Dark Lord, please let go

It was past ten o'clock in the morning when Draco woke up. The fire in the fireplace was about to go out, but it still exuded warm heat. The sun shone on the bed through the window, making this small room even warmer.

Once again, Draco drank a bottle of aging potion, and changed into the newly purchased Muggle clothes with a little disgust. He stood in front of the mirror, patted his cheek foolishly, and showed a smirk.Draco tried his best to look kind, because he wanted to talk to Muggles after all, and he didn't want his attitude towards Muggles to be annoying, which would defeat the purpose.

After packing everything, Draco walked down from the second floor.

There were a few customers sitting sporadically in the store, and they were talking loudly while joking at the proprietress.When Draco stood in the lobby on the first floor, the noise gradually subsided, and the guests looked at Draco curiously.

"Miss Boss, since when did such a beautiful young man live in your store?"

The proprietress giggled for a while, put a steak on his table, and then answered, "This is a guest who just stayed in the store this morning." After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Della who was still standing there. Co, "Sir, would you like breakfast?"

Draco looked at the plate of greasy food and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but luckily reason stopped him in time.He took a deep breath and smiled like Tom, "I'd like a pie and a cup of hot tea."

"Of course, please wait."

While the proprietress was preparing the food, Draco stood beside a young man who looked good at talking. He glanced at the dirty-looking chair with a slightly disgusted look, and sat down after a long period of mental preparation. Come down and say hello to the young man at the same table, "Good morning."

The young man was a little surprised when he heard Draco's words, but he still replied enthusiastically: "Good morning, oh, my name is Henry Durand, what's your name?"

"Malfoy." Draco raised his eyebrows, and only said his last name, "Mr. Durand, have you lived here for a long time?"

"Of course, I have always lived in Little Hangleton. This place is nice, I mean the environment is very good." Duran scratched his head and smiled shyly, "Why did Mr. Malfoy come to Little Hangleton?" ?It's almost Christmas and I thought no one would come to Little Hangleton."

"Oh, I'm here to visit." Draco smirked.

If the descendants of Slytherin were related to the Malfoys, the Malfoys were even more prominent.

"Mr. Durand, I would like to ask you..." Draco paused for a moment, and he turned to look at the proprietress in the shop, who was walking over with a plate of pies and a cup of hot tea .

"Sir, your breakfast, I hope you enjoyed your meal."

After the proprietress put the breakfast on the dining table and left, Draco didn't even look at his own breakfast, and just continued the conversation with Duran, "Oh, if it's convenient, do you know if Little Hangleton lives there?" A family named Gaunts?"

"Gant!" Du Lang's voice was a little sharp, because all the guests who were eating in his hall looked over.After Duran finished speaking, he also realized that he was a little rude, and smiled apologetically at Draco, "Mr. Malfoy, why are you asking about Gaunt?"

Draco suddenly realized that the Gaunt family didn't seem to be very respected in Little Hangleton.

"The one I want to visit is the Gaunt family. He is—" Draco thought for a moment before continuing, "He's a distant relative of our family, and he doesn't have much contact with him."

"So that's the case." Dulan seemed to be relieved, but he lowered his voice when he spoke, "Mr. Malfoy, if possible, I think you'd better not go to the Gaunt's house, you don't know that the Gaunt's has How bad!"

As if complaining, Duran told all the things he knew about the Gaunt family without Draco asking.

"You don't know, their family is crazy! Oh, I'm sorry to describe your relatives like this, but their family is really strange, far away from Little Hangleton, they live on the other side of the hill, don't see people, and like to raise Snake, and there is a snake nailed to the door of their house, which is really strange."

Duran took a sip of his drink, moistened his throat and continued: "And they always hiss when they talk, and they don't know what they are talking about. , Mr. Malfoy, you better not visit the Gaunt's house, as long as anyone approaches the Gaunt's house, they will drive them away."

Hearing about raising snakes, Draco was sure that the Gaunt family was definitely descended from Slytherin.It's just that he didn't give up because of Dulan's words. It's normal for wizard families not to have contact with ordinary Muggles, and even he couldn't stand staying by Muggles' side for a long time.

After inquiring about what he wanted to know, Draco stood up after Dulan finished speaking, and nodded politely at Dulan, "I have finished eating, Mr. Dulan, thank you for introducing me to my relatives. Say goodbye first."

Durant glanced at the untouched pie and hot tea in surprise, but he did not say much, but said goodbye to Draco politely.

After Draco came out of the hotel, he was relieved. Although he was able to tolerate being surrounded by a group of Muggles in the orphanage, he still wouldn't get used to living in the Muggle world anyway, without magic What an inconvenience.

He tightened his collar, trying to keep the cold wind from getting in through the collar, and then he took a step towards the direction Du Lang said.Draco walked down a narrow slippery snow-covered path, with bushes on either side covered with snow.

The road was very slippery, there should not be many people walking in this direction, and no one cleared the snow on the road at all, so Draco had to concentrate all his attention on his feet, for fear of accidentally slipping and falling.Going around a small forest, after turning the corner, Draco finally saw a house in the distance.The house was surrounded by woods, which blocked most of the sunlight. The house was covered with frozen yellow moss, and the roof tiles were all broken.

If it weren't for the snake nailed to the door of the house, Draco could have sworn he would never have thought this shabby place was the home of the Slytherin descendants of the Gaunts.How could a pure-blood magical family, especially the noble descendants of Slytherin, be poorer than the red-haired Weasleys?

Draco looked at the house in front of him uncertainly, and he suddenly felt that the previous plan - writing a formal letter of visit or something, was superfluous.After hesitating for a while, Draco walked forward quietly. After hearing about the Gaunt family, Draco was very cautious, for fear of accidentally offending the owner of the house.

When he stood in front of the door and didn't know whether to knock, the dilapidated door was suddenly opened with a "creak".

A man in tattered robes came out carrying a water basin. His thick hair was full of dirt, and the original color could not be distinguished. His two eyes looked in diametrically opposite directions, and he carried an ugly A large gold ring with an unknown black gem on it.The man obviously didn't expect someone to stand in front of the gate, he was stunned for a moment, put the water basin on the ground, and then walked over angrily.

'You strangers are not welcome here, leave quickly! '

Hearing the familiar hissing sound, Draco subconsciously took a step back. The person in front of him was not Tom, and he would never be polite to him.

Draco tried to sound polite, "Hi sir, I'm Draco Malfoy, a wizard like you."

'Go away! '

Hell, he doesn't understand Parseltongue or anything!But this didn't prevent Draco from understanding what the man meant. The man's face didn't hide his irritability and anger at all. Draco knew that he was definitely not welcome now.

"Can you speak English? Parseltongue can only be understood by noble descendants of Slytherin. I'm sorry that I don't have such an enviable talent." Draco smirked at the man, he had tried his best to He looked more polite, but this man didn't appreciate it at all, which made Draco a little annoyed.

The man seemed to be thinking about something, his eyes fixed on Draco.Finally, he said slowly: "Who are you? Strangers are not welcome here, get out of here quickly!"

"I am Draco Malfoy, a pure-blood wizard." Draco raised his chin proudly. Although the blood of the descendants of Slytherin is noble, in Draco's view, he can squander his family property to live here People in such a shabby place have nothing to respect.

Before the man could answer, Draco said again: "Is your surname Gaunt?"

The man's expression was uncertain, as if he was thinking about something, and finally he said impatiently, "Morfin Gaunt, what are you doing here, brat?"

"Mr. Gunter, I'm here to confirm something with you." Draco put his hand into his pocket, clenched his second-hand wand before slowly opening his mouth, "I want to ask, is there a Gunter family?" Your child is out? I have a friend who is a Parseltongue like you."

"Parseltongue?" There was a crack in Gaunt's gloomy expression. He stared at Draco for a moment to confirm that the other party was not lying before asking, "What's your friend's name? If you dare to lie to me!"

"Of course I won't lie to you. My friend's name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. I don't know if you have any impression?"

Before Draco could finish speaking, Morfin Gaunt suddenly kicked the fence next to him hard, and the dilapidated fence fell to the ground with his kick.Startled, Draco jumped back immediately, the wand in his pocket was firmly in his hand, and pointed at Morfin Gaunt in front of him.

But Morfin Gaunt laughed crazily as if he hadn't noticed anything, and began to hiss without knowing what to say.

'That bitch, she's having a baby with a filthy Muggle!That's my bride, how dare he do that! '

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

ps: ①Refer to the original text.

Marvolo Gaunt is dead at this time, after his daughter Merope Gaunt (Tom's mother) and old Tom left, he died, and now the Gaunt family is only Morfin Gaunt one person.