Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

After waiting for a while, he heard a knock on the door. Tom stood up and let the person in. He closed his eyes and suppressed his anger. "I think you should know who caused those rumors about me casting a curse?!"

Without any feeling of guilt, Abraxas tilted his head, reached out to tuck the loose hair on the side of the other person's face behind his ears, and pinched the pink earlobe, "Ha~ Isn't this good? I'm causing trouble for you. There are a lot fewer people there, and you have more time to spend in the library.”

The slightly cool touch made Tom take a small step back unnaturally, and his damn heart began to beat erratically again. Such a strange yet familiar feeling made him a little irritated, "I don't want to explain it to the professors one by one!"

Tom thought of the scrutinizing look Professor Dumbledore looked at him today, and the grievance in his heart continued to rise. It was obvious that he had done nothing wrong, but in the heart of his most respected professor, his evaluation was once again lowered. This feeling was simply terrible. .

Sensing the little boy's somewhat disappointed mood, Abraxas stretched out his hand to rub the other person's head, and said softly, "Okay, it's my fault... How about I give you two gifts for Christmas?"

Patting the hand on his head, Tom curled his lips in disdain. Who cares about bullshit gifts? What he wants is a calm learning environment! "I don't have that many Galleons to give you in return!"

As if he liked the feeling of touching his head, Abraxas' palms felt a little itchy, and he couldn't help but rub Huashun's dark hair again. He pulled back his hand in time before the little boy got angry, and raised his eyebrows with a slight smile. "Compared with the gifts bought with Galleons, I prefer the ones you made with your own hands. I will look forward to it... Good night, my little Tom~ Do you want me to give you a good night kiss?"

He pursed his lips, opened the door, and politely asked the person out of his dormitory. After locking the door, Tom breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his hand blankly to the top of his head, as if there was still residual warmth there, "Damn...good night. A kiss? A kiss that makes people depraved is pretty much..."

Sitting in front of the desk, Tom took out his magic wand and said, "Orchids are blooming..." As the spell fell, a bouquet of flowers bloomed from the tip of the wand. Unsatisfied with the cancellation of the spell, Tom rolled his eyes and nodded casually on the table. quill pen, a black tulip suspended in the air.

As long as he doesn't take the initiative to cancel the transformation, this gift will always remain as it is now, as elegant and noble as the one he saw in his dream. I'm sure that guy will like it.

Tom carefully put the prepared gift into the crystal bottle. Thinking that he did not have an owl, he sighed and left the dormitory unhappily. He had better send the damn gift out in advance!

"Are you here to ask me for a good night kiss~ I'm happy to..." Abraxas leaned against the door, teasing the red-faced little wizard with interest. He was a little surprised when he saw the other person biting his lower lip and holding out the crystal bottle. received his Christmas gift.

Just when he was about to say something, Abraxas saw that the other party had already trotted away, and shook his head in a funny way. If only this awkward little guy knew, the flower language of the Night Queen is... Confession of love, melancholy love, eternity Will you smash the gift to pieces in shame and anger?

Not knowing what the gift he gave meant, Tom returned to the dormitory and threw himself on the bed. That bastard... couldn't he just put on his nightgown? Sooner or later he will be swallowed up!