Dark Lord, please let go

Although Dumbledore's speculation made Draco nervous, he remembered those words in his heart.

Draco has never forgotten his purpose - to prevent the Dark Lord from harming the Malfoy family. Although things are going a bit wrong now, because of his affection for Tom, his purpose has become to prevent Tom from becoming the Dark Lord.However, he thought that this change was not a big problem. Tom would not become the Dark Lord, and naturally he would not implicate the Malfoy family.

As for Tom wanting to become a professor, Draco also decided to write a letter to tell his great-grandfather, regardless of whether old Malfoy can find out about Tom's life experience, or whether he can understand it, as long as Tom can teach at Hogwarts, Without being a cruel Dark Lord, those things wouldn't matter.

Why did Dumbledore leave Draco alone? Tom didn't ask, or even express a little curiosity, which made Draco feel incredible, but also made him feel at ease.

Dumbledore had just been left to talk in the afternoon, and after dinner Draco and Tom had to go to labor service with the three Gryffindors. This was the worst day for Draco in all his years at Hogwarts.

And Gryffindors have always had the ability to turn worst into worse...

After dinner, Pringle led the two Slytherins and the three Gryffindors to a showroom on the fourth floor.

"No magic, gentlemen." Pringle pointed to the glass case in the showroom, which was covered with thick dust and looked like it had been neglected for at least a few years. "Clean up here."

Pringle gestured an area with his hand, "Magic is forbidden, I will check."

Leslie stared at the room several times, and then looked at Pringle in disbelief, "But you're talking about the whole room!"

"Yes, you are right Mr. Leslie, you have three nights to clean everything in the room, if you can't finish—" Pringle smiled wickedly, "—then Continue labor service until it is cleaned."

After Pringle left enough rags and left, no one in the room moved or spoke.

Draco glanced casually at the three Gryffindor students, and finally set his sights on Tom. "It's such a waste of time to be forced to do labor services by three idiots who can't even use the disillusionment spell."

"Malfoy, who are you calling an idiot!" Leslie yelled at Draco as if he had been poked in a sore foot.

Draco sneered harshly, and looked at Leslie with an expression like looking at some low-energy magical creatures, "Whoever answers is an idiot—" Draco drew a long voice, and looked at Leslie with a smirk. The three of Leslie said, "I'm really worried about you. It's probably wishful thinking to graduate from Hogwarts with your IQ."

If it was just Leslie who wanted to beat Draco up, now Draco has obviously angered the three Gryffindors, and they all drew their wands and pointed the tip of their wands at Draco's. It seemed that he wanted to pierce the opponent's throat with a magic wand.

"Malfoy, you're only alone!"

Draco raised his eyebrows and looked at the three wands pointing at him maliciously, but before he could say anything, Tom pulled him behind him.

"I have to remind you that I'm a Slytherin too."

"Oh no, Riddle, this is between us and Malfoy, you shouldn't get involved."

Looking at Tom standing in front of Draco, Leslie frowned. He hated Draco Malfoy, but he had no feelings for Tom Riddle. At least in his opinion, Riddle was a very A friendly classmate, and the professor likes him, which is completely different from people like Malfoy.

"I'm afraid you've forgotten that Draco is my friend, and if you dare to point your wand at him, I'm sorry, but I have to point your wand at you too—" Tom continued to smile, but the words wouldn't let anyone People are suspicious. "I don't think the spells you know now will have much effect."

Although Leslie wanted to cast a jinx on Malfoy, he finally dropped his wand because his two friends had already put away their wands because of Tom's words, saying that this conflict was over.

"Very well, now that you've all agreed to it—" Tom squinted his eyes, and glanced around the room, "—now, then, to work, gentlemen."

"Oh, hell Tom, I don't want to be a house-elf." Draco glanced at the dishcloth on the cabinet with distaste. The cloth was gray and white, like some kind of rag, Draco could imagine How long has this rag been unused.

Even the three Gryffindors who were at odds with Draco looked at the rag with lingering fear, as if they didn't want to touch it at all.

"If you want to continue working in this room after three days, then of course you don't have to clean it. That's no problem."

After Tom finished speaking, he didn't continue to persuade them to work. He didn't seem to worry about whether he would continue his labor service after three days. Instead, he looked at the glass cabinet in the showroom, where various trophies and medals were displayed.

Draco looked at the rag uncertainly, lived in the orphanage for three years, went to the street to sell small biscuits, these things he could do for Tom Riddle; but the reason for cleaning the dusty showroom was still Three stupid Gryffindors involved, and he didn't even want to clean up the hell.

"You first, the three of Gryffindor." Draco raised his chin and showed a mocking smile.

Leslie rolled his eyes and turned his head away. After what Tom had just said, he didn't want to talk to Malfoy at all, let alone talk to him.It's a pity that his two friends didn't know what he was thinking, so they picked up the linen without a sense of teamwork, and brought one to Leslie by the way.

"Oh come on, Leslie, hurry up and work, just like Riddle said, are you going to continue your labor service in three days? Don't forget the Halloween party in four days!"

Mentioning the Halloween party, Leslie's expression was tangled for a moment. He didn't want to miss the Halloween party at all. Finally, Leslie reluctantly picked up the rag and wiped the display cabinet twice symbolically.

"Hey, you two, do you want to stand there and watch?"

Draco, who was nominated, shrugged indifferently, pinched the corner of the rag with two fingers and lifted it back and forth, and immediately turned his head away. "Damn, what a strange smell!"

"Don't be so squeamish, Draco."

Tom rolled his eyes, and wiped the dust on the display case vigorously with a rag. Following Tom's movements, all the dust on the display case flew into the air, and the entire display room was covered with dust.

"Ahem, oh, hell, why can't you use magic!"

Draco held his nose and took two steps back. This feeling was terrible, like rolling in the mud a few times, definitely worse than living in an orphanage to sell cookies.

Tom couldn't wipe it off either. He was the closest to the display case, and now his hair and cloak were full of dust. Although he lived in an orphanage before, Tom was not skilled in cleaning. He stepped back and stood Draco's side.

There are several large glass display cabinets in the showroom. There are various trophies, medals, and some lists with photos on them. If you want to clean up all the thick dust, you may not be able to complete it in three days. .

"Well, it should have been done from the beginning." Tom glanced at the three Gryffindors who were cleaning on the other side of the room, then pulled his wand out of his pocket, and muttered, "Clean up!"

After the spell, the dust on the cabinet seemed less dense, but not much less.

"Very well, it looks like it will take three days to recite just to clean it up." Draco rolled his eyes, and he knew that wiping with a rag is not reliable at all. The room has been deserted for several years After coming in, it is absolutely impossible to clean up without using magic.

As if relieved, Draco threw the rag in his hand to the ground, drew out his wand, and started throwing dozens at the display cabinets to clean up.

"You two... Mr. Pringle said you can't use magic!" The three Gryffindors finally noticed Draco's movements and stopped their movements.

"Then don't let him know, or you want to stay for the Halloween party to clean up." Tom smirked.

It was obviously not within the scope of the three of them to stay, so they just discussed for less than three seconds before throwing away the rags in their hands and starting to clean them up.

The showroom finally looks a little cleaner, but only a little.

Draco and Tom had to throw away a bunch of cleanup to make a display case show its true colors, and this time Draco couldn't lift his arm, he rubbed his right arm gently, and found that Tom was actually looking at A photo from the showcase.

"What are you looking at?" Draco shook his head.

It was a group photo. The two boys in the photo looked a little different in age, one was slightly older, but they looked alike, with short brown hair and blue eyes.

The older boy, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, was trying to hold the younger boy in his arms, smiling and waving at the camera.

Tom squinted his obsidian-like eyes, carefully looked at the photo several times, and finally turned to the back of the photo, where a line of words was written - Albus Dumbley, President of the Boys' Union.

"This is, Professor Dumbledore?" Draco raised his eyebrows. He knew that Dumbledore must have performed very well during school, but he didn't expect to see a photo of him when he was the chairman of the Boys' Union, and that At that time, Dumbledore looked quite handsome. Judging by his clothes, Dumbledore's aesthetics at that time were quite normal.

"Who's that guy next to Professor Dumbledore? It looks a lot like him—" Tom pointed to another boy in the picture, "—does Professor Dumbledore have a brother?"

Draco thought for a while, then realized that all he knew about Professor Dumbledore was the introduction on the back of the chocolate frog wizard card, and his love of sweets.

"Tom, I think you're asking the wrong person. I don't know much either."

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

ps: In fact, I didn’t find out whether Lao Deng was the chairman of the Boys’ Student Union, but it’s Lao Deng, he should have done it...

I was reading a fantasy novel recently, and after reading it, I felt very inferior.

The more I look at it, the more I feel uneducated, and the more I look at it, the more I feel illiterate... Now, I even suspect that I have graduated from elementary school_(:з」∠)_

Just like the sentence that is often mentioned in novels, I understand every word, but I can't understand even a sentence! !

That is the world of a top student!Adults who write novels are definitely academic masters! !envy, jealousy, hate!