Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

The light suddenly became brighter. Tom squinted his eyes slightly. After he got used to it, he began to look at the environment in front of him. The candlelight suspended in the air and the students sitting around the long table slowly changed and rotated like countless stars. The night sky and the dirty hat in front of the professor's chair...

For the first time, he had an extremely urgent idea. Tom prayed silently with a dark face, that hat that is singing must be! It must not be a prop for the branch!

"Whoever's name is read, come up~ sit on the stool..."

The professor's words completely shattered Tom's extravagant hopes. Dumbledore looked happily at the ugly little wizard below and grinned a few times.

The single-file line continued to move forward. When Tom heard his name, he clenched his fists and pursed his lips. He smoothed the wrinkles on his robe and slowly walked up. He sat on a high stool and a shadow fell in front of his eyes. The next second, I heard the hat on my head shout, "Slytherin!"

Jumping off the stool and bowing slightly to the professor next to him, Tom walked to the quietest long table. After his eyes swept over the platinum color, he went straight to the end of the long table. If there really is an angel in this world, it must not be him. But the one who sits in the first place.

Tom lowered his head, as if he couldn't hear the whispers in his ears, and only the beautiful figure he saw just now remained in his mind.

"Ha! The down-and-out half-blood actually entered Slytherin. Tsk, it's really annoying..."

Abraxas chuckled lightly. Although he was a little unhappy in his heart, he still kept a perfect fake smile on his face. The Sorting Hat just touched the new student's hair and he was sorted into Slytherin. Is it because of talent or blood? Woolen cloth?

Volga glared at Brent warningly, and saw Abraxas' smile with curiosity. She wanted to know what aroused the interest of the Malfoy heir? "What are you laughing at? Did you find anything interesting~"

There was no answer. When Abraxas heard that the principal's speech had ended, he took the lead in applauding gently. After he picked up the tableware, all the Slytherin students began to eat, "I did find something interesting. ."

Volga followed her gaze and looked over. The black-haired freshman wearing a second-hand school robe seemed a bit out of place in this place, but his face... nodded with some understanding. She already knew the senior's preferences well. , which is in line with the aesthetics of the Malfoy family.

"Your thoughts are really..." Abraxas sighed helplessly, slowing down his meal so that Riddle could imitate his actions, "I wouldn't do anything to a new student."

Holding the cup to her mouth, Volga's eyes flashed. This was not necessarily true. After all, she had seen many men and women approaching Abraxas in the past two years. Unfortunately, he had too high a standard. There's not a single one I can like.

Now a handsome new kid has arrived. Will he be able to devour him in one bite after raising him for a few years?

"Don't speak too early~ The little princess of the Bulstrode family will not be happy to see who you are interested in~"

Instantly losing his appetite, Abraxas's gray eyes flashed with coldness. He didn't dislike the marriage between families, but if the other party wanted to interfere with his life for no good reason, he wouldn't mind doing something, "The Malfoy family The future mistress... doesn’t need to live forever, right~”