[HP] Abu's Lucky Journey

124.

Abraxas sat on the sofa bored, watching the three little ones in front of him exchanging gifts.

Draco prepared a bunch of things for his friends, including magical products and Muggle supplies. They were packaged exquisitely and coolly and stacked together for the two buddies in front of him.Pansy sent back an assortment of gemstones for him, and Blaise brought a load of Egyptian idiosyncrasies—something he paid off with his winter vacation to Egypt with his mother and new father. rich.

"Look at this." The peachy-eyed young master Zabini took out a small box from the pile of presents, opened it, and found a bunch of weird mummified figurines inside. Pansy and Draco each took one, He held it in his hand and looked at it again and again.

"What's this?" Pansy touched the bandage on the mummy with her pointed nails, and Blaise approached with a smile. "Tricky props, write your name and stuff it in here, that person will be unlucky for several days."

This is actually a kind of black magic product, with a faint curse attached to it.Abraxas raised his eyebrows, wondering who these three little fellows were going to deal with again.

The little guys bumped into each other and got together to criticize the person they thought should write their name, but after thinking about it, they thought it was unnecessary, so they just put the mummy away.But Blaise thought about it, took out two villains, wrote the names of the Weasley twins and stuffed them in.

"Before the holidays, they put a nasal sugar in my cousin's pumpkin juice," he explained to his friends. "Just to see how the effect of this prop is."

"Are they playing a prank again?" Pansy frowned.Her cousin, who was in the same year as the Weasley brothers, complained to her about how annoying the brothers' "pranks" were.

After all, not all pranks will be forgiven, especially for Slytherins who love to pretend to be X, most of the pranks that damage the image can make them angry enough.

"Should I say it's lucky that Weasley in our grade is an idiot?" Draco laughed mockingly, and the other two guys laughed too.

125.

When Abraxas and Draco returned to the dormitory together, Thomas was already sitting in the dormitory watching the Daily Prophet.The shrunken Alger lay on his lap, obediently pretending to be a harmless pet snake.

As soon as Draco entered the door, he jumped happily and hugged Alger, while Abraxas threw himself on Thomas, exchanging a fiery kiss with him. "how are you today?"

"Boring, boring." Thomas put his arms around his waist, looking lazy. "I'll see Dumbledore this afternoon."

"So fast?" Abraxas helped him straighten the black hair around his ears, a little worried. "No problem."

"Better sooner than later." Thomas smiled at him. "Defense Against the Dark Arts starts tomorrow."

"Huh?" Hearing this, Draco immediately raised his head with bright eyes. "Really? Are you really the one teaching us this class?"

"Of course." Abraxas answered him. "You have to take the class well, and just take this class as black magic."

——That's right, no matter what class the Dark Lord takes, it must be about Dark Arts!

Thinking of this, Abraxas immediately laughed and fell into Thomas's arms, pulling his face and asking him, "It's a good thing you weren't asked to study white magic, otherwise what would you do!"

Thomas gave him a blank look, and didn't bother to pay attention to him - if white magic and black magic were really so clearly distinguished, then the so-called white magician would die.

126.

Although he felt that basically no one could make his soul mate suffer, when Thomas set off to find Dumbledore, Abraxas couldn't help but follow him.

"I just want to see your heroism!" Of course, to Thomas, he has always spoken so righteously, and he will never say that he is actually worried.

Thomas didn't feel anything, nodded and took him with him.He had asked Lucius to greet Dumbledore in advance, and he walked into the headmaster's office carelessly, not afraid that no one would be found. The old headmaster sat behind the desk and looked at him with squinted eyes.

"Professor Dumbledore, long time no see." He took off his gloves and shook Dumbledore's hand with a courteous and gentle attitude, which was exactly the attitude of a good student meeting a teacher. "Do you remember me?"

"Of course, Tom." The good teacher, Headmaster Dumbledore, also smiled gently and patted his hand. "How could I forget an excellent student like you."

If it's the stupid version of Voldemort, it's time to blow up.But Thomas' expression remained unchanged. He put a bunch of candies on the desk, "Here." He sat opposite him calmly. "You may not know that I have changed my name to Thomas Slytherin now. But I haven't been back for so many years, so it's no wonder you don't know."

Putting it this way, Tom Riddle had nothing to do with Voldemort.Abraxas lay on Thomas's back with his arms around his neck, silently speechless, not knowing what he wanted to do.

The two talked back and forth for a while, always maintaining a peaceful and friendly attitude.Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them, and when he looked up at Thomas again, he had a strange look on his face. "Although I don't really believe it...but Tom's soul is not stable, you——should be him from another world."

It was no surprise that Thomas raised his eyebrows like this. "I thought you'd figured it out from the start!"

Dumbledore asked him, "What do you want me to do when you come to see me?"

"Oh, I'm here to apply for the professorship of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Thomas said seriously. "I hope this time, you don't refuse."

In an instant, Dumbledore felt as if he had returned to decades ago - the young man who had just graduated sat in front of him and said that he wanted to apply for the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.The black-haired wizard in front of him was still as handsome and extraordinary as before, but he was already a gray-haired old man.

"Do you think I'll say yes?" He looked at the smiling Slytherin in front of him. "If you want to duel with him, do you have to choose Hogwarts?"

"Why would the professor think so? Of course I do it for the face of Hogwarts and Slytherin." In front of him, Thomas was unwilling to tell the truth. "Besides, the savior is here too. If something happens one day, with me here, at least I can protect my juniors and girls."

Dumbledore only felt a bone-chilling chill in his heart: "You want to use Harry as bait?"

Thomas smiled reservedly.

"I've finished speaking, Professor, you'd better tell the others about my new identity as soon as possible." He stood up and winked at Dumbledore. "Otherwise—I don't know what's going to happen next."

"Also—do you think a Slytherin really needs you to agree to my application?"

After finishing speaking, he walked to the sorting hat on the shelf beside him, grabbed the dirty hat, ignored its ear-piercing screams, and pulled out a golden long sword from the hat!

Dumbledore's face changed, he never expected that he could draw the sword of Gryffindor!But the Sorting Hat was already twisting, cursing loudly: "You are so rude! How could you do this!"

"Shut up, it's too noisy." Thomas glared at it, and the Sorting Hat shook and groaned. "Thomas, really like Thomas, with such a bad temper..."

"This, I took it." Thomas shook the Gryffindor sword in his hand, and walked away with Abraxas.

Dumbledore watched him leave blankly, and after a while, he looked at the Sorting Hat strangely. "...why was he able to take the sword of Gryffindor?"

"Why can't he take it?" the Sorting Hat asked him. "That sword was originally made by Salazar for Godric, and it belonged to Slytherin!" In fact, those two people were originally a family.

The old principal was completely speechless.

The author has something to say: In fact, in my mind, if magic is divided into black and white, it must first be elemental magic, but because HP is not as high as X-dot text, and there are too many bugs, so I will not mention it...

Collect all four holy relics, and you can summon Servants!Well, just kidding, if you write about the ancestors again, you may not be able to finish writing another [-] words...

I still really want to write though! (tears)