Dark Lord, please let go

Draco entered the medical room again, and he was pulled by Tom and pressed on the bed in the medical room.

"Your face looks like a ghost, damn it." Kasim yelled loudly as soon as he entered the medical room, "Madame Pomfrey, come and help Draco, he's really terrible."

Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, rushed out of her office, and when she saw Draco's face clearly, her expression could be described as angry. "What did you do again this time?"

"Just class, oh, Defense Against the Dark Arts, a Boggart, ma'am." Devlin replied tremblingly, frightened by Madam Pomfrey.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, oh, I knew it. When Professor Mellors applied for Boggarts, I reminded you that you are only in the second grade. Why do you need to learn how to deal with Boggarts? You should contact them in the fourth grade."

Madam Pomfrey was terribly annoyed by this matter, and after a while of anger, she took out a bunch of bottles and jars and put them in front of Draco, "Drink them up, Mr. Malfoy."

Although Draco was terribly frightened, he had already come to his senses. He looked at the three bottles of potions in front of him and frowned, "Madam, maybe it doesn't take so much, I was just a little frightened."

"Of course you need to, I'm sure, drink them up quickly, or you'll never leave the infirmary."

Draco had no doubts about Madam Pomfrey's words. After 60 years, even Dumbledore would not dare to refute Madam Pomfrey's anger.

Frowning, he swallowed all three bottles of strange-tasting potions, Draco retched twice, the taste was so weird, he would rather eat the rotten Bibi multi-flavored beans than these potions.

"You have to rest here until your face doesn't look so scary, Mr. Malfoy." After Madam Pomfrey finished speaking, she asked Tom and the three to take care of him before leaving.

"I'm not that bad, don't look at me like I'm dying." Draco rolled his eyes at the three of Tom.

After drinking the potion, he felt much better, his body was warm, but he was still lazy and unwilling to move.

"Draco, your face was like a ghost just now, what's wrong with you?" Kasim frowned and looked at Draco, but his face couldn't hide his worry.

"Don't ask, I have nothing to do."

Draco shivered again. He wasn't scared to death by the Dark Lord's presence, not even when the Dark Lord lived in Malfoy Manor.What he was afraid of was that things would not change, that Tom would still be that crazy person, and that his father would still end up dead in Azkaban.He didn't want the ending to repeat itself, he didn't have the courage to face that.

Tom looked uncertainly at Draco lying on the bed, his expression changed, and finally he could only push Kassim and Devlin, "Go back first, I will accompany Draco."

"But..." Devlin looked at Draco worriedly again, obviously worried that Tom looked at Draco alone, but after he was poked hard by Kasim beside him, he let go and said : "Do you really not need us to accompany you?"

"It's okay, you guys go back, it's not time for Defense Against the Dark Arts get out of class yet."

After Devlin was reluctantly dragged away by Kassim, Tom sat beside Draco's bed. He held Draco's hand, the palm was still sticky and sweating, just now Kassim Tom's question obviously touched on the last thing Draco wanted to recall.

"If you want to talk, I'll listen. If you don't want to talk, then close your eyes and sleep for a while."

Draco really wanted to tell old Malfoy all the damn thing, and let old Malfoy figure it out and make his own decisions, but the damn thing was that he couldn't say it at all, it wouldn't work.And now, Draco even wanted to give up on himself and tell Tom what happened in the future, hell, why should he bear these things, he is not the savior of Scarhead, he needs to save the magic world, he has no such obligation at all.

"That's my dad, I think you should be able to recognize him, I look a lot like him." Draco smirked, he knew he couldn't tell everything, but he really wanted to say something, Even if it was an insignificant matter, he was going to be driven crazy by these secrets.

"As you just saw, he died. After my father died, my mother was very sad, and her health became worse and worse, and finally passed away."

Similar to what Tom guessed, that man was Draco's father, but who was the snake-faced wizard after that? If the Boggart changed for the first time because Draco was afraid of his father's death, then the second Who was the one person that Draco terrified from the bottom of his heart?And that person, why does he have a familiar feeling.

"Who is the second person?" Tom narrowed his eyes, staring at Draco from pale to full of fear. For a moment, Tom couldn't bear it, but there was a voice in his heart that kept reminding him that this matter was very important. , must let Draco speak out, if he misses this opportunity, I am afraid he will never know the news of that wizard from Draco again.

Ignoring Draco's fear, Tom tempted him to speak, "That snake-faced wizard, are you afraid of him? But you have lived with me since you were a child, why haven't I seen him? Or did he appear when you were admitted to the orphanage?" Before?"

Draco avoided Tom's probing eyes in panic, and when Tom spoke, Draco thought he knew something, which made him shudder.But after Tom finished asking all the questions, Draco realized that Tom didn't know anything, and he was relieved. "No one, just a crazy dark wizard who indirectly killed my father."

After speaking feebly, Draco refused to speak, and his whole body shrank into the quilt, only his platinum-blond head was exposed outside the quilt.No one continued to speak, Tom sat quietly by the bed, watching Draco close his eyes and gradually fall asleep.

Tom knew that Draco didn't want to mention that person, so he didn't continue to ask, but he didn't give up. If he guessed correctly, it should be a dark wizard. Tom firmly believed that he would find something, and he even had a strange I feel that the black wizard has a very big connection with me.

When Draco was awakened by the voice, he realized that there were some more people in the medical room, standing by his bed in a mess.

Adelaide Shafek, the first-year girl who liked him a lot, was lying on his bed wiping tears, and a Slytherin girl was coaxing her, and Draco felt his head hurt again.

"Oh, Draco, you're awake, how are you feeling, do you want to see Madam Pomfrey?" Big tears streamed from Shafik's eyes, and she looked worried.

Looking at the sobbing Shafik, Draco had the illusion that he was about to die.

"Oh, hell, don't make noise." Draco got up on the bed and rubbed his forehead. He now wanted to cast a curse on Tom who was standing by watching the show. Why could Tom watch Hafek lying on his back Crying in bed, damn it.

Xia Feike quickly helped Draco up, she looked at Draco's slightly pale face, and for some reason began to cry again. "You look awful, damn Boggart."

Very well, the corner of Draco's mouth twitched, it seems that everyone knew that he was frightened by a Boggart in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and was admitted to the medical room, oh, his famous name.

When Draco struggled with how to explain, he was caught by Shafik, who hugged Draco's waist and whimpered non-stop, as if Draco had some terminal illness.

Violent emotions flashed in Tom's obsidian eyes, but he still pulled Shafik out of Draco's arms extremely gently, "Miss Xiafik, I have to remind you that Draco is still sick."

While Tom was holding Shafik, Draco finally had time to see the people standing by his bed, his grandfather Abraxas and his friend Harman Knott, Walburga and her brother Alphad, as well as Qasim and Devlin.

This is really... wonderful.

So many people didn't even know to stop Xia Feike, and they all watched the fun from the sidelines.

Maybe it was because Draco's eyes were too angry, Abraxas finally said slowly: "My dear brother, when I heard that you were scared into the medical room by a Boggart, I wished I could come over immediately ——" Abraxas paused for a moment, and lifted the corners of his mouth mockingly, "—look at your pale expression."

Draco was very guilty at the moment, of course he couldn't explain the reason, so he could only look at Abraxas angrily.

"What do you want me to do Draco? Write a letter to your dear uncle my father?"

Draco's face finally changed, he was almost ashamed, "Oh, no, Abraxas."

Think about how old Malfoy would feel after receiving the letter. Not only did his great-grandson be a house-elf for three years, but he was also scared into the infirmary by a Boggart!Hell, his impression with old Malfoy had been bad enough, there was no need to add more.

"Well, since you refuse—" Abraxas looked disappointed, he seemed genuinely interested in writing to Mr. Malfoy about it, "—no matter what that Boggart has become Something that makes you tremble and collapse in fear, get over it, and don't forget you're a Malfoy."

Draco was even more annoyed because he heard the laughter of people around him, although it was not malicious.Draco especially wanted to refute that Abraxas himself hadn't collapsed to the ground, but the remaining rationality stopped him in time.

"Okay, I think I can do it."

When Abraxas finally finished his speech as the elder brother, Draco's friends kindly surrounded Draco to express their concern, and described with emotion how Leslie of Gryffindor told him Draco was scared by the Boggart.

Draco suddenly realized that these friends of his were definitely here to watch the fun, "Oh, hell, don't let me know about this."

He wished a Time-Turner would change all that, and to hell with the Boggarts!

The author has something to say: please notify me if there are bugs, and I will modify them in time.

ps: Tom won't guess on himself all at once, well, he has to think about it.

I can’t double update today _(:з」∠)_ Sure enough, double is a laborious task.