Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"...I will tell Madam Pomfrey that you are getting worse...let it go! Or I will chop off your claws!"

"Don't let go!" Dumbledore was extremely stubborn, craning his neck and rolling his eyes, "Unless... you agree to search for the seeds of the Whomping Willow!"

"M!! Thunderbolt explosion!"

The few times he cursed, Tom walked out of the principal's office with a livid face. He was an exchange student, right?

Durmstrang, right? Okay!

Today he was going to achieve a win-win situation. Did Dumbledore really think that he would take back the collection of books that fell into his hands one day?

Fox: .....

Tsk tsk tsk, 0.5 wins and 250 losses, his old friend is really miserable...

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After finally taking a break, Tom returned to Malfoy Manor, completely transformed into a 'clingy spirit', and followed Abraxas.

"...Aha..."

Looking up and sighing, Abraxas pulled the arm around him from his waist, "Tom... I just want to attend a banquet..."

"I'm not trying to 'seduce' anyone..."

Helpless and amused, Abraxas raised his hand and pinched Tom's bulging cheeks, "I will change this dress... and you will choose it?"

"......good..."

Tom was picky about looking for suitable clothes in the cloakroom. No matter which one... he was wearing better than what Abu was wearing!

Damn... who made the dress? Why does it fit so well? The waistline is so tight...

Those who think about dirty things will definitely be able to keep their eyes away from Abu's tight and slender legs!

"........."

Leaning against the doorframe, Abraxas looked at Tom's red eyes with great interest. The strange scarlet color suited the handsome face very well...

Do you want Tom to try and show off like this in the future?

"Abu...you are distracted..."

With a dissatisfied snort, Tom opened his mouth and nibbled Abraxas' neck. After hearing the gasping sound, he released his mouth and stuck out his tongue to lick it.

"It hurts?"

"...No...let me see...you chose...uh..."

Staring at the pure black cloak floating in the air, Abraxas swallowed hard. This thing...he could swear that it was definitely not his!

"dislike?"

"I...like it very much..."

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Lucius stood at the door of the manor, waved goodbye to his dark father, turned to look at his satisfied godfather, and sighed tiredly.

"Father will be laughed at..."

"I would like to see who lives impatiently...Lucius, don't relax during the holidays. I hope you can preview next year's courses in advance..."

Tom put away his smile and lowered his eyes to look down at Little Platinum who had a disapproving look on his face, "There is also the practice of magic spells, the Ministry of Magic has nothing to do with it..."

Severus:..........

I'm so envious...I really want to have a magic wand as soon as possible...

Lucius:............

I shouldn't be here... I want to die...

Covering his head in pain, Lucius frowned and walked back to the manor. Lucius was lucky to have a godfather who was a descendant of Slytherin...