Draco pursed his lips and tugged on the robe that was about to slip off his body, with annoyance on his face, "This damn robe." His complaining mutter made Tom chuckle beside him.

"What are you waiting for, Mr. Riddle! Merlin, help me shrink it, I've had enough." Draco tried to stand up, but almost tripped over the robe that was dragging to the ground, but Tom helped him in time. stopped him.Draco glared impatiently at Tom, "Your second-hand wand, Mr. Riddle, if you don't want to use it, I think I'd be happy to get it back."

"Don't think about it, Draco." Tom lazily refused Draco, but he still kindly pulled out the second-hand wand and waved it, changing Draco's robe to a suitable size. "At times like this, the second-hand wand is really easy to use." Tom put the second-hand wand into his pocket again as if he didn't hear Draco's dissatisfied nasal voice.

Draco rolled his eyes not very gracefully, "Now that I've recovered, I think, I need to say goodbye now and send Abraxas's beautiful potion back to Malfoy Manor."

It's just that Tom didn't look at Draco, but stared at a certain place in Diagon Alley very seriously.

Dissatisfied with being ignored by Tom, Draco turned his head viciously following Tom's gaze, and said mockingly: "What are you looking at, Mr. Riddle, I think you are talking to me right now."

"That man doesn't look like an Englishman." Tom frowned, looking at a hooded wizard outside Gringotts.

Draco sneered as if hearing a funny joke, "Mr. Riddle, how did you tell that this is a foreigner from a man with a hood?" Although he said so, Draco I also feel puzzled.This is Diagon Alley, not Knockturn Alley, and there's no need to wear a hood, it just draws more attention.

The goblin of Gringotts is flatteringly sending the wizard out, even watching him leave.

Tom stood up abruptly, walked a few steps in the direction the wizard left, and then casually said to Draco as if remembering something, "Since you're going back to Malfoy Manor, let's take our leave."

Draco felt offended that Tom had thrown him away because of a strange wizard.He gritted his teeth, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "What's wrong with you, Tom, that's just an insignificant stranger."

"You're a 'kid' now, Draco, so don't wander around Diagon Alley alone, go back to Malfoy Manor." Tom pulled the sleeve out of Draco's hand, and said in a slightly commanding tone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you don't want to get rid of me." Draco rolled his eyes angrily, and quickly followed behind Tom.Even though his footsteps could not keep up with the 20-year-old Tom's speed, Draco had no intention of leaving.Who knew what this dangerous guy was up to, Draco figured he'd better stay behind Tom.

"You have to do this, Draco?" Tom stopped abruptly, turned around, and then he saw that Draco didn't react in time, and crashed directly into his arms.

As if hitting a rock, Draco rubbed his nose painfully, holding back physical tears. He felt that if he was faster, he could go to St. Mungo's to have his nose checked now.

"..." Tom pursed his lips, stared at Draco's face strangely for a long while, and then said bluntly, "Are you crying, Draco, because I wasn't with you?"

"No, it was my physical tears, not the damn reason you imagined." Draco especially hated his current height, he was originally shorter than Tom of the same age, but now, facing the 20-year-old Tom, he You can only hold your head high, otherwise you can only see Tom's waist.

Hearing Draco's words, Tom seemed relieved, and when he turned his head again, he found that the wizard with strange behavior had disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.

"Well, you beat Draco."

Tom looked a little annoyed, and he roughly grabbed Draco's hand, pulling him in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron like he was leading his own child. "Since you don't want to go back to Malfoy Manor, you must be willing to settle dinner with me."

Draco struggled and found that there was no way he could pull his arm out of Tom's grip other than making his skin burn and hurt even more.He glared at Tom who was walking in front, and cursed inwardly, such a Tom Riddle should really show everyone in Hogwarts that there are no humble straight-A students.

Draco finally, at Tom's insistence, went with him to the Leaky Cauldron to settle their dinner.But in fact, Draco didn't enjoy dinner. Looking at the young wizards staring at Tom secretly, Draco felt all sorts of off-putting.Although Draco felt that the future Dark Lord was cruel and crazy, and even looked different from his aesthetics, he couldn't deny that the handsome Tom in his 20s was enviable.If Tom doesn't turn into the inhuman and ghost look that he later became, then none of these witches can match Tom.

Tom also noticed that Draco was not in high spirits, but Tom mistook Draco for being mad at him for forcing him to stay for dinner.So after dinner, when Draco was about to say goodbye to Tom, Tom hesitantly stretched out his hand amid Draco's annoyed glaring, hugged Draco into his arms, and even patted Draco comfortingly. Laco's back.

"Merlin, Tom Riddle, what are you doing? I'm not a kid!" Draco's voice became sharp.

Tom, who was still hesitant, laughed lightly, and suddenly he felt that it was a wise decision to give Draco a hug, "Oh, of course you are not a kid, but you are having trouble with me, aren't you?"

Tom bent down, trying to line his eyes with Draco's, but he failed, he was a bit too tall for Draco, who was only 12 years old.

"Look, you don't have a second-hand wand now, and the effect of the aging agent is gone, of course I don't want you to take risks with me." Tom ignored Draco's bored expression and continued to explain: "What do you want to know, actually You can ask me directly, you don’t have to follow me to find out. Oh, of course, I don’t necessarily tell you.”

As Tom expected, he got a blank stare from Draco.

Couldn't help chuckling again, Tom curled his lips and touched Draco's forehead, "Then you should go back to Malfoy Manor now, or Mr. Malfoy will be worried. Goodbye, Draco. "

Draco opened his mouth, but no sound came out.Oh hell!What did Tom do just now?He actually kissed his forehead?Draco hadn't been treated to a forehead kiss since he went to school, and now, he was being molested by a kid more than ten years younger than himself?Especially when I have a crush on this child...

The important thing is that it is not yourself who takes the initiative.It felt more restless than seeing the Scarhead Savior win a Quidditch match.

Saying goodbye to Tom, Draco finally returned to Malfoy Manor smoothly.

In the manor, neither Abraxas nor Mrs. Malfoy were to be seen. Only Old Malfoy was sitting on the sofa watching the Daily Prophet.

"Good evening, uncle." Draco said hello to old Malfoy with a stiff expression.

"Good evening, Draco—" Old Malfoy glanced lazily at Draco, and at the same time put the newspaper in his hand on the coffee table. He glanced at Draco's robes, as if confirming something . "Come with me to the study, Draco."

This was the second time Draco entered old Malfoy's study, the first time was to test the blood magic, and this time, Draco had a hunch that nothing good would happen.

Old Malfoy sat comfortably on the chair behind the desk, looking at Draco sitting in front of the desk with interest. "I was told this afternoon that I bought a black magic book about time in Borginbock's magic shop. What makes me strange is that I, as the person involved, didn't know about it—" Old Malfoy dragged With a long voice, the corners of his lips curled up mockingly, "What do you think, Draco."

This damn premonition came true.Draco's face changed and changed, subconsciously trying to push the matter to Abraxas, "Oh, uncle, I don't know, I've been with Tom this afternoon—" He paused, then added "Let's have ice cream together, maybe you can ask Abraxas."

Old Malfoy narrowed his gray-blue eyes like Draco's, and snorted coldly, "I have to remind you, Draco, that Abraxas has been with his mother all afternoon, staying in Malfoy. Manor of Fort." Old Malfoy caressed the ring on his finger, and raised his chin arrogantly, "Why do you need a black magic book about time, Draco?"

Seeing that things were revealed, Draco began to look around and talk about him. "Oh, I'm sorry, Uncle, I went to Knockturn Alley just because I wanted to find some information. Recently, I am particularly interested in the magic of time. You know, I especially like reading books at Hogwarts."

Old Malfoy smiled tolerantly, and said with an unbearable aria: "You proved to me once again that you are a qualified Slytherin, Draco—" He was hypocritical at Draco With a smirk, Draco suddenly said something that made Draco's heart skip a beat, "Maybe you can tell me when you came here, in the past... or in the future?"

"...What?" Draco's pupils contracted quickly, he stood up from the chair unconsciously, his eyes fixed on old Malfoy, he couldn't figure out what went wrong, showing flawed. "Uncle, are you kidding me?"

Old Malfoy just raised his eyebrows, "I'm sure you're a Malfoy, blood magic proves it, but the problem comes accordingly." Old Malfoy stood up, staring into Draco's eyes condescendingly, He said word by word: "There is only one child of the Malfoy family, Abraxas, and I don't have any brothers or sisters. You should not exist, Draco. And you, obviously, are clearly aware of this. Because of the black magic book of time that you bought."

Old Malfoy didn't expect any response from Draco, he continued: "A person who doesn't exist, who is particularly obsessed with the magic of time, so what's your explanation, Draco?"

"What do you want to know?" Draco asked nervously.

"Are you from—" Old Malfoy's expression hesitated, as if he was struggling with something, and finally asked the question, "Are you from the future?"

Draco looked terrified, he swallowed nervously, struggling in his heart, should he tell the whole thing now.Maybe, I don't have to worry so much about keeping Malfoy's house away from Tom Riddle.He didn't want to say it before because he was afraid that no one would believe him, but now it's different. Old Malfoy has obviously guessed that Draco doesn't belong to this time. Can he tell everything?For my own father and mother, but what will Tom do...

After a brief silence, Draco nodded lightly. If old Malfoy hadn't been paying attention to Draco's expression, he would have missed this movement that was hard to discern with the naked eye.

After getting an affirmative answer, old Malfoy was unexpectedly silent, and the study immediately fell silent.

Draco looked at old Malfoy nervously, wondering if he could accept the answer.