Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

"More people must join the camp... Giants may be good too... Malfoy actually cares about Tom so much... Ha..."

"Fox~ My old friend, do you think the existence of the basilisk is necessary?" Dumbledore opened his eyes and looked at the phoenix on the shelf, not annoyed that his pet ignored him.

He smiled and touched his beard. If he wasn't a Parseltongue, he couldn't control that legendary creature. "What a pity..."

Fox: .........annoying! I want Nirvana!

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Abraxas slowed down and walked towards the cellar, feeling a little guilty for no reason. He must have made little Tom unhappy! !

How to coax? Along the way, little Tom didn't even say a word, didn't even look at him!

Doesn't this dress look good? No way... He even went to the Ministry of Magic to hang out. Those people couldn't wait to put their eyes on him...

It wasn't until he walked back to the door of the Slytherin lounge that Tom raised his eyes and looked at the idiot with a fake smile, feeling mixed in his heart.

The happiness and inferiority complex after meeting, the feeling of being rescued, and... the resentment towards the closure of Hogwarts...

Tom thought about it all the way, but couldn't figure out what mood he should use to talk to Abraxas, so he could only slow down his pace again and again.

Even if he didn't say a word, he still wanted to spend more time alone with this guy...

"You...it's time to go back..."

Abraxas was stunned and pursed his lips with a hurt expression. The boy in front of him was the person he thought about day and night.

In the past, I could easily see the back of the opponent's neck, but now I can't. It's a pity...

"Shouldn't you invite me to your dormitory...have something to drink before leaving~"

All the cells in his body were clamoring for him to agree, but Tom knew very well that he was using the other person's perfection as an excuse to draw a gap between them that could not be easily crossed.

He is prouder than anyone else and more conceited than anyone else. He is confident that no one can match his talent, but he also knows very well...

Now he is just an orphan wearing a second-hand school uniform, a poor man abandoned by his parents, a...'murderer'...

No matter how much he longs for the twinkling stars, he cannot reach the stars in the sky...

Tom's indifferent gaze met the gradually cooling eyes, and his heart hurt. He stretched out his hand to grab Abraxas's clothes.

He kissed the thin lips harshly but domineeringly, without any skills, just biting them as if to vent his emotions, licking off the blood tasted on the tip of his tongue, and swallowing it down his throat.

Tom pulled away before Abraxas wanted to respond. His gleaming lips were a little red and swollen, and the diluted scarlet color was even more eerie.

Occlumency was operating uncontrollably. Tom took a deep breath and gently treated the other person, with a hoarse and low voice.

"Go back...go back to where you should be..."

Looking at the indifferent young man tenderly and dotingly, Abraxas smiled particularly cheerfully and bent slightly to close the distance between the two of them again.

"This is the place where you should 'stay'... Little Tom~ Is this an invitation~"

He tilted his head in confusion, and immediately blushed when he realized what he was doing. He stopped talking to the bastard in front of him and directly gave the password to enter the lounge.

‘Abraxas! You white-haired peacock who is always in heat! ! ! ! ’