[HP] Abu's Lucky Journey

30.

Although Dumbledore had thought of waiting for Draco to play(?) before rearranging Harry's training, he clearly didn't anticipate the inseparable(?) ability of the pseudo-enemies.

So when sneaking through the cellar and seeing the Gryffindor Night Tour trio approaching from the other end of the corridor, Draco's first reaction was: "I brought a cupcake - wow!!"

Abraxas pushed him over, hissed heavily at him, and the sound of footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.He told Draco he was going to have a look, and whized past while telling him to take all the kids away.

Here Harry was still in shock, unexpectedly there was a platinum dragon in his arms, the two of them almost fell to the ground together, it was Hermione and Ron who quickly supported Harry, which prevented the savior and the pseudo-enemy from rolling together group tragedy.

And Pansy and Blaise, who had witnessed Mr. Malfoy's "throwing his arms" towards the savior, looked at each other, and then thinking about what Draco hadn't finished, their eyes couldn't help but become meaningful.

But I didn't know that when Draco went to visit the doctor again in the afternoon, he forced the honest man Neville to say "I like the little cake made by Aunt Narcissa the most", and I was thinking about making Ron say the same thing—that's right , in fact, he was talking to Ron, it just happened that Harry was standing directly opposite him.

Of course, this misunderstanding was not explained at this time, and it will not be necessary to explain it after a long time.As soon as Draco gained a firm foothold, he hurriedly dragged the savior away: "Go! Someone is coming!"

"How do you know..." Ron replied subconsciously, but Hermione pulled him hard, following Draco and Harry's footsteps.Pansy and Blaise walked faster, ran in front of Draco, turned around and waved to their good friends: "Come on, there's no one here."

Abraxas also quickly floated back behind Draco: "It's Snape, be careful baby."

As soon as the words fell, Snape's face in a black robe turned around the corner. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, Snape's wooden face looked even colder and terrifying. Hermione ran a long way forward.

The little one pulls me and pulls you, pushes and shoves, turns left and right, and is startled by the stairs that suddenly appear and disappear in Hogwarts from time to time.After finally touching the fourth floor, one by one fell to the ground like eggplants beaten by Shuang and squeezed into a row, shoulder to shoulder and foot to foot. Before the adventure started, I felt the feeling of trepidation.

Amidst the rapid panting, someone laughed first, and then the children all laughed.

31.

Abraxas sat down too, with an arm around Draco.The little one in his arms laughed and looked at the savior beside him, his two little hands were still tightly held together.At least at this moment, they are already good friends who "share thick and thin".

It reminded Abraxas of his school days.He was a good boy before the third grade, or he should be timid and afraid of causing trouble, but after the third grade, he went on a night tour almost every night, accompanying his soulmate to the forbidden book area or the forbidden forest. What he wanted was the potion of energy and the potion of glory, and it wasn't until the latter felt these two places more clearly than his own bedroom that he stopped.

Thinking of Thomas, Abraxas couldn't help being distracted for a while.When he recovered, he saw Draco... handing out small cakes.

That's right!Just sending out small cakes!Love cakes made by Narcissa's mother!Sealed in a cute transparent pocket with love patterns, and tied with a bow!

Is this replenishing energy before an adventure?Dear, you should give magic supplements!

Abraxas would not admit that he wanted it too.

When it was sent to Ron, Draco did not forget to smile triumphantly: "Weasel, thank you for eating such a delicious little cake!"

Ron snorted, tore open the package and took a bite. "After the Potions class tomorrow, we'll meet by the Black Lake, and I'll show you my mother's handicraft!"

Sure enough, he is an old enemy with family background, so I don't forget to make an appointment (?) at this time.

Pansy rolled her eyes, took a bite of the cake between her delicate long nails. "Draco, let me tell you why you spent an afternoon wrapping cakes in the dormitory. It turned out to be for your new friends."

Before the conflict between old and new friends broke out again, Draco exploded first. "No! This is a challenge!"

But my friends have long been used to his awkwardness, so they didn't take it seriously.Blaise asked Hermione beside him: "Draco asked you to come? Are you going to explore too?"

"What?" Hermione didn't understand, but angrily tugged at Ron beside her. "It's not because of this guy, we were supposed to go to the library!"

It turned out that the Gryffindor trio originally wanted to go to the library to check things. On the way, Ron said he knew a new secret passage and asked two friends to follow him. the far corridor, and just in time for the Slytherin trio to slip out the door.

32.

Unexpectedly, he happened to meet the person involved, seeing that the lie was about to be exposed, Draco couldn't help feeling a little nervous.Abraxas patted him on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear.

"Would you like to come together?" he asked before the Gryffindor trio could speak. "Or, are you afraid?"

"What are you talking about?" Ron looked at him warily. "What are you going to do?"

"We're going to take risks there." Pansy pointed to the restricted area not far away, and gave them a provocative look. "How? Do you dare?"

Boys were the most vulnerable, and Harry and Ron almost immediately offered to join them, but Hermione was wary. "Do you know what's in there? What if something goes wrong?"

"It won't happen!" Draco was confident. Abraxas had previewed the magic that he could use before, and it was indeed magic that a first-year student could use. The spells were simple and the mana consumption was very small. .He felt that he was going to be in the limelight tonight, not only was he not afraid, on the contrary he became complacent and poked Harry on the shoulder again. "Hey, Scarhead, if you are afraid, just follow me."

Harry looked at him speechlessly: "Thank you! Thank you! I think I can handle it myself."

Draco snorted, "As long as you don't run away crying in fright."

So, after eating the pre-war supplies (love cake), and the pre-war encouragement (?) of the small captain (pseudo) Draco, the group finally embarked on an adventurous journey.

33.

in the principal's office.

Holding a cup of warm black tea, Dumbledore looked at the little bean dings in the mirror who strode into the trapdoor of the restricted area with arrogance, and smiled with a corner of his mouth.

"Although I haven't put the Philosopher's Stone and the Mirror of Erised in it yet, and I haven't given the Invisibility Cloak to Harry, but...forget it."

He looked behind Draco's seemingly empty back and knew that Abraxas must be there.

"Anyway, I have already graduated from Hogwarts, so I can't even break such a simple mechanism."

"Hmph!" There was a cold snort in front of him, and Dumbledore raised his head with a smile, facing Snape's gloomy face. "With all due respect, principal, the so-called simple mechanism you mentioned was also made by our poor professors after several days of hard work."

"Okay, Severus, don't lose your temper." Dumbledore leaned back and showed him the magic mirror in front of him. "Look at them, Gryffindor and Slytherin, walking hand in hand, united... what a group of capable young people."

"Young man—?" Snape grinned. "Dumbledore, to be precise, they are just a group of little guys who are overconfident, with their eyes above their heads."

"Yes, yes...but they will grow up to be good young people, sooner or later." Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped his eyes. "Severus, they made me see a possibility...the future may be better than we expected."

Just like thousands of years ago, the four courtyards were united and harmonious, and they were united to the outside world.

Is it possible for Gryffindor and Slytherin, who broke apart because of the Dark Lord that appeared decades ago, to reconcile?

The author has something to say: I suddenly feel that the big adventure is ahead of schedule, how should I deal with Professor Quirrell afterwards?

I would say that I have forgotten the slice V, hehe...forget it, if I can’t write any more, just enlarge the V and end it [Wait! ]

☆, Part [-]: Abraxas dies in N week [LV/AM]

1.

The first time he drank the glass of poisoned wine, within a few seconds, Abraxas felt a burning pain in his abdomen, and his internal organs seemed to be smashed together in an instant.

The goblet slipped from his hand and landed on the thick carpet without a sound, the residual wine soaked into a shocking red.He also fell down, unable to feel any strength in his twitching limbs, and could only stare at the Dark Lord sitting on the sofa with one leg crossed. Holding an identical goblet in his hand, Voldemort gently turned his nose down, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

He is still elegant and gentle, but condescendingly staring down at him who is dying, and whispering is still like the lingering words of love in the bed. "Don't blame me, Abu, but you're too much in the way."

Get in the way... Am I too in the way, or is Malfoy too in the way?Abraxas sneered in his heart.Strangely enough, at this dying moment, he was more awake than usual.The loss of life is slower than imagined, and I want to know what the other party is planning-probably only at this time, this suspicious person in front of me who can't believe the whole world will tell him the truth.

It's so funny... When they are lovers, the most intimate physical entanglements are countless, but only they know how far their hearts are.Even though Abraxas had always been a powerless fish on the chopping board, the powerful sword in front of him never let go of his guard even for a single day.

However, at this moment, he finally had no possibility of resisting him.Abraxas watched as Voldemort picked him up from the carpet, put his head on his shoulder as usual, and stroked his hair tenderly.

The gentlest and most beautiful lover in this world is the scariest and most ruthless devil in the world.Abraxas couldn't describe the complicated feelings in his heart, so he could only close his eyes with all his strength.

Anyway, this ending... was also the ending he had guessed a long time ago, but it was a little earlier than he thought.Lucius is about to grow up, smart and capable, and his marriage with the Black family is an established fact... If it is really impossible, there is also the last way he left behind in the United States.Everything has been paved according to his arrangement, Lucius can only go on by himself for the rest of his life.

He wasn't a good father, but he did everything he could.Even if Lucius will hate him in the future, at least at this moment, he has no regrets.

"What are you thinking?" the demon was still whispering in his ear. "Lucius, right? He is a very good child, very good, and I will definitely use him well in the future... Unfortunately, he is not my child, what a pity. Abraxas, why don't you want to help me What about having a baby?"

child?Then let him be one of the ingredients for your potion? !Abraxas thought sadly.You would never allow another spawn of Slytherin to live in this world, so why ask me this question again?

...Perhaps, even Voldemort himself didn't understand what he wanted.He thought in a trance.Fly away from death, or fear death?Is death really that much to fear?Do you disdain love, or fear love?Is it really that difficult to believe in love?

He was thinking like this vaguely, feeling that all the functions of his body were gradually disappearing with the passage of life.He knows that the end time is coming, and he can finally break free from this sad fate.

The moment he relaxed, he felt a cold hand covering his eyes, and Voldemort's flat voice rang in his ears, and there was finally no emotion in it——

"Abraxas, you are crying. For whom are you crying?"

2.

When he was reborn for the first time, Abraxas only regarded it as a gift from Merlin.

He woke up at the brightly lit engagement party, staring blankly at the familiar and unfamiliar young faces surrounding him.Agatha, with a slight blush on her face, was snuggling in his arms, Anthony, whose hair was combed meticulously, was pouring wine for him, and Walburga, who was dressed up, fanned and talked to Margaret beside her. Orion, with his chin raised high, was standing aside with a glass of wine, admiring the oil paintings on the wall, and sitting across from him was a young man with black hair and red eyes who was as handsome as a god——

He pushed Agatha away and stood up, almost uttering the unfamiliar name in a state of shock——

"Tom Riddle!"

Agatha's face turned pale as paper almost instantly.

Chaos ensued, and Abraxas struggled to understand what had happened.After seeing off the guests, old Mr. Malfoy hurried over with a cane, and hit him on the back several times in a fit of frustration.

Abraxas endured it without saying a word, and Agatha, who was still in tears, rushed over and pleaded for him with choked sobs, only then did old Mr. Malfoy stop.

"Abraxas, I don't care how you mess around in private, in front of outsiders, you must distance yourself from that lowly half-blood." Auguston Malfoy said sharply. "Your wife will only be Agatha! As for those messy thoughts... give up! Even if I die, I won't let you be with a half-breed!"

Abraxas still sat there motionless until Auguston walked far away.Agatha held his hand tightly with one hand, and fell on his shoulder, crying uncontrollably.She had been in poor health, but she desperately gave birth to Lucius for him. Abraxas was most ashamed of her in his life. Seeing her so sad, he managed to pull himself together and patted her on the shoulder.

"do not Cry……"

"I'm sorry, Abu, I'm sorry." Agatha's tears soaked his clothes and hair, burning his heart with pain. "If I can persuade my father to resolve the marriage contract...you don't have to..."

By the way, Abraxas remembered vaguely that this was the time when he was most infatuated with Riddle, and even made a fuss about breaking off the engagement with Agatha because of this.He was born docile and never had a bad temper. This was probably the first time in his life that he resisted Auguston so fiercely, which made his old father and fiancee Agatha heartbroken.

In fact, an aristocratic marriage contract is nothing more than that.Agatha was a good wife, and there was never a better wife.Her only misfortune was falling in love with him.

But it turns out...he once loved him so desperately and fearlessly...

"I'm the one who should say I'm sorry... You have nothing to do to me, Agatha." He patted Agatha on the shoulder once, and stood up unsteadily.There was a burning pain in his back, but he didn't care at all, Abraxas straightened the tangled collar with trembling hands, and said in a deep voice. "Help me tell my father... I'm going out."

Agatha wiped her tears and begged him sadly: "Abu, Abraxas, please, at least today, today, don't go to Riddle—"

"No." Abraxas bent down and held her slender neck.He saw his distorted face from her clear eyes, even he himself had never seen himself so cold. "I'm going to find Professor Dumbledore. This time, I must kill Riddle myself."

……

Killing Tom Riddle turned out to be such a simple matter.

Abraxas slowly pulled out the dagger engraved with magic inscriptions from the young man's heart, not paying attention to the warm blood splashing on his face.

It turned out that blood was as cold as Voldemort's, but his blood was also warm.

"Why, Abu?" Riddle still had that gentle smile on his face that he had been deeply infatuated with, as if he wasn't dying, but was just being coquettishly hugged by Abraxas. "I don't understand why you want to kill me?"

"Because you will kill me in the future." Abraxas replied coldly. "Be the first to act first, I am also for my own sake, don't blame me, Voldemort."

"V...Voldemort?" Riddle coughed twice, a stream of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth. "You actually know this name... It seems that I will really kill you in the future..."

"Leap to death? You can't do it after all, Tom." Abraxas played with the dagger, and the corner of his mouth curved into a mocking arc. "You think too much of yourself and me too much, don't you?"

"I didn't look down on you...I've always envied you..." Riddle's voice gradually dropped. "You have everything when you are born...everything I can't get with all my efforts...how can you understand my dream...everything I do is not for myself at all..."

Abraxas fell silent.

It's not that there haven't been good moments.At the height of Voldemort's popularity, his supporters could be seen everywhere in Hogwarts.He also once fanatically believed that this mixed-race junior would lead them to the top. This sounds crazy and unbelievable, but it really existed—he was lying on the ground, stabbed through the heart by him The man, once was the belief of an era.

The flame of faith once burned in his heart, but it was finally extinguished because of various suspicions, and with it, young love disappeared.The most beautiful part of a dream is probably that it is a dream that can never be realized and is out of reach.

"Why don't I understand, we used to trust you so, so much...you were the one who let us down first...you abandoned us first!" Abraxas finally cried out, and the dagger fell to the ground with a snap. "Why did you kill Arcturus! And Antony! Why are we sorry for you? Why are you doing this to us?! Does your so-called dream have to step on our corpses?!"

The once close companions left him one by one, and now Abraxas can still recall that heart-wrenching feeling time and time again. "And Agatha...why did you kill her? She didn't feel sorry for anyone, obviously you were the one who felt sorry for her."

He murmured and asked: "Do you really think I'm a fool, can't notice anything wrong? No, my thoughts are not important to you at all, you just see me as a fun toy..."

Riddle was furious, but when Abraxas approached him, he heard an inaudible exclamation from him.

"That's not bad..."

The author has something to say: It is probably the story of Abraxas, the portrait of Abraxas who travels to the world of Silly White and Sweet, which has not appeared so far. Every time I write love and kill each other, I feel that I am also very hardworking ⊙▽⊙.

I cycled "Pain" by Juvenile Shuang all night, so it's all the BGM's fault!Forget it, I'd better go write Shuying Ji...