Dark Lord, please let go

Slytherin's cellar is located at the bottom of the lake, which is humid all year round and accompanied by an unbearably cold atmosphere, but despite this, Draco is very grateful that he can stand in front of Slytherin's cellar again.

The fire in the semi-circular fireplace in the lounge is burning brightly, making the supposedly dark cellar warm enough. A comfortable dark green sofa is placed in the center of the lounge.There are several bookcases beside the wall, on which all kinds of books are neatly placed.

Marcello Carlo, the prefect of Slytherin, stood in front of the freshmen and said: "I am Marcello Carlo, the prefect of Slytherin. This is the lounge of Slytherin, and it is also where you will live in the future." A place and a place to rest. The Head of Slytherin is Professor Slughorn, who is also our Potions Professor. Slytherins take honors above all else, and I hope to see dark green decorations in the dining room at the end of the school year."

Marcello paused, his eyes scanned all the freshmen, and finally fell on Draco, "Every grade in Slytherin has a year chief to assist the prefects in managing the academy, and the first year chief will be selected today , Those who want to become the chief of the first grade can come out."

Grade chief?The corner of Draco's mouth twitched unnaturally. He remembered that he didn't choose the head of the grade when he entered school, or that there was no one among the first-year freshmen who could directly become the head of the grade, so he had to choose.Or... Marcello had to do it because of another Malfoy.

Draco has no interest in the head of the year. Thinking about what he did last time, he didn't do anything except lead the Slytherin students to trouble the Scarhead Savior, and he didn't even get the Academy Cup Pass.

The first-year freshmen all set their sights on Draco. Although it was impossible to determine whether Draco was a child of the Malfoy family, he had the standard Malfoy appearance, elegant manners, and Abraxas Malfoy. Fu's show of favor made the first-year freshmen believe that Draco must have an inevitable connection with the Malfoy family.

Seeing that the freshmen were waiting for him to express his opinion first, Draco was not surprised. He smirked at everyone and took half a step back, expressing that he was not interested in the head of the grade at all.

Seeing that Draco didn't want to be the head of the grade, everyone looked away.Tom, who was on the side, looked at Draco as if he was looking at an idiot.

The head of the first grade was a handsome boy named Kasim Shaker. The corner of Kasim's mouth was always upturned, with a trace of indifference, which reminded Draco of his good friend Blaise Zabini, without the trouble of Tom Riddle, Draco thinks he can get along well with Kassim.

With all the problems solved, Draco and Tom found the dorms marked with their names, Draco and Tom in one, and Devlin's on the other side.

After entering the bedroom, Draco threw himself on the four-poster bed surrounded by dark green velvet without hesitation.

There was a sound of closing the door behind him, and Tom said while taking off his school robe, "Deverin would prefer to live in the same dormitory with us."

Draco sat up from the bed, and said lazily, sarcastically, "Oh, that would be a disaster. I don't understand why the Sorting Hat would put a Hufflepuff in Slytherin."

Tom didn't answer Draco's question, and in fact Draco didn't expect an answer from Tom.Tom just squinted at Draco and said after a while, "Why don't you want to be Head of Year?"

"Why should I be the head of the year?" Draco frowned and asked back, "I don't want to draw attention to others, I just want to graduate from Hogwarts smoothly." By the way, it prevents you from getting the support of the Malfoy family.Draco added in his mind.

In the last school life, Draco's mind was always focused on how to provoke the savior, and now, he had to think about how to prevent Tom from becoming the Dark Lord.Why can't his school life be spent peacefully?Obviously, the Scarhead Savior and the Dark Lord are sworn enemies, why should he get involved? This is really a tragedy.

Seeing Draco's gloomy expression, Tom narrowed his obsidian eyes, "Draco, I have to remind you, it's impossible for you not to attract people's attention, don't forget you and Malfoy Similar looks."

Speaking of this, Tom looked at Draco's expression as if he swallowed a slug mockingly, "Whether you will become the chief or not, you are destined to attract the attention of that Malfoy. Or, you can put your little Share the secret with me."

"Never!" Draco said incredulously, "I'm the Tom you grew up with, nothing else!"

"Grow up together?" Tom raised his eyebrows, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth. "Perhaps, you can continue to keep your little secrets, anyway, I will know sooner or later—" Tom paused, re-examined Draco's expression, and found that the other party didn't waver at all, before shaking his head Without going back to the bathroom.

The conversation ended here, and this was the first time Tom offered to know Draco's little secret, but Draco didn't care, Tom was just a freshman like him now, even if his magic talent was good, it was impossible In the first grade, he learned the profound magic of Legilimency.

Draco still has time, maybe he has pulled Tom to the opposite side of the Malfoy family before Tom emerges, or has transformed Tom into someone who will definitely not become the Dark Lord.Of course, he was skeptical about this.

The next morning, when Draco opened his eyes, he was at a loss for a moment. He didn't know where he was, and he didn't know why he appeared in Slytherin's dormitory again, until Tom beside him made a sound. , he came back to his senses.

Tom watched Draco sit up from the bed, looking at the pillars of the four-poster bed with a confused face, as if he didn't understand how he slept in this room.

"Draco, if you continue to stay in bed in a daze, I'm afraid you won't be able to make breakfast." Tom reminded kindly while smiling.

Draco came back to his senses, and at a glance he saw Tom Riddle holding a stack of books, fully dressed and ready to go out. "Why are you up so early?" Draco said as he pulled on his clothes.

Tom looked sideways at Draco, who was still struggling with the robe, slightly pursed his lips and said, "I have an appointment with Devlin to go to the restaurant—"

Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door mixed with Devlin's voice from outside, "Tom, have you packed it?"

"I'm going to the restaurant." After Tom finished speaking, he left the dormitory without looking back, and went to the restaurant with Devlin.

"...Damn Tom Riddle!" Looking at Tom's back, Draco gritted his teeth in displeasure, unable to express what he felt.Although he thought that he was with Tom Riddle all the time because of his parents, but this time Tom went to the restaurant with his new friends without any regrets, which made him very unhappy.

Couldn't a Malfoy be as good as a Hufflepuff idiot?

Impatiently putting on his robe, Draco walked out of the dormitory holding his second-hand textbooks in disgust.The Slytherin lounge was very quiet, but Draco still caught sight of Kassim Shaker, who became the head of the year yesterday, sitting lazily on the dark green sofa, and beside him, Surrounded by a few Slytherin freshmen.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Kasim raised his head, "Good morning—" he greeted Draco, but his eyes stayed on Draco's meticulous platinum head, "—I can Call you Draco? I'm Kassim Shaker, and I think you can call me Kassim."

Kassim Shaker stood up and held out his right hand to Draco.

"Of course." Draco smirked at Kassim Shaker, then took Kassim's hand.Although he couldn't figure out what the intention of the head of the grade was, Draco didn't take it to heart.The other party was just a kid, an 11-year-old kid, and I was 22.Draco said in his heart.

Kasim was very satisfied with Draco's performance, although he was not sure if Draco was a Malfoy child, but at least Draco was a standard Slytherin.

Kasim didn't stand at the front of the line, he didn't want to annoy Abraxas when he wasn't sure what Draco had to do with the Malfoys, so he walked by Draco's side.

On the way to the restaurant, Draco could feel that the students from other colleges were very interested in Draco, and even most of their eyes were on his platinum head, which made Draco Somewhat annoyed.

"They stared at me with such eyes, Merlin's beard." Draco glanced at the students of other colleges in disgust, wishing to appear in the dining room immediately to avoid these annoying sights.

"Of course, Draco." Cassim beside him chuckled, "Everyone is so curious, isn't it?"

Hearing what Kasim meant, Draco shut his mouth in time, he had no interest in explaining his identity.

Tom and Devlin were making their own breakfast. The first class of the day was Professor Dumbledore's Transfiguration class, which made Tom not very interested. After all, Dumbledore's eyes on him were not very kind.

While eating, I heard a sudden noise from outside the restaurant.

"What happened?" Devlin looked up in confusion.

Tom also put down the knife and fork, and moved his gaze to the entrance of the restaurant. There were already a circle of people there, including students from the four colleges. Tom vaguely saw the familiar platinum color in the crowd.