[HP] Abu's Lucky Journey

74.

Although the history of magic is one of the compulsory courses for nobles, it is clear that many truths will not be recorded in the history books at all.Draco was dumbfounded when Abraxas said it clearly - such a thing, he had never thought about it.

"How can Gryffindor be a knight?!" he retorted loudly. "He...he is Godric Gryffindor!"

Perhaps the little snakes always dislike the cubs who are classmates as being too dull, too stupid, and too annoying, but the lion ancestors are obviously different.In Draco's imagination, the Lion Ancestor should be like the Snake Ancestor, heroic, pure-blooded, and powerful—rather than, he used to be a lackey of the Holy See...

Abraxas glanced at him, and immediately guessed what the little boy was thinking.He patted Draco's head and told him: "Many knights in the Holy See are also wizards, but they are physically strong, and they are much more powerful than simple wizards. It is not easy for Gryffindor to choose a wizard in the end. Dear , you are still young, you don’t know what it’s like to feel involuntarily.”

Although he didn't really know it himself, he understood it somewhat better than Draco.Gryffindor, who used to be a knight, has not hunted and killed wizards?Did Gryffindor, who later became a wizard, confront his former companions again?

Of course, history is just history after all, and it becomes a story when it is told.Abraxas scratched his head, coaxing Draco to sleep. "Okay, don't think too much, it's good that you know these things happened, and it has nothing to do with us now."

Draco nodded obediently, lying on the bed and holding Abraxas tightly. "Tell me the story of our ancestors next time? Okay?"

Sure enough, it was regarded as a bedtime story.Abraxas chuckled in his heart, bent down and kissed his forehead. "good."

75.

When Draco fell into a deep sleep, Abraxas sneaked out of the cellar and went to Dumbledore's office with ease.

Only the old principal was in the office, and he seemed to be reviewing documents.Abraxas stood aside and looked around, but found nothing wrong. After waiting for a long time, he left without finding anything.

—He didn't know that after he left, Dumbledore looked at the hourglass that seemed to be just for decoration, and said something to himself.

"Was it just Abraxas...or Tom?"

76.

After Abraxas left the principal's office, he went straight to the library.

The library was empty in the middle of the night, he wandered into the restricted|book area, and found an old poem among the murmurs, because he couldn't get it, he sat down against the bookshelf.

This book is not the original, the original is more worn and older than it is.Abraxas still remembers the scene when he presented it to his boyfriend as if offering a treasure. Thomas liked challenges, but he was not resentful that the other party was better than himself in everything, so coquettishly threatened him to translate the entire poem.Thomas really translated the entire poem, and he even discovered the subtle logic between the lines, and found that this poem was actually an ancient diary.

Praise to Thomas for his amazing intelligence!Alas... I don't know where Thomas from the other world found me.Abraxas couldn't hide his disappointment, not because he was disappointed with Thomas, but because he was worried that they were worried about him.In fact, except for the strange world he came to, he actually had a pretty good life.

Lucius is filial, and Draco is cute. Although Dumbledore and Grindelwald gave him a big blow one after another, they still can't knock him down.

but……

"Speaking of which, where is the Thomas of this world?" Abraxas finally came to his senses.No way, Thomas had always been unique in his heart, and Draco had let him forget about that when he told him he was married.

But, no matter what, there must be a Thomas in this world... At least one Tom Riddle, right?

So the next day, Lucius received a letter of inquiry.He sat in the study and pondered for a long time, but he still asked Narcissa to write a reply, using the excuse that he was not at home on a business trip and could not answer.

Of course, this excuse is not very clever. Abraxas squinted his eyes and looked at the reply letter for a while, and immediately knew that Lucius was not going to give him an answer.Recalling his previous attitude, he silently made two guesses in his heart.

Either Tom Riddle was dead, and an ignominious death; or Tom Riddle was alive, but he was Malfoy's enemy.No matter how you look at it, the latter is more likely.

Abraxas suddenly became depressed again—what's it like to be an enemy of Thomas?He never thought about it.

77.

On Halloween, the whole Hogwarts is decorated and lively.Exquisite jack-o-lanterns are decorated throughout the hall, and the glowing lights make the smiles on the faces of the students extraordinarily warm.

Abraxas was dissatisfied, and whispered in Draco's ear about Muggle Halloween—dressing up as ghosts and making trouble without candy, both interesting and special.Draco also found it interesting to hear it, but he didn't have the idea of ​​trying it - he was not as receptive as Abraxas, and he was always somewhat repelled by Muggle activities.

If it weren't for Professor Quirrell's sudden intrusion, then this would probably be a perfect Halloween night.But the potato head suddenly appeared, and rushed to the front of the teacher's seat, panting, with a face full of panic: "The giant—in the basement classroom—I thought you knew—"

"Ah!—" The little wizards immediately burst into screams of terror.Most of them have read about magical creatures like trolls. Who would like dirty, disgusting and dangerous trolls?

The scene was a little out of control for a while, and Dumbledore made himself a loud voice, and yelled several times before he stabilized the situation.

Several deans immediately called out the senior students and asked them to lead the lower grade students back to the dormitory.Abraxas pressed Draco's shoulders, protecting him as he walked in the middle of the crowd.Although he couldn't figure out how there would be trolls in Hogwarts, he would not expose his heir under the age of 12 to any danger.

It wasn't until he returned to the cellar and Draco settled down that Abraxas was relieved. He changed his mind and decided to see what was going on with the troll—how strong the protection of Hogwarts was, and such a troll How can something with brute force and no brains break in by itself?

Of course, he was surprised to find Professor Quirrell rushing away at the corner of the corridor. After hesitating for a moment, Abraxas followed him—of course Quirrell was suspicious, but what he just said about the troll caused confusion , and then sneaked out of the lobby to do bad things?I always feel that such a method is a bit outrageously stupid...

While thinking wildly, he watched Quirrell climb up to the fourth floor, stop at the entrance of the restricted area that he was familiar with, and slipped in.Abraxas floated in, feeling a little depressed, wondering if he was doing it for the Mirror of Erised?

However, Professor Quirrell failed to go any deeper—following Abraxas, Professor Snape in a black robe suddenly appeared and stopped him sharply: "Professor Quirrell! Why are you here? Dumbledore Didn't Lido send you to the medical wing?"

Professor Quirrell's body froze slightly, he turned around, and stammered, "I...I'm worried...the trolls are here..."

"Professor Quirrell, you really understand trolls. Your brain must be no different from that of trolls." Professor Snape snorted angrily. "If your mind is not filled with weeds, you should know that at this time, it is the professor's job to find out those little monsters who don't go to the hall to eat."

"Yes... I, I'll go right away..." Professor Quirrell shrank and said, moving out of the restricted area under Professor Snape's knife-like eyes.But Abraxas noticed a cold murderous look in his eyes, and he sighed inwardly for Head Slytherin.

To be honest, it is quite a powerful thing for a person to be able to live like Snape is pulling hatred all the time.

The author has something to say: To be honest, a person like Snape who pulls hatred all the time can have so many fans, this FEEL is also drunk (shut up)

Anyway, I'm not a professor fan, but I won't black him.But I have never been able to accept snarry—I used to like my mother and then like my son. It’s a lifelong thunder, okay? QAQ (Snarry party, don’t be angry...)