Dark Lord, please let go

Draco only felt a buzzing in his head. The appearance of this young man was somewhat similar to that of 20-year-old Tom, with black jade-like hair, a long and thin figure, wearing a decent black cloak, and even those scarlet eyes made him feel familiar.

"Good afternoon, children."

You are only a child, Draco gritted his teeth subconsciously.

The young man squinted his eyes, looked at the three boys in front of him with curled lips, and finally set his eyes on Draco who was stiff when he saw himself. "You are first-year freshmen,"

It took almost all of Draco's strength to control himself from punching the face that looked like Tom Riddle with his fist.Although he was very grateful that he could go back to 1991 and see his father and mother, but this did not prevent Draco from resenting Tom for throwing the Imperius Curse on him.

And he wasn't sure if this person was Tom. Calculating the time, let's not say that the Dark Lord was defeated by Scarhead and hadn't recovered yet. Just talking about his age is not right at all. The current Tom should be an old man, definitely not Young people in their 20s.Thinking that the person he likes has now become an old man, Draco feels that love across time is really bad, and sometimes Draco even thinks it is worse than Tom becoming the Dark Lord.

Swallowing the snack in his mouth, Crabbe looked at the young man in front of him, subconsciously approached Draco in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "Draco, who is he?"

Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes, how the hell did he know who this guy was?Draco can guarantee that in 1991, which he has already experienced, there is absolutely no such handsome wizard on the Hogwarts Express, otherwise he will not be impressed.

"It seems that I need to introduce myself." The young man didn't seem to mind Crabbe's rudeness at all, and he kept a gentle smile that made Draco hate his teeth, "Laud, your future Defense Against the Dark Arts professor of art."

"Teacher, professor?" Crabbe's voice trembled, and he dropped the snack in his hand on the floor of the box, and Goyle behind him murmured in disgust.

professor?Defense Against the Dark Arts?

Draco stared at the professor in front of him, isn't the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Quirrell who smells like garlic?And how did this guy who looked so much like the Dark Lord get the position of professor?Dumbledore allowed him to approach Hogwarts?

"Professor Lauder, hello, I'm Gregory Gower."

"Hi Professor, I, I'm Vincent Crabbe."

"Hi, Goyle, Crabbe."

Although he was very astonished, Draco still maintained his superficial composure, and politely nodded at the professor who looked very ugly, "Hi professor, I am Draco Malfoy."

"—Hello, Draco." Lauder raised the corner of his mouth at Draco.

Draco could swear that this guy gave him a meaningful look just now, as if they had met before, but apart from Tom, Draco didn't remember knowing such a handsome professor named Lauder.He felt as if something was out of his expectation, at least he should sit in a different box now, otherwise he couldn't help but punch that face.

So Draco immediately winked at his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle. Fortunately, this time Goyle and Crabbe had an unexpected tacit understanding. It seems that none of the three little Slytherins wanted to Sitting in a box with a future professor.The three said goodbye to the professor together, and left the box very smoothly.

After that, Draco and his two attendants finally found Blaise Zabini in a corner box, but at that time Zabini was standing in the same box with the red-haired Weasley, mocking each other because of the ownership of the box .

Draco unexpectedly didn't join the ranks of mocking Weasley, he was still thinking about who that professor named Lauder was.It's not that Draco hasn't thought about whether Lauder is Tom's problem, but when he thinks that Hogwarts has Dumbledore's sweet old bee, Draco overturns his conclusion.So the professor who popped up was just a stranger who looked like Tom?

This problem troubled Draco until the Hogwarts Express arrived. Draco once again stood on the familiar small platform. The Slytherin students, Goyle, Crabbe, Pansy, and Blaise, obviously came back from 60 years ago, and saw their close friends again, but Draco always felt dissatisfied, as if something Something was wrong, and it made him miserable.

"First-year freshmen, gather here, watch your step."

Hearing the shout, Draco looked up and saw that Hagrid, who was taller than anyone with a beard, was waving at the first-year students stupidly.

"...that is, Rubeus Hagrid?" Draco turned his head to look at Blaise, and asked slowly.

"Oh, it seems to be called by this name, who knows." Blaise shrugged indifferently, and gave his friend a hand, "We have to pass."

Draco let Blaise pull him, his eyes fixed on Hagrid's figure, he didn't understand why Hagrid was here, logically speaking, since the basilisk was dead, Hagrid would not be killed because of the snake. Strange thing was kicked out of Hogwarts, why is he still working as a key keeper at Hogwarts?

With doubts, Draco followed a group of freshmen through the woods, and got on the boat to the castle.

This is the third time Draco has been on such a small boat. When he was on the boat, Draco had an illusion. He suddenly felt that he would never graduate from Hogwarts. No matter how he thought about it, he felt miserable.

It was the same as every sorting ceremony that Draco had experienced, the deputy head, Professor McGonagall, waited outside the castle and picked them up from Hagrid.In Draco's memory, McGonagall was only a teenager two weeks ago, but now, she suddenly turned into a very serious professor with wrinkled face, Draco frowned awkwardly, and put This feeling of incompatibility suppressed.

Professor McGonagall led their group of freshmen into the Hogwarts dining room, and after listening to the shabby hat sing, the freshmen were finally called to the front one by one.

"Draco Malfoy."

Hearing Professor McGonagall call his name, Draco raised his head, not missing the gentle smile that Professor McGonagall showed when he called his name.Calmly walked to the small stool, Draco sat down, anyway, the broken hat would announce "Slytherin" before it touched his hair, he had nothing to look forward to.

However, the Sorting Hat did not call out "Slytherin" as Draco expected, and even at the moment when Draco was stunned, it was completely put on his head, which made Draco feel disgusted in his heart. The Sorting Hat hadn't been cleaned in decades at least, he could have sworn it.

The oversized sorting hat blocked Draco's sight. Before that, Draco saw the surprised eyes of his friends looking at him, which seemed to say, why Draco was not sorted immediately Leitlin?

"Oh, we meet again, little Malfoy." Draco heard the ragged hat on his head murmur slightly, "Pure blood, Slytherin without a doubt."

This broken hat still remembers me?Draco felt that he was going to be blown out of anger. Since the broken hat remembered, he should be assigned to Slytherin directly. What is there to consider?

"Oh, of course I remember you, not just me—" The Sorting Hat paused, as if thinking about something. "You really want to go to Slytherin? But last time I put you there, I found that you liked Ravenclaw better, so this time I'm going to grant your wish—"

What?Ravenclaw?

etc!Wait the hell!Of course it was Slytherin, a perpetual tradition in the Malfoy family.

Draco wanted to grit his teeth. If he really went to Ravenclaw, although he would not really send him to Durmstrang as his father said, he would definitely not be happy about it. Every Malfoy is a Slytherin, and he is definitely no exception.

"You really want to go to Slytherin so much? I think you'd be a better fit for Ravenclaw, come to think of it, so many books."

Who wants to read any collection of books, since there is no Tom Riddle, he will not waste time in the library, that is definitely the most hated thing in Draco's life, none of them.

"Since you are so persistent, then..."

"Slytherin!"

Draco finally heard the shabby hat on his head call out Slytherin, and he took it off his head and put it back on the stool like he'd seen the devil.Draco saw Dumbledore wink at him as he walked towards the Slytherin table.

"Oh, what happened to Draco? You stayed up there for so long?" Pansy looked at Draco sitting beside her, and handed him a drink.

"That old hat must be broken, he actually wanted to assign me to Ravenclaw, can you imagine? I'm a Malfoy!" Draco growled impatiently.

Pansy covered her mouth and giggled, which successfully took Draco's anger to another level.

"Harry Potter!"

Draco was trying to vent his anger around when he heard Scarhead's name.Just today, Draco has not seen his arch-rival, the Scarhead Savior, because Draco has been thinking about Professor Lauder's problems all afternoon, and he has no time to trouble Scarhead and Red-haired. Draco raised an eyebrow and turned his gaze away.

Still a mess of black hair, messy on the top of the head, a pair of outdated round glasses on the face, and the iconic lightning scar...

Ok?

Draco stared uncertainly at Scar's forehead again, it was smooth there, not to mention the scar, not even a single pimple.