Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Turning his head to look at the people around him, Ian raised his chin and silently asked his friends for their opinions. After getting a positive answer, he opened the book again, "History of Magic...how long do you have to memorize it!"

After checking the time, Tom stood up and said goodbye to the two of them. He waited for a while near the black lake. When he heard the cry of eagles, he looked up at the sky and silently retracted his little arms. Apos was getting bigger and bigger and could no longer stop. On his arm, otherwise he would have to go to the hospital wing and lie down for a few days if the claw came off.

Bending down to pick up the bag that fell on the ground, Tom opened it and poured out the Galleons. It was ten Galleons. Bojin Bock was really a qualified businessman. He only sold ten Galleons for such a big pile of alchemy items. .. His eyes darkened, and Tom sneered and put the Galleons in his pocket.

How can you eat your high lofty ideals? Only when you are full can you talk about your ideals..

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After the year-end dinner, Tom stared at his suitcase in trance. After today, will he still have a chance to smell the intoxicating fragrance of flowers? Will he still have a chance to feel that warm embrace? Will he still have the courage... to come back here? Go back to 'home' without that person...

'knock knock'

Taking a deep breath, Tom opened the door to his bedroom and let in the man who had appeared in his dreams countless times, "Abu..."

Abraxas stared down at the black hair. He wanted to reach out but stopped in mid-air. He turned his wrist and put it to his mouth, "Little Tom...will you wait for me?"

Still lowering his head, Tom clenched his fists. He didn't want to raise his head but didn't dare to. He was afraid that he would reach out and hug someone he could never hug like he did at dawn every day, "I... won't wait for anything. people.."

With a slightly trembling voice and slightly swaying hair, Abraxas suddenly felt that he was cruel. If he had not provoked the young man in front of him, would there have been a different result? Was he wrong? He backed away. Taking a small step, Abraxas chuckled, "Ha~ Really...Then I'll wait for you..."

After saying that, Abraxas turned and left. He was right. If he let go, he would regret it for the rest of his life. Whatever Malfoy wanted, no matter what he had experienced, he would definitely get it, even if it cost him, so what? ?

Wanting to yell to vent his unwillingness and grievance, wanting to rush out and grab the leaving figure, wanting to find someone to vent his emotions, wanting to find a damn answer, Tom stared blankly at his shoes. , why can't he do anything, why can't he feel anything.

"Is death...this what it feels like...?"

After the noisy train, the noisy platform, and dragging his luggage back to the cold orphanage, Tom seemed to return to reality. He sat on the cold hard bed and gasped for breath. As expected, he still fit in here, in the dark and cold small space. This is where he should be.

"Ha...ha...it turns out that I am also a hopeless idiot. July 7...is really a magic number..."

Lying on the bed and blocking his eyes, Tom didn't know who he was laughing at, himself or the person who was about to hold the wedding banquet. He wanted to modify his memory countless times, but he understood that even if he erased those past, As long as that person appears in his sight, he will still think of those memories.

"Why are there so many first times with you, a bastard..."

Slowly raising his hand to his lips, Tom recalled the touch he felt in a hazy state, "Not enough..."