Dark Lord, please let go

"Sir, Little Hangleton has arrived."

Draco was pushed hard by someone in his sleep, he quickly opened his eyes and found that it was the conductor of Knight Bus who pushed him.

"It's Little Hangleton City," Draco rubbed the corners of his brows, and sat up on the bed. He didn't sleep well that night. The Knight Bus was vibrating a lot, and the speed was fast, which made He was feeling sick lying on the bed, if he was not really sleepy at the end, I am afraid he would keep his eyes open until dawn.

There was already some light outside, Draco was on the knight bus not far from Malfoy Manor last night, and now, it was already bright, Draco could see the outline of a small town in the distance, that small The town sits between two steep hills, and the town is surrounded by low bushes.It was still early, the town was very quiet, and no pedestrians could be seen on the road.

"Yes sir, this is Little Hangleton City, you can get off now." The conductor reminded Draco again, and then kindly took his luggage off the shelf and put it in Draco's feet.

Draco glanced at the luggage at his feet, and nodded politely to the conductor, "Thank you."

When Draco got out of the car with his luggage, the Knight bus drove away immediately with a roar.

Draco looked at the town and said it was a town, which wasn't quite right, it was more like a village.Little Hangleton is not very big, and there is snow everywhere. It may be that Christmas is approaching, and Draco can see many stumps of holly trees that have been cut down outside Little Hangleton.

The cold wind penetrated into Draco's clothes, making him shiver subconsciously.He was standing on the country road leading to Little Hangleton, with snow-covered bushes on both sides. Before entering Little Hangleton, Draco saw a sign made of wood, which read——Little Han Girton.

This is clearly a rural place where Muggles live, Draco frowned dissatisfied, not knowing why the descendants of Slytherin, the Gaunt family, lived in such a country full of Muggles.The place where he got off was a small steep slope, and Draco walked down the steep slope with his luggage.He needs to find a place to live in the town now, and Draco is not sure if his sudden visit to the Gaunt family will be accepted. If he is rejected, Draco may spend Christmas here. Tom would never have left here before he was born.

It was still early, and the hotels in Little Hangleton hadn't opened yet.

Draco hesitated for 2 minutes looking at the paint-peeled door of the hotel, and then reached out and knocked on the door in disgust.

The door was quickly opened, and it was a middle-aged woman who opened the door. Her brown hair was disheveled behind her head, and she was wearing an apron whose original color was no longer visible. Her sleeves were rolled up on her arms, revealing some dark skin forearm.

"Is there a problem?"

Draco couldn't hold back his disgust and took a step back, getting a little further away from the woman, before he said slowly, "I want to stay in a hotel, is there any spare room?"

"Stay in a hotel?" The proprietress of the inn looked at Draco from top to bottom, and found that this young man had elegant manners and gorgeous clothes, which seemed out of place in a rural place like Little Hangleton. "Of course there are rooms."

The proprietress opened the door and let Draco enter the shop.

"We have rooms here at any time, who would stay in a country place like this at Christmas." She wiped her hands with her apron, pointed to the hall with only candles, and said, "The first floor is usually a tavern, and there will be people during the day." Come here for dinner, your room is on the second floor."

Draco did not hide the impatience in his eyes at all, especially when he saw the thick layer of oil stains on the table and chairs, he felt that it was very difficult to stand here. "Take me to my room."

The proprietress nodded indifferently, and led Draco up the creaking wooden stairs to the second floor of the hotel.

Draco's room is the second room on the right on the second floor. There is an iron bed and a low cabinet. The bed is covered with a blue floral quilt. It doesn't look very warm in winter, but fortunately it is not particularly dirty. , within the acceptable range of Draco.He didn't listen to the nagging introduction from the proprietress, and after paying some deposit, he sent the proprietress away.

Putting the luggage on the ground casually, Draco looked critically at the bedding that he would live in for a while, and after confirming that he really didn't want to just lie on it, he pulled out the newly bought second-hand wand from his pocket. Laco threw a dozen on the quilt and cleaned it up before throwing himself on the bed in peace.

After riding the Knight Bus all night, Draco felt that his bones were about to fall apart, and he was exhausted.And it's still early now, there's no need to go out so early to inquire about the Gaunt's family, he can sleep for a while, and then go to the village to ask where the Gaunt's house is. I need to write a formal visit letter, but I don't know if the wizard of the Gaunt family will meet me.

And Draco didn't know that the person he wanted to investigate - Tom, was standing at the intersection of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley.Tom, like Draco, had drunk the aging potion, was wearing a black cloak, the hood had been put on his head, covering his face, and he was still holding the slightly crooked second-hand wand in his hand.

Tom had been wanting to go to Knockturn Alley himself after hearing Abraxas mention that the items belonging to Slytherin were sold in Bojinbok's magic shop. It's very dangerous, but he still can't resist the temptation of his life experience, he is eager to know the news about the Gaunt family.

Taking the small bottle of Felix Felicia, the gift Draco gave him last Christmas, from his pocket, Tom hesitated for a moment, then opened the lid and took a sip.Today's matter is extremely important to him, he must succeed in finding out from Mr. Bokin who sold the item belonging to Slytherin.

After drinking Felicia, Tom felt unspeakably lighter, and he felt wonderful, as if everything was going to go right.He had a hunch that this time he would be able to find out the news he had always wanted to know.

Walking into Knockturn Alley, the atmosphere of Christmas has obviously not affected this alley, and Knockturn Alley is still as dark as ever.It may be that Christmas is approaching, there are not many wizards on the road, and even the shops are not all open.

Without squinting, Tom went straight to Bojinbok's magic shop.Although he is arrogant, he knows his own details. Although even the professor praised him for his extraordinary talent in magic, but now he is only in the second grade, and he is definitely the one who suffers when he fights with others.

Walking into Borginbok's magic shop, Tom saw Mr. Borgin sitting behind the counter at a glance.

Apparently he didn't expect that there would still be people visiting Knockturn Alley before Christmas. Mr. Bokin was taken aback for a moment, then quickly smiled and walked out from behind the counter. "Merry Christmas, sir, is there anything I need?"

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Borgin." Tom nodded politely at Mr. Borgin. He still remembered that Draco said that Bock was also a pure blood and had been married to the Black family.After greeting Mr. Bokin in a reserved manner, Tom squinted his eyes and looked around the store.It was the first time he entered this store, and the last time he followed Draco, Tom only took a look and hadn't seen the situation in the store.

This magic shop is more attractive than Tom imagined.Various black magic items are placed on the counter, a strange long sword hangs on the wall, there is also a mask with a terrifying expression, and a string of strange human bones hang from the ceiling.

Seeing the guest staring at the mask hanging on the wall with interest, Mr. Bojin quickly introduced him kindly, "This mask has the power of curse, no matter who wears it, it will bring disaster to the family, unless Death, or I will never get rid of this mask."

Tom frowned slightly. He knew that the things sold in Knockturn Alley would definitely not be normal magic items, but he never thought of such dangers, so he would not buy such a mask that could kill people.

"Mr. Bokin, I am not here today to buy anything."

Tom didn't hesitate to speak directly, because a voice in his heart kept telling him, it doesn't matter if you ask directly, it will definitely succeed, and Mr. Bokin will tell him everything he knows.

After hearing Tom's words, Mr. Bokin's smile decreased a little. He hoped that there would be generous customers to buy the things in the store. "So what do you want to sell?"

"No, I'm not trying to sell anything." Tom smiled under the shadow of the hood, his voice was low and seductive, "Mr. There's an item for sale here, and that item has a snake logo on it."

Mr. Borgin's smile has completely disappeared now. He frowned and looked at the guest in front of him. The guest's face was completely covered by the hood, not even a strand of hair was exposed. Mr. Borgin couldn't figure out his face. However, he was very impressed with what he asked, because the item was bought at an extremely high price in the end.

"How do you know this?" Mr. Bokin looked at Tom from top to bottom, as if trying to see through something.

"Mr. Borgin, not only do I know someone sold it, I also know that his item belonged to Salazar Slytherin—" Tom paused, and then hissed under Mr. Borgin's startled gaze. . 'And I, the heir of Slytherin. '

Mr. Borgin obviously couldn't understand Parseltongue, but that didn't mean he didn't know what it meant.Mr. Bojin looked at Tom with a more respectful expression, "So it was you, oh, you should have revealed your identity earlier."

After speaking, Mr. Bojin walked back to the counter and took out a thick notebook from it. "Yes, that item is a locket. The witch who sold it needed money very much, so she sold the locket to me." At that time, the witch only got ten Galleons from Mr. Bojin, but this Mr. Bojin would not take the initiative to tell this descendant of Slytherin, it would definitely be asking for trouble for himself.

"Where is the locket now?"

"Oh, sir, I'm sorry, that locket was bought at a high price in the end." Mr. Bojin said helplessly.

After listening to Mr. Bokin's words, Tom's expression was uncertain. He seemed to be struggling for something. After a few minutes, he said slowly, "Is the person who bought the locket a Malfoy?"

"Mr. Malfoy?" Mr. Bokin quickly denied, "No, no, of course not. Although I can't reveal the identity of the guest casually, I can guarantee that it will not be Mr. Malfoy."

Tom didn't continue to speak, he paused for a long time, so long that Mr. Bokin thought he would turn his head and leave before he heard his question, "Half a year ago, a Malfoy visited your shop, what did he buy at that time? "

"Oh, you mean Mr. Malfoy?" Mr. Bokin rolled his eyes, and then replied with a smile, "Mr. Malfoy bought a magic book about time in the store half a year ago, you have to know, It's not easy to find magic books in this area."

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ps: Little Hangleton, I have the description in the reference book.

I received a notice from the editor today, 2013.12.31 (tomorrow) will enter v, and the third update will be on the same day (v will be reversed, starting from chapter 50, if you haven't read it, please read it soon!).

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