Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Closing the black magic book, Labustan nodded, stood up and walked towards the corridor of the boys' dormitory. If Rodolphus hadn't been his younger brother...

Maybe he would just kill the troublesome idiot instead of writing a letter advising his father to take the idiot home to 'recuperate'.

The two entered Labustan's dormitory. Lucius sat on the sofa, took the teacup from the other party and put it aside, looking at the neat room with interest.

"........"

Rabstan was tired of such silence and temptation. Like his father, he admired that adult very much, not only for his noble bloodline, but also for his incomparable strength.

If Rodolphus's character hadn't been too extreme, it wouldn't have mattered who the head of the family was, right?

"Malfoy...what do you want from me..."

"what...."

Opening his mouth in pretense of shock, Lucius withdrew his gaze and propped his chin with one hand in distress, "Senior Lestrange...what you said really makes me sad~"

"As your junior, shouldn't I care about you? After all, the brother you have always tolerated...is now seriously ill..."

Labustan's eyes gradually turned cold. He was not an irrational lunatic, but he could also become that kind of person...

"Rodolphus will receive the care he deserves...Father...has hired the best therapist. I believe he will be able to return to Hogwarts soon..."

Lucius nodded with emotion, his cold gray-blue eyes filled with worry, "That's it... you are indeed an ancient family..."

"But... such a serious illness still needs to be treated thoroughly, what do you think?"

".......certainly..."

Smiling, Lucius stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his robe, "The happy time is always short. Next year...seniors will leave Hogwarts..."

"I will give you a gift for senior...to celebrate your becoming the next head of the Lestrange family..."

After sending Lucius away, Rabstan closed the door again, closed his eyes and suppressed the powerlessness in his heart. The ancient family...

"Oh, it's really ironic, Malfoy..."

Picking up the black magic book again, Labustan found that his mood could not be calmed at all. He was overwhelmed by the ridicule and disdain in Lucius's tone...

What else could he do but endure it?

"...loyalty...loyalty...to whom should I give my loyalty...Malfoy..."

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Back in his dormitory, Lucius lay on the bed without any image, his eyes dull as he tried to imagine what his father would have done when he was young.

Is it like him, playing with stupid guys, looking for suitable puppets?

Don’t trust anyone else except yourself. Use busyness to forget the emptiness in your heart.

"Huh...how could it be...my father has his godfather...and me...who is there next to me..."

Lucius twitched his lips and closed his eyes. He... must become the 'most qualified' head of the family, close his heart and shoulder his own responsibilities.

Carrying the name of Malfoy, he cautiously walked on the tightrope with no end in sight.

The current glory and fame will one day disappear when the godfather and father leave...

He must...form his own team before that.

No matter what means he uses, no matter whether he... is willing or not...

Excessive emotions will make people fragile and become a factor of instability. He must completely eliminate this possibility...

"Prince...hehe...hehe...there are still four years left...enjoy the comfortable time now...Severus...I will choose the right whetstone for you..."

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While contacting the potion under Brutus' supervision, Severus' nose itched and he turned around and sneezed.

'Zizzi...zizi...'

"Ahhhh!! Armor protection!!!"

'Boom! '

Brutus patted his chest, looked down at the annoyed little wizard, grinned a few times, "It seems Luke is thinking about you..."

"Wait...why didn't any of them think of me!?"

The person being comforted changed. Severus pursed his lips and handed over the handkerchief, "Wipe your tears..."

"Aaaaaaaah!!! Sifu~~can you be my grandson?"

Brutus hugged Severus tightly and accidentally strangled the thin guy until he almost died, "Ah...I'm sorry...??????"

Coming back from the brink of death again, Severus rubbed his aching ribs, his mind racing, recalling the recipe for the throat-sealing gas.

"I'm going to take a shower..."

After leaving the potion room with a straight face, Severus returned to his bedroom, reached out and took off the pocket watch from his neck, "...Idiot..."

There was still a month before the Christmas holiday, and he had to go to Diagon Alley before that to pick out gifts that fit the Malfoy family's taste...

".....damn it..."

Carefully placing the pocket watch next to the pillow, Severus frowned, choosing a gift was simply the most difficult thing in the world.

Those flashy jewelry were no different from stones in his eyes. If Lucius hadn't told him, he wouldn't even know...

There are so many things to pay attention to when giving a gift to others!

"........."

Cursing under his breath, Severus walked into the bathroom. What he needed more now was to wash away the smell of the potion from his body...

Even he couldn't try to convince himself that the mist that rose when the potion was brewed... smelled good.

Rubbing his sticky hair in disgust, Severus sighed, turned on the faucet and enjoyed the hot water.

There's no such guy here....

Malfoy Manor has indeed become a bit deserted.

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Sirius raised his head and looked at his father dissatisfied, "I don't want to go to a boring party, and I don't know those people!"

"....Don't forget your identity, Sirius...the heir to the Fudge family is born. As the eldest son of the Black family...and the next head of the family, you must go."

Orion stared at his son, his tone and eyes were the same, cold and without any warmth.