Dark Lord, please let go

Draco Malfoy was frightened into the infirmary by a boggart, and all of Hogwarts knew it after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that made Draco ashamed thing.

"It's not that bad Draco, a Hufflepuff who was in a coma in the infirmary all day because of herbalism." Tom had been comforting Draco since he came out of the infirmary.

But apparently Draco didn't think that was a consolation, oh, he's only being compared to stupid Hufflepuffs now, damn it.

And the slug club at night also disappointed Draco again and again. Draco could name most of the people in the office, most of the Slytherin students with prominent family backgrounds, and a small number of Lavin with excellent academic performance. Crow.

Draco regretted that Professor Slughorn didn't invite the Gryffindor pure-blood family, otherwise the party that night would have been very "pleasant".

For some time afterwards, Draco wished he could cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself before going to class, and those pointing fingers drove him crazy.

What makes Draco even more ashamed is that this matter was quickly known by old Malfoy. Although Abraxas has repeatedly assured that he never said a word to his father, that will not change Draco's acceptance of old Malfoy Facts about condolence letters.

Draco had a premonition before opening the letter, and there was absolutely nothing good to say in the letter, and it turned out that Draco's premonition had once again become a reality.

On the two pages of parchment, old Malfoy mocked this matter without repeating a single adjective, and once again asked Draco to pay attention to being a Malfoy.

This wasn't the first time Draco had been reminded like this by old Malfoy, and he should be thankful that the letter didn't mention anything else that made him feel ashamed.

Draco was very irritated by the Boggart these days, but Tom's Chamber of Secrets had no progress, which made him quite relieved.

"The cellar can be ruled out. We found countless secret passages but none of them lead to the secret room." Tom said in a low voice while flipping through a thick magic book.

He had a disillusionment spell cast on him, and the magic book was floating in the air. Draco could only vaguely see Tom's outline, but he could clearly know that Tom was standing there through the brooch. This feeling was very strange.

"So instead of continuing to search for the secret room, you followed me to the restricted | book area?" Draco rolled his eyes, and continued to search for another book that had something to do with black magic.

"I thought I could help you Draco, but it's a pity that you never tell me what you're looking up." Tom paused as he flipped the book, "Draco, what made you so Don't trust me? I thought there should be no secrets between us."

"Damn Tom, you also have secrets you won't tell me, like those little parties you have with your friends." Draco didn't even bother to look up.

Draco's voice had a hint of coquettishness that no one could detect, Tom chuckled, stood up and sat beside Draco, "Oh, well, I can understand that you are making trouble, Draco?"

"I'm not going to mess with you about Walburga and Avery, don't be silly."

Tom shrugged indifferently, "Oh, look at this, it's really interesting."

He ran his fingertips across the passage described in the book. It was a magic book about alchemy. It actually mentioned that a certain kind of alchemy could make people live forever. Tom looked at the above as if fascinated. Described, until Draco pushed his arm.

"What are you looking at? Oh alchemy, when did you get interested in this?"

"It's interesting, isn't it? Immortality—" Tom stuffed the book in Draco's arms, "Look at this passage?"

Draco rolled his eyes, he's not interested in immortality at all now, he's already lived through his childhood twice, and the second time he was a house-elf for three years, it's absolutely nothing interesting experience.

"Come on Tom, come to think of it, when everyone around you dies and you're left alone, that's the absolute worst thing that can happen."

"You don't need to worry about that Draco, or that whenever we're going to be together, in any way, we won't be alone."

Tom's deep voice was very pleasant in the quiet library, as if it was tempting Draco with some kind of irresistible magic, but such love words between lovers sounded creepy to Draco. Paranoia and madness Draco knew best, he was definitely not kidding when he said something like that, and Draco had no intention of turning into a snake face like the Dark Lord, even if it would make him immortal.

Sensing Draco's silence, Tom thought he was shy, and Tom already knew Draco's awkward character.Pulling Draco into his arms, Tom pointed to him the magic book about alchemy, "Oh, since you don't like immortality, you must be very interested in this passage."

With the light from Tom's wand, Draco read the description in the book clearly.

"Magic items made by alchemy can travel in time. How interesting, oh, but unfortunately, it's only theoretical."

Draco couldn't hear what Tom said. He looked at the description in the book and couldn't believe that this was the answer he had been looking for, but alchemy was not black magic. He could guarantee that his father's ring It was a dark magic item, which had been confirmed by old Malfoy.

Being able to open a tunnel through time with the help of alchemy, does that mean that I can go back again, even without using my father's ring?But for some reason, after reading this book, Draco found that his desire to go back was not so strong.And even if he won't go, as long as Tom doesn't become the Dark Lord, his parents will still be alive, or there will be a lovely child, but will that child still be himself?

Draco was thinking, when Tom suddenly extinguished his wand, and the book in his hand was snatched back by Tom and put back on the bookcase.

"Hush!" came Tom's warning voice.

The door of the library was opened a crack at some point, and there were not too heavy footsteps outside the door. The owner of the footsteps obviously didn't want to be discovered by others.

With a muffled bang, the library door was closed again.

"...Hey, keep your voice down, it would be bad if the professor found out."

"Shut up, your voice is the loudest."

"Damn it, both of you shut up."

Hearing the low voice, Draco raised his eyebrows, one of the three people who came was Leslie from Gryffindor, oh, this is really a narrow road.Neither Draco nor Tom moved, apparently neither of them expected Gryffindor students to come to the Restricted|Book Area, and there were three students at that.

"Are you sure you can find information here? That dark wizard?"

The leader is Draco's deadly enemy, Leslie. Of course, this is just Leslie's own opinion. Up to now, Draco just looks down on this Gryffindor, and sometimes he can't even remember him. The name, to Draco, Leslie was a Gryffindor worse than the red-haired Weasley, that's all.

Apart from Leslie, Draco was familiar with the other two, students of Gryffindor, although Draco couldn't remember their names.

"Of course, you didn't see the way Malfoy was scared to death, oh, that's definitely a dark wizard."

shit?

Draco gritted his teeth, he felt that if he could bear it, he would definitely not be Draco Malfoy.As if he had discovered his intentions, Draco was dragged into his arms by Tom behind him, and even covered his mouth by Tom.

"See what they're looking for." Tom's voice came faintly in his ear, and if he didn't listen carefully, Draco might have missed this sentence.

"But what books should we check? There are too many books in the forbidden|book section."

"Keep your voice down, look up dark wizards, black magic, etc., anyway, it should be related to these." Leslie's voice was very uncertain. If it wasn't for the person Boggart turned into, he would be a black wizard at first glance. I can't even think of the forbidden|book area.

"Honestly, Leslie, why do we have to risk this? That's Malfoy's business."

"Come on, Malfoy is afraid of this, we can find out and scare him."

Draco really wanted to applaud their IQ, what a pursuit it was, to go out at night against school regulations just to find out who he was afraid of.

Seeing those three people holding up their wands and flipping through books in the forbidden|book area without even casting the Disillusionment Charm, Draco felt that he and Tom were too cautious to be so cautious. Look at these three stupid Gryffindors Many, even the sound of flipping the book is not concealed.

"I think it's too dangerous to have them here, should we leave first?" Draco frowned, looking at the three Gryffindors who were seriously flipping through the books, thinking that it was only a matter of time before they were caught.

Unfortunately, before Tom could answer, the library door was pushed open vigorously with a "bang".

"Who's in there?"

It was Professor Dumbledore's voice, and Draco was dragged by Tom to hide in the shadow of the bookshelf.He knew that meeting Gryffindor would never be a good thing, heck, he hadn't read that alchemy book carefully.

"Hide away!"

The three Gryffindors were frightened to death when they heard their head's voice. They hurriedly dropped their books and squatted down, trying to block their shadows with the huge bookcase.

Oh, what a fool!Hearing the sound of books being thrown on the bookshelf, Draco wished he could give them a few curses to wake them up. Since they didn't even have the Disillusionment spell, they should obediently go out and admit their mistakes, why would they hide foolishly.

Dumbledore walked in from outside the library, and he walked directly to the restricted | book area without any hesitation.

"Children, I think you need to explain why you came to the library when you didn't stay in your room after curfew." Dumbledore stood in front of Leslie and looked at him disapprovingly.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Seeing that it was useless to hide, Leslie finally stood up, and two other Gryffindors were found beside the bookshelf not far away.

"Then, go to my office now." Dumbledore pointed to the door, signaling the three Gryffindors to go first.

Just when Draco was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Dumbledore's gaze moved over. Draco was nervous and didn't dare to move, as if he could hear his own heartbeat clearly.

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

ps: My mother actually said to me today: "Girl, does anyone read what you wrote? As far as your Chinese scores in school are concerned, tsk tsk..."

Then I:"……"

I don't even dare to say what I wrote o(吱^吱)o, as expected, I can't afford to hurt you!

But I love how this breaks...