Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

In the Slytherin common room, Leander looked at the school girl who had the same expression with a cold face, "Volga... If you can make that guy put away that stupid expression, I will give it to you. Offer generous rewards..."

With squinting eyes and a look of disdain on his face, Volga raised an eyebrow, "Do you think the Black family is short of money?" After talking about the heirs of the Greengrass family, Volga narrowed his eyes and stepped on the platinum noble's shoe. , crushing him back and forth, "Abraxas! How long are you going to show this... silly smile for a whole week? Even you can make people feel a little... scary."

He was sweating coldly and wanted to hold his foot and cry out in pain. Abraxas clenched his fists with a pale face and kept telling himself in his heart that this didn't hurt at all. As long as he didn't pay attention to the damn instep, the pain would stay away from him. , "Wolga, you are truly a qualified lady...it hurts so much!"

Abraxas regained his composure, picked up the long-lost aristocratic demeanor, and carefully treasured that night in his mind. He would never be with anyone else in his life. His little guy was so cute when he was shy, even though he was very shy. , really wanted to show off to everyone, "Thank you very much for not speaking out your true thoughts. How long do you think Secretary Leonard Spencer-Moon can stay in this position?"

Liandre raised his eyebrows in surprise, and pressed his beating temples. How come everyone in the Malfoy family likes to play this kind of game? This is the current head of the Malfoy family, what are you going to do? Or did Abraxas have something on his mind? "That minister is more vocal than his predecessor, especially when it comes to dealing with Grindelwald."

Abraxas lowered his eyes and said nothing, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the armrest. Not only that, Moon's relationship with Muggle Prime Minister Winston Churchill was also very harmonious. Don't worry, there is still time, right? His little The guy wants to ascend to the throne, how can he not provide help and clear the obstacles from the outside world for him?

"Maybe I should pay more attention to...those Mudbloods..."

Rolling his eyes vaguely, Volga shook his head and sighed in his heart. He didn't know who was trapped. Did Abraxas clearly understand what kind of feelings he had for the hybrid? They kept saying that Malfoy would never fall in love with anyone, but what about the reality? You actually want to imitate your ancestors and control a puppet minister?

"It's hopeless, Leandre... having such a 'brother-in-law' is your greatest misfortune, and I deeply regret it~"

Lowering his head, pursed his lips, and suppressing the desire to curse the other party, Leandre sighed faintly, "What can I do...Compared to other pure-blooded wastes, this idiot is more suitable for Olivia. Shut your ears, Volga, I want to curse..."

Taking a long breath, Abraxas raised his chin slightly and glanced at the two people who despised him coldly. Hum, what do these two guys know? His little guy's bloodline will make all purebloods crazy about him. As long as there is enough time for that genius to grow up, everyone will look up to him in the future, and he...

His mood dropped instantly. Abraxas didn't know where he would be at that time, standing in the corner like everyone else and offering his loyalty? Or leave silently? The only thing he was sure of was that he couldn't accept that the person standing next to him was not him...