Dark Lord, please let go

Tom Riddle purposely chose the box that he often sat with Draco in the past, but he was not sure if the current Draco Malfoy knew his own Draco, if not...

Tom squinted his eyes and took out a parchment from the suitcase he was carrying. Although he stared at the contents of the book, he didn't actually read a single letter. The first" meeting was in private, and Tom really wanted to know what Draco's face would look like when he saw him.

This expectation lasted until the door of the box was pushed open.

Draco, who was younger than his impression, raised his chin high, and pushed open the door of the box like a proud peacock. Behind him were two short and fat boys, just like bodyguards Standing behind Draco.

Tom would bet that the 11-year-old Draco was stunned for a moment when he saw his face, as if he saw something that could never happen.

It was the Draco I knew, and he really came back...

Tom couldn't help but raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes fell greedily on Draco.He couldn't remember how long he hadn't seen his beloved boy, six years?Or seven years?

After Tom used Dementor on Abraxas and knew everything, he couldn't sleep every night. The thought of Draco going back to a world without him 60 years later made Tom feel overwhelmed. Every minute of it is unbearable.

Fortunately, he finally saw Draco now.

"Good afternoon, children."

Although Tom wanted to pull Draco into his arms more, but when he saw Draco saw his body that became stiff for a moment, he gave up this idea, and just squinted at Draco greedily, It seems that I want to make up for all these years.

"Are you freshmen in the first grade?"

Tom saw Draco's expression of gnashing his teeth because of his few words, but his heart became more and more happy. At least Draco would still change his emotions because of his actions, he was still in Draco's heart, wasn't he?

But the next moment, Tom's good mood disappeared without a trace, and a fat boy standing behind Draco leaned close to Draco's ear, his chubby head was already attached to Draco's head. together.

"Draco, who is he?"

There was a tyrannical emotion in Tom's eyes, and he maintained the gentle smile he had become accustomed to, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Looks like I need to introduce myself—"

The three boys in the room finally set their sights on Tom again, "—Lauder, your future professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Professor?" The fat boy who dared to stick next to Draco just now was startled by Tom's words, and the snack rolled from his hand to Tom's feet.

Tom heard another fat boy grunt in disgust at him, then looked up, he looked at Tom and tried not to look too nervous, "Hi, Professor Lauder, I'm Gregory Gao you."

"Hello Professor, I, I'm Vincent Crabbe." Crabbe nervously glanced at the snacks at Tom's feet, and subconsciously put his hand into his pocket.

Then Tom saw a look of rejoicing on Crabbe's face, and it seemed that he had other snacks in his pocket.

"Hello, Goyle, Crabbe." After listening to the introductions of the two fat boys, Tom set his eyes on Draco. But he exposed his guilty conscience.

"Hi Professor, I'm Draco Malfoy." Seeing Draco nod his head slightly, Tom raised the corners of his lips again.

Then, as Tom expected, Draco took his two followers and left the box as if fleeing for their lives. Although Tom regretted that the time spent together was too short, this did not prevent Tom from maintaining a strangely good mood.

After that, other children opened the door of the box one after another, but when they saw a professor sitting here, they left the box and closed the door, choosing another box.

A few minutes before the Hogwarts Express was about to leave, a boy opened the door of the box. He had messy black hair and a pair of round glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, hello, good afternoon, I didn't expect there to be someone in the box." The boy scratched his messy head, "Can I sit here? There are no seats in the other boxes."

"Of course." After Tom casually glanced at the boy, he set his eyes on the book again. After seeing Draco, he had a rare moment to read the contents of the book.

Knowing that the young man didn't intend to help him pack his luggage, the black-haired boy stuffed some oversized suitcases under the chair with great effort, and slumped on the chair as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"Are you a professor at Hogwarts?"

Hearing the boy's voice, a trace of impatience flashed in Tom's eyes, but he still raised his head gently, "Lauder, your future professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Saying this answer again, Tom hoped that the boy would shut up and at least allow himself to read in a quiet environment. Without Draco, he didn't intend to talk to any freshmen.

"Are you the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" The boy looked at Tom in surprise, "Oh, hello professor, I'm Harry, Harry Potter, I heard my dad mentioned you, saying that you are in the Dark Arts You have extraordinary talent in defense, and even Professor Dumbledore is full of praise for you."

This is really ironic, Dumbledore would praise himself in front of other people, and it was Defense Against the Dark Arts?He clearly knew that he was better at black magic than defense.And this Harry Potter...

Must be a Gryffindor, no doubt about it.

"Hello, Harry."

Tom nodded calmly, and slid his fingertips across the parchment again. He hoped that the boy named Harry in front of him could understand that he refused to talk, and at least he could read the book quietly.

However, Gryffindor was obviously not as smart as Slytherin, and Harry was still very happy to chat with Tom. He even mentioned that he liked broomsticks very much, and he was very good at flying.

It made Tom think of Draco, the guy who completely forgot what safety was when he hopped on the broom.

"Oh, Harry, so you're here!"

Harry turned his head and saw his good friend Ron dragging his luggage into the box, and his face was flushing red.

"Why did you come, I thought you were going to miss the train." After Harry finished speaking, he pulled Ron into a chair, "Ron, this is Professor Lauder, he will teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts .”

"Oh, Professor?" Ron finally noticed that there was another person in the box, and his face was a little redder than before. "Oh, good afternoon, Professor, I'm Ron Weasley."

Tom nodded casually, and continued to look down at the book.

"Oh, Harry, you didn't know what I met just now. If you want me to say that those annoying guys must be Slytherins!"

"What happened buddy? How did it take you so long to come to me?"

Ron's eyes were about to burst into flames, "I found an empty box, but then another freshman came in and insisted on letting me out!"

Sometimes Draco's words were very correct. Tom glanced impatiently at Ron who was constantly complaining to Harry. This red-haired Weasley was really annoying.

The room became more and more noisy, which made him regret why he refused Dumbledore's proposal now. He should use Dumbledore's fireplace to go to Hogwarts instead of insisting on sitting in Hogwarts just to see Draco. The Gwartz Express, surrounded by future Gryffindors, is just plain stupid.

There was no silence in Tom's box until the Hogwarts Express stopped.

Leaving the express in a hurry, Tom saw Draco and his friends on the platform, the two attendants he had seen before, and a surprisingly handsome boy with dark skin.But that little girl next to Draco...

Tom's gaze became indifferent. It was obviously a future Slytherin, with his chin raised proudly, looking at other people with an unbearable arrogance.She was right next to Draco, and seemed to have a very close relationship with Draco.

Watching Draco and his friends walk towards Hagrid and get together with other freshmen, Tom slowly looked away, and walked towards Hogwarts carriage with other senior students.As for Draco, Tom wasn't in too much of a hurry, he had enough time now and didn't need to worry about anything.

The thought of Draco being an 11-year-old boy again, annoyed by his own inability to grow old, was surprisingly pleasant to Tom.

The sorting ceremony was no different in Tom's eyes. If he had to say something, it would be more convenient to sit on the teachers' bench and watch Draco.

Tom squinted and watched Draco standing among a group of nervous freshmen. If Tom guessed correctly, this was the third time Draco participated in the Hogwarts sorting ceremony, and it was really a wonderful experience , but Tom guessed Draco didn't want to go through this.

"Draco Malfoy!"

Professor McGonagall finally called Draco's name, and he walked steadily towards the small stool next to McGonagall and sat down.Tom watched as McGonagall held the tattered sorting hat and put it on Draco's head.But to Tom's expectation, the sorting hat didn't shout out "Slytherin", and it was even completely worn on Draco's head. Tom could even imagine Draco's impatient look.

It took enough time for Draco to be sorted this time, until a few minutes later, the sorting hat reluctantly called out Slytherin, and Draco walked towards Slytherin's long table angrily.

Seeing this scene, Tom couldn't help but raised his mouth and laughed, but unexpectedly saw Dumbledore blinking at him. Tom put away his smile and nodded at Dumbledore. He couldn't deny that Dumbledore Lido gave himself enough help, but he still had difficulty developing a good impression of the principal.