Dark Lord, please let go

Tom Riddle looked at the scene in front of him in shock, "This is Diagon Alley?"

"Yes." Draco was accustomed to the scene in front of him, he took out the Hogwarts admission letter from his pocket, and pulled out the second page of parchment, which was their shopping list.

"Go to Madam Malkin's robe store first and buy our school robes." Draco pointed to the parchment and said to Tom.

Tom nodded casually, he finally put away his shocked expression, maintained a deceptive smile as usual, and followed Draco into the Madam Malkin's robe store.

A short and chubby witch came out, and she greeted the two with a smile, "Are you going to buy a Hogwarts school uniform, my dear?"

Draco looked at Mrs. Malkin, who was decades younger, and then pursed his lips and said, "We need Hogwarts school robes."

"Of course, honey, stand on the footstool and I'll take your measurements."

They stood on the footstool, and then Draco saw the unbearable tape measure, which was trying to get under his clothes after taking the measurement. "Oh, Merlin's beard, get the hell out of me!"

Draco grabbed the tape measure and pulled it off his body, making Tom chuckle beside him. "Draco, you shouldn't be so rude."

After the two of them bought the school robes, Draco took Tom into Ollivander's wand shop. The shop was the same as it was decades later, small and shabby, and Draco once wondered if it would collapse.

"Good afternoon." After a series of tinkling voices, the young Mr. Ollivander stood in front of the two of them.

"Hello." Draco nodded casually.

"A Malfoy?" Mr. Ollivander stood in front of Draco, looking at him strangely, "I remember that there was only one child in the Malfoy family, and..."

"No, I think you've got the wrong person." Draco raised his eyebrows and looked at him indifferently.

"Okay, so you two want to buy wands?" Ollivander looked at the two of them with his silver eyes. "Which hand do you prefer?"

"Right hand."

Ollivander took their measurements, and then began to weave across the box-strewn counter.He handed Draco a wand, "Try this one, made of mahogany and dragon's nerve, eleven inches long. Not bad, very flexible, give it a try."

"..." Draco frowned and looked at the wand in front of him. This was not the one he was familiar with. He was sure that this wand was not suitable for him at all, but he still took the wand and waved it.

Then after the wand sprayed Draco's face with ashes, it didn't respond at all.Draco wiped the ashes off his face in disgust, and returned the wand to Ollivander.

"Oh, no, no, try this one, ebony wood, phoenix feather, eight inches long, good elasticity..."

But this time, before Draco could hold it, Ollivander took the wand back, "What a picky guest!"

Draco tried one after another, and finally he saw the familiar wand, and Ollivander handed it to Draco, "Try this one, hawthorn, unicorn hair, Ten inches long, with good toughness."

Draco could feel his hands trembling, he took the familiar wand, felt a sudden heat on his fingertips, and then a silver light shot out from the tip of the wand, and it circled around Draco before gradually disappear.

Ollivander said loudly: "Very good, great, then this is the little gentleman." He began to pass the wands to Tom one by one.

Until finally, Ollivander pulled out a box that was pressed at the bottom, and he blew off the thick dust on the box, "I think it should be this one, yew, thirteen and a half inches, phoenix tail feathers .”

Draco watched Tom take over the wand, watched him wave it lightly in the air, a dark green light streaked across the air, and countless spots of light scattered around, falling down like fireworks.

"How much should we pay?" Draco cut off Ollivander's about to blurt praise.

"Eight Galleons per person."

After paying the money, Draco took Tom to Lihen Bookstore to buy their textbooks.

However, Draco bumped into a person at the entrance of Lihen Bookstore, and all the books in the person's arms fell to the ground, and Draco did not apologize in time, because he was already stunned, and his eyes stayed on the person Platinum hair, watching him bow his head to pick up the book on the ground.

"Boy, you should apologize for your actions!" Abraxas Malfoy looked up, and then he also froze in place.

The boy who bumped into him had the same platinum-blond hair, the same pale skin, and even his appearance was [-]% similar.Like myself shrunk by two sizes, Abraxas said to himself in his heart.

Tom also found two people with the same appearance, especially Draco was still standing there in a daze, which was quite different from the usual elegance.He raised his eyebrows, and then deliberately called Draco's last name, "Malfoy, it's time for us to go in and buy books." Then, he found that Draco's face turned pale as he expected.

"Sorry." Draco said dryly, looking at the face that was too similar to his own.That was his grandfather, Draco said to himself in his heart, that was the grandfather he had only met in portraits, but now, he was standing in front of him alive, young and full of vitality.

"Your name is Malfoy?" Abraxas Malfoy narrowed his gray-blue eyes. The boy in front of him was also named Malfoy. As far as he knew, there was only one Malfoy family in the wizarding world, and the rest of the Malfoy family There is no such boy among relatives. Where did he come from?

"Yes, my name is Malfoy." Draco resumed his indifferent and proud expression, "We are going to buy textbooks now, please let me go."

Abraxas Malfoy made way. He watched Draco walk into the Lihen Bookstore, and then he thought about going home and asking his father if there was a child from the Malfoy family left behind. If so, He didn't mind taking the child home to raise him.

"Who was that person just now?" Tom Riddle looked at Abraxas who was walking away and asked Draco.

Draco looked at Tom mockingly, and then drew out his voice, "That's none of your business Tom Riddle, you don't need to know who he is." His voice hissed, "Don't mind your own business."

Tom Riddle sneered, "I will always know, he is also a student of Hogwarts."

Draco pursed his lips and snorted softly.His grandpa went to Hogwarts of course, and he can guarantee it's still Slytherin house, damn Merlin, his grandpa became his senior, thinking about it Draco doesn't think going to Hogwarts is so bad It's something that makes people feel comfortable.

After shopping for everything, Draco stood where he was, ready to get rid of the future Dark Lord and go do what he wanted to do. "Go back to the orphanage first, I still have something to do."

Tom raised his eyebrows and looked at Draco, "What are you going to do to get rid of me and go alone? I don't think there should be any secrets between the two of us."

Damn there is no secret!

Draco suppressed his anger, and said with a bad attitude: "I'm going to buy some potion ingredients, and I'm going to earn some pocket money before going to Hogwarts, it's as simple as that!"

Looking at Draco with a flushed face, Tom Riddle raised one corner of his mouth, "Then let's go together, Draco."

Draco pursed his lips, seeing that Tom had no intention of leaving at all, so he could only compromise and let him follow behind him in the end.

He used the remaining Galleons to buy some common ingredients for potions, and then made an agreement with the boss that the potions he made could be sold directly in the store. Then he took Tom away from Diagon Alley and returned to the orphanage.

Maybe knowing that the two of them were going to leave the orphanage to study at Hogwarts, Mrs. Cole did not continue to let Draco go out to the charity sale in the following days, and gave him enough time to stay quietly in the room.

And Tom didn't continue to bully those children, and read quietly with his textbooks every day.

"Draco, can you make potions without reading textbooks?" Tom raised his head from the book, looked at Draco who was lying on the table and stirring potions with his wand, and asked at first. I didn't know what Draco was doing, but when I saw him pouring the potion into the small bottle non-stop and exchanged it for Gold Gallon, I realized that he was brewing potion to make money.

"Of course, I'm a Malfoy." Draco raised his head and smirked at Tom. "My father's friend is a master of potions, and I have studied systematically with him."

The clothes on Draco's body have been completely new. Although they are still Muggle clothes, they are clean and tidy, and they are all brand new.He sold enough potions at the herb shop, common ones, that Draco made a small fortune, and he even had spare money to send Tom new clothes.

"Hogwarts has four colleges, which one will you go to?" Tom asked, pointing to "Hogwarts, a School History".

Draco put all the potions in the cauldron into glass bottles, and then replied casually, "Slytherin, my parents are both Slytherin students, and I am no exception. If I was assigned to Hufflepuff Odd, I think I'll just drop out."

Speaking of Slytherin, Draco suddenly raised his head and looked at Tom, he said seriously: "Don't say it casually when you are a Parseltongue, that is not the ability of ordinary wizards, if you don't want to cause trouble... ..."

Tom nodded casually. He didn't want to attract Dumbledore's attention. He didn't like that professor very much. "Draco, you must stay in the same house as me."

Draco sat lazily on his bed with his chest folded, "Of course, you will also be a Slytherin, I never doubted that."