Dark Lord, please let go

"Hiss, hell, it hurts,"

Draco lay on the ground, feeling his cheeks rubbing against the hard ground, his whole body aching and falling apart.

Damn it, Tom threw the Imperius Curse on me,

Draco's anger was at its peak, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't get up because of the pain now, he would definitely throw a dozen curses at Tom.Draco struggled to get up from the ground, he didn't want Tom to see his awkward posture.But in fact, it was a very difficult thing. He tripped over the loose robe on his body and fell heavily on the ground again.

Hell, I should have strangled Tom Riddle in the first place, strangled him and nothing happened, no Chamber of Secrets, no Basilisk, no Imperius Curse!

Draco cursed in his heart, and then he felt a pair of strong arms pull him up from the hard ground, and when he turned his head angrily and saw someone he didn't expect, his gray blue His eyes shrank into a small dot in astonishment.

"...Dad?" Draco stared uncertainly at the man in front of him, who was younger than he thought, only 30 years old, with platinum blonde hair neatly draped over his shoulders, holding the Silver snake head cane.

"Good evening, son." Lucius curled his lips gracefully, looking critically at Draco's baggy, outdated robes that obviously belonged to someone else. "Son, since when did you have the habit of wearing an antique robe and playing with a broom?"

"..." Draco opened his mouth and said nothing, in fact he didn't know how to react.The person in front of him was his father, but he should be dead, and Draco thought he would never see him in this life.Listening to the mocking tone, Draco unexpectedly felt kind.

Looking at Draco's stupid look, Lucius Malfoy thought his son had been thrown stupidly, he bent down, and took out a few dead leaves from Draco's messy hair , "Your mother won't be happy to see—you're playing with broomsticks in antique-like robes."

Draco finally changed his face. If he hadn't recovered just now, then now he completely realized that something was wrong.Hell, he's ridiculously short now, like a first grader, just up to Lucius' waist, and the robes on him are too big, and it's all too familiar, back in 1938. Pass.

Wouldn't it be the one he thought of?Draco lowered his head in panic, seeing his short stature as he expected, and the loose but familiar robe.

So he is back now?And it's back to first grade again?Why is it first grade again?Draco's expression was cloudy, oh, what the hell, he's had enough of Hogwarts' first-year textbooks, and he's had enough of being surrounded by a bunch of young wizards who haven't been weaned, so why can't he let him Do you graduate directly?

"Son, don't ask me to help you transport the broomstick into Hogwarts." Lucius snorted coldly at Draco, then pushed Draco, who was still a little limp, forward, from Pulling out his wand from the cane and waving it, he shrunk the slightly larger antique robe to a size suitable for Draco.

"Now, go into the house and go to Draco. Your mother is waiting for you. This is probably the last time you can act like a baby. Cherish it." Lucius said lazily with an aria.

Then he walked into the living room with his son who was going to Hogwarts tomorrow, Draco followed Lucius softly, he was still a little dizzy, and his whole body hurt like hell.Draco didn't know if Tom's last spell hit him or not, or even how he got back, but he felt great to be right behind his dad like this, even though he was now provoking him with his cane in distaste. Even wearing his own cloak couldn't change Draco's mind.

"Oh, Draco." Narcissa stood up from the sofa, she looked at Draco's messy hair and that terrible cloak in surprise, "My son, where did you get such a A cloak that can be displayed in a museum?"

Draco pursed his lips and didn't speak, because he didn't know what was going on now. Judging from his age, he should be in the first grade at Hogwarts now.And he didn't know what happened to Tom, since he came back, did he become the Dark Lord?Has the current Tom been defeated by Scarhead, who is still a baby?Too much to say, and Draco was going to keep his mouth shut until he figured it all out.

"Sissy, our son just played with a broom in the sky in a rag-like cloak, I think you'll be happy to hear that." Lucius glanced lazily at the absent-minded Draco, "Son, if you If you are worried about tomorrow's sorting ceremony, then I can give you a piece of advice - don't enter a house other than Slytherin, or I will send you to Durmstrang."

"No, Lucius." Narcissa glared at her husband disapprovingly, "Durmstrang is too far away, we have already discussed this."

Draco finally got the good news from his limited conversation with his parents, so he was going to Hogwarts tomorrow for first year, which was the worst news ever.Come to think of it, what could be more frustrating than seeing scars and red hair for seven years?

"Dad, what was the sorting ceremony like?" Draco pretended to look at his father curiously, but in fact there was a faint blush on his pale face.It was humbling, and it was a test of Draco's pride to be childish in front of his own parents.

"You'll find out tomorrow, my son, believe me, it's not that difficult." Lucius said meaningfully.

Draco held back the corners of his mouth that were about to twitch. If he hadn't gone through the sorting ceremony twice, I'm afraid he would feel nervous because of his father's words. His father still has such a wicked taste?If he hadn't come back in 1991, Draco would never have remembered that he was so perfunctory by his father in the first grade, or the sorting ceremony.

After Lucius and Narcissa finally let Draco go, he returned to his bedroom, and unexpectedly saw the room full of childish toys, as well as the pictures of Quidditch players flying around on the roof. Model.This bedroom seemed both familiar and strange to Draco, and he couldn't even remember why he liked to have so many models in the room in his first year.

But now is not the time to think about it...

"More than!"

Following Draco's voice, a house elf appeared in front of Draco with a "snap", he looked at Draco respectfully with those oversized eyes, and bent deeply waist. "Dobby is here, obeying the orders of the young master."

Draco was stunned for a moment, because the tea towel on Dobby's body was very clean, and he could even see the patterns embroidered with the Malfoy family crest clearly, which was somewhat different from the always dirty Dobby in Draco's impression.

"Dobby, do you know the Mysterious Man?" Draco raised his eyebrows and asked meaningfully.

If Tom had become the Dark Lord, Dobby would have been terrified of him, or rather, the bloody house-elf preferred Scarhead to his little master.

"Mysterious man? Oh, little master, do you mean mysterious man, Dobby knows." Dobby looked at Draco in puzzlement, as if wondering why his little master asked this.

Draco didn't hear Dobby's next words at all. When he heard the first sentence, his whole head went blank. Tom really became the Dark Lord. Even if he tried so hard... Draco held tightly Clenching his fists, wishing to crush his gums.

He thought that his great-grandfather would understand that he should not have too much contact with Tom, but why, the result is still like this?

Draco threw himself under the covers and waved at Dobby.He has to find a way, even if Tom becomes the Dark Lord, as long as the Malfoy family will not return to the Dark Lord, there will always be a way, if not, Draco can go to Dumbledore, oh, what happened 60 years ago Dumbledore would not forget that he could seek refuge in the Order of the Phoenix.

Thinking of Tom having turned into that kind of terrifying appearance and crazy character, Draco felt like he was breaking out in cold sweat. He never wanted the Tom he liked to turn into that kind of look, just thinking of It is unacceptable, as if the stomach is tangled together.Draco lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze, and even dreamed that Tom had turned into a snake face.

The next day, Draco was woken up early by Narcissa from the bed, and Draco stared blankly at his mother helping him pack his luggage, and stuffed it with all kinds of snacks and candies. Laco was still a little bit overwhelmed, and always felt that all this seemed to be a dream.

"Draco, remember to write to your mother when you arrive at school. I will send you your favorite snacks every morning. Don't worry."

Narcissa gave Draco a hug, and then, urged by Lucius, the family of three rushed to King's Cross Station.On platform nine and three quarters, Draco got his wish and saw two of his followers, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe.

"Son, you must always remember that you are a Malfoy, and don't let me hear about your mindless behavior from Severus." Lucius drew his tone lazily.

Great, Draco frowned depressedly, his father was indeed the head of the Malfoy family, and his way of speaking was so similar to his great-grandfather, he never expected that he would have to endure this when he came back...

Draco boarded the Hogwarts Express with Crabbe and Goyle, his two valet dutifully standing behind him.Draco pushed open the door of the box, and if he guessed correctly, the person sitting in the box should be his friend Blaise Zabini.

But when he saw the scene in the box, he froze for a moment...

A dark-haired young man with a very familiar figure was sitting in the box flipping through a thick magic book. The young man raised his head when he heard the door being pushed open. On the young man's handsome face, Draco saw a pair of scarlet colored eyes.

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ps: The update is late today, sorry, I went out for dinner tonight_(:з」∠)_

Father L finally appeared, clenching his fist!In fact, father l loves little d very much, which can also be reflected in the original work.

Well, when I was typing this chapter, I actually had the illusion that this chapter could be finished ==!

I am definitely not alone...