Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Abraxas?Malfoy stood by the window of the study in the Malfoy Manor, looking out at the snow scene.If his deep and contemplative eyes were seen by outsiders, they would probably think that this great nobleman was thinking about some conspiracy.But in fact, he was just in a daze.That stubborn, vicious, self-righteous little poisonous snake came back. Although he knew that he would come back one day, he never thought that he would reappear in front of him with that identity...

The last Wizarding War, Gellert?Grindelwald didn't know why, but he never put his tentacles into the British wizarding world.Even if the native British nobles sent them to their door, they were mostly turned away by him, and even drove out of the continent directly.And when Grindelwald was about to cross the Channel to march into England, Dumbledore appeared, a weird duel full of personal heroism spurned by the nobles, and the Dark Lord was completely defeated.Therefore, in the last war, the native British wizards, especially the noble wizards, were lucky to stay away from a catastrophe.

But until not long ago, there were nobles who whispered in private: "The Dark Lord should not fight a duel. If he came directly to England at that time, he would be loyally supported by us." And some people responded enthusiastically.

In the eyes of Abraxas, the people who said these words were just a group of idiots. Isn't saying that in public the same as putting yourself on a plate and sending it to Dumbledore?Moreover, although the influence of pure-blood nobles is increasingly being suppressed because of Dumbledore's relationship, the glory established by a hero will not last long.The foundation of the British wizarding world is still in the hands of the nobles. Those guys who follow Dumbledore work in pure-blood shops, receive pure-blood wages, and live in houses that should be on the land of pure-blood families...

A real poisonous snake is good at forbearance, as long as it lasts for a period of time, when everything gradually calms down and the hero's deeds are forgotten, the world should belong to whom.

Abraxas once wondered whether the dissatisfaction of those minor nobles would be exploited.But then I felt that I was just suspicious, and those dissatisfied people were just self-righteous small characters, even if they were instigated and used, what effect would they have?No one expected that someone did take advantage of them, and in a short period of time, almost the entire aristocratic forces in Britain were involved in this burning fire called Voldemort!

"Vold... or Tom?" Abraxas closed his eyes in pain, as the black-haired and black-eyed boy had turned into a mature and powerful wizard in more than ten years.Yesterday he attended the ball at Black's house, and the Dark Lord happened to be there too. The handsome and powerful monarch made everyone bow their heads to him willingly.Abraxas was among them, the monarch greeted everyone cordially, only "forgot" Malfoy bowed his head beside him.

He had a grudge as a boy, and it remained the same when he was a man.

Abraxas went to the wine cabinet beside him and poured himself a glass of spirits, then he raised his head and poured every drop into his throat, his chest felt like it was on fire instantly, and tears were forced out by the pungent taste , but it made him much more comfortable.

That ball made his last trace of luck disappear, and no matter what he did, there was no future for him and him.The identity and status of the Malfoy family made it impossible for him to join hands with Dumbledore, but by leaning on the side of the Dark Lord, the family also did not end well, and the Malfoy family had to find their way out by himself!

At the beginning of the rise of the Dark Lord, Dumbledore did not do anything, but the Minister of Magic at the time suppressed the aristocratic forces in the Ministry of Magic several times, overtly or covertly.As a result, his actions made some of the nobles who were watching had to turn their heads to the Dark Lord, and this caused a chain reaction—it has to be said that this smart guy did a great favor to Voldemort.And when Voldemort was called lord by more than half of the nobles, and the other half respectfully called him Lord of Darkness, the Minister of Magic and Dumbledore, who realized their mistakes and omissions at the same time, wanted to make up for it, but they seemed to do more. On the contrary, there are more and more nobles who are pushed to the other side.

Someone once told him that the wine after victory is the most beautiful, regardless of color or taste.But they had Butterbeer in their hands, and they were in the noisy Hog's Head, with wobbly chairs and dirty tables...

"Snapped!"

"what!"

The glass full of golden champagne was smashed to the ground, and the girl who had just massaged him screamed and fell to the ground.Voldemort gave her a cold look, turned and left the small living room, which was warm and full of charming fragrances, and quickly entered the study with cold anger.

Close the door with the greatest strength, but he doesn't know what to do!He killed almost everyone who hurt him, but the person he hated the most is still alive and well, wearing gorgeous clothes, eating delicious food, and drinking fine wine as always!Before meeting him, he had thought of countless ways to do this to him, but after meeting him, he was always subconsciously ignoring him, or... protecting him?

"No no! No!" Voldemort gritted his teeth and sighed, sitting behind his desk and began to write a letter, or rather, an invitation.

The Dark Lord's indifference made Abraxas feel a little uncomfortable recently.Of course, those big nobles will not come to find trouble before the dust settles, but some small nobles think that they have embraced the Dark Lord's thigh and have the right to show off their might in the Malfoy family, so they caused a lot of trouble for Abraxas .There were too many flies, and that person's indifference made Abraxas feel extremely tired for a while, until the arrival of an invitation this morning, and that was also a portkey. The destination of the key was Voldemort Manor...

This was the first time Abraxas set foot in Voldemort's manor. Castles in the dark are always eerie and eerie, especially the castles of wizards.An elf appeared in front of him amidst the bangs—probably some nobleman enshrined to Voldemort—and led Abraxas into the manor.

It was a small comfortably furnished living room, and Voldemort was sitting on a recliner reading a book, and the elf disappeared as soon as he walked in the door.Abraxas lowered his head and stood there quietly, keeping silent.Time passed little by little, and the only sounds in the room were the burning of candles and the turning of pages. The platinum noble who had never stood for such a long time, his legs were a little numb now, but he remained motionless.In fact, Abraxas even enjoyed the peace and tranquility of this moment. His face remained calm and indifferent, but he was thinking self-deprecatingly in his heart. If that person knew what he was thinking now, would he Will give him more than a dozen avadas?

"Undress." Voldemort was still turning the pages leisurely, Abraxas even thought for a moment that he was hallucinating, but he knew it was impossible.

Voldemort flipped through the book page by page, but in fact, only he knew, and he even forgot the name of the book.That man is standing in front of him now, a few steps away.More than ten years, what brings others is aging, but what it brings to him is maturity, more and more charming charm.Even though he had gained countless experiences in the past few years, Abraxas was no longer his only one, but that man was indeed the best.And whether it was the "encounter" at several banquets or the two of them alone now, it is undeniable that what Voldemort wants to do the most is to put aside everything in the past and directly push him down on the bed!

But that's too naive, it will make this man think that he still cares about him and loves him, it will make him become self-righteous, proud and complacent—is it really like this?A voice in my heart asked me quietly.Malfoy is not one of those boys and girls who thinks that they can get everything by climbing into his bed. Ten years ago, he was a slick, sophisticated, rational and knowing bastard. Even if he climbed into his bed now, he would not be like a child. Just as opinionated.Besides, even if he did that, wouldn't it be easier to give him a fatal blow when he was self-righteous?

The best way to punish a man is to exalt him, and then let him die when he is at his best.

The voice from the other person disturbed Voldemort so much that by the time he realized it, he had given Abraxas an order.

you watch!He was still talking to himself in his heart.For such a filthy thing that is useless except for its body and housework, I don't need to lift him up and then throw him down. It would be too much effort, and it's not worth it for this kind of person!I just need to let him break down in pain while satisfying myself with his beautiful body!

Although Voldemort was still reading, he had been paying attention to Abraxas, and had thought out for himself what to do if the other party refused or resisted.But unexpectedly, Abraxas just paused for a moment, and then began to undress simply, one button after another, one piece of clothing after another.His fingers were as beautiful and slender as he remembered, dexterous and elegant.

Until Abraxas took off the last piece of underwear and stood in front of him naked, his face still calm.Voldemort closed the book and looked at the man. If the other party struggled and resisted, Voldemort would be happy, but his straightforwardness and calmness made Voldemort angry!

"Very proficient? Do you do this often?"

"I do it every day when I take a shower and go to bed."

"..." Voldemort couldn't keep calm anymore. No matter how submissive this man is on the surface, he is an arrogant bastard in his heart!

"Oh!" Cruciatus - at that time Voldemort rarely used this kind of spell on his subordinates - the great pain made Abraxas unable to keep his balance, he gritted his teeth and fell to the ground.

Observing words and demeanor is a noble skill, and the Malfoys are the best among them. Of course, Abraxas knows that flattery can save him from physical pain, but after that, Voldemort will lose all interest in him after revenge. Voldemort, who had no interest, would definitely not let the Malfoy family go, but let him and his family disappear without hesitation.But blindly resisting and resisting will not end well. Judging from Tom's previous personality, the enraged and now unrestrained Dark Lord is not something a "little" nobleman like him can bear.

Then Abraxas had to find a degree between flattery and resistance. Maybe he would still suffer like this, but as long as he didn't die, as long as the Dark Lord didn't lose interest in him, then the Malfoy family might have a way out.

His white and flawless body was curled up on the ground, convulsed by pain, and transparent beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his skin. Under the light of the candle, it seemed that his body was covered with a hazy halo, making him even more charming...

Voldemort stopped the spell and watched the man tremblingly get up from the ground and stand up after the pain subsided. The room echoed with his breathing as low as possible.Voldemort felt pain in his lower abdomen, and his cold blood began to boil and growl.Once again Voldemort told himself he was a bastard, but again he couldn't help but admit that he was fatally attracted to him - only physically.

"Get down! Get down on the ground." Voldemort tried his best to make his voice as majestic and ruthless as usual, but there was a slight trill in the sentence, which made him more and more annoyed.

It was the first time he had been in the house, and Abrax looked up at him, but only so briefly that even Voldemort didn't have time to notice the look in his eyes.He lay down obediently, in the humiliating posture that Voldemort said.

"Noble Malfoy!" The instant he was on his stomach, Voldemort sprang up from the couch, one of his hands grabbing Abraxas's platinum-blond hair, and pressing his face to the floor, and, After more than ten years of absence, he once again entered his...

With his eyes closed, Abraxas' hair hurt from being grabbed, his back twisted from his abnormal posture hurt, his body hurt from being brutally violated, and his heart... also hurt.

Clutching the carpet, Abraxas was panting with difficulty, his broken moans were covered by Voldemort's curses and attacks, his blood flowed down his thighs, this was the first time he was Malfoy. so badly hurt.He really wanted to kick the beast that was tossing around him away, and tell him he really wanted to while swearing, but would there be a happy ending after that?

He knows Tom well?Marvolo?Riddle, although he only partially understands the current Dark Lord, it is enough.They don't care what he did it for in the first place, they only care about the hurt they have suffered-Tom has been abandoned and betrayed, and Voldemort wants to avenge the hurt he once suffered.Telling the truth would only make him lose his last card, would only make Voldemort understand that he still had his love in his hands, and would only make himself and the Malfoy family more miserable.

When Voldemort finally satiated and let go of Abraxas on the sofa—obviously they didn’t do it just once, nor did they stay in one place—the pale and scarred nobleman slid off the sofa immediately, His eyes were dazed and he collapsed to the ground fragilely.

"Hickey marks or wounds do not allow you to use spells and potions to remove them. Those are the results I am satisfied with." Voldemort, who had just put on his belt and regained his neat clothes, said condescendingly with his hands crossed over his shoulders.

Abraxas froze for a moment, and looked at Voldemort with a strange smile.

Just as Voldemort was about to question him, he was stunned before he could speak.A long time ago, there was a teenager who hugged another teenager tightly on a hotel bed: "You are not allowed to erase the hickey and wound! This is my mark!" At that time, Voldemort had already forgotten the casual sentence. , or that he thought he had forgotten, but the similar words that came out of his mouth made the past memory of the past come to the front of his eyes in an instant.But the beautiful tenderness at that time is now a sharp knife that tears the wound in my heart.

"Yes, lord." Abraxas's hoarse voice woke up Voldemort who was in a daze. He looked at the man, and the "weird smile" just now was directly understood by him as the man's ridicule and ridicule: "You haven't Are you qualified to call me lord, Abraxas? Malfoy."

The noble was taken aback, but before he could say anything, Voldemort kicked him to the ground, and then stepped on his left arm: "But you satisfied me today, I would like to give you a mark .”

"what--!"

Abraxas, who endured all night, screamed. The black ink mark of the Death Eater is a symbol of pride for some people, but no matter how proud people are, when others ask how they feel when they are branded, they will all sweat coldly. .The imprint imprinted on the body and soul at the same time, the feeling is definitely not a pain that can be described.More importantly, the duration of the imprint is completely controlled by Voldemort alone.And the black ink mark on Abraxas' left arm is definitely the most serious, careful, and longest imprint painted by Voldemort in his life.

His sinister eyes looked at the platinum noble who was struggling in pain and even started to vomit blood, his face showed cruel satisfaction...

The platinum nobleman recuperated at home for two weeks, and in the next three months, Abraxas, who appeared in public, did not use his left arm once.

Abraxas didn't pay attention to the small rash and fever at the beginning. He thought it was the last time he was tossing with Voldemort in the garden, and that person had stabbed roses with thorns into his body, so he was sorry Pollen or other allergies.He just used some medicine to get rid of the rash, so that Voldemort would not lose interest in seeing it.

It wasn't until a month later, when the small red rash still appeared from time to time, that he realized that something was wrong, and it turned out to be a dragon sore...

Dragon sore is not an incurable disease, it's just difficult to cure, but the moment he knew his true condition, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was sure that he was going to die, but it was very good. His original idea was to support Lu Hughes graduated, and now he doesn't even have to find other ways to die for himself.

He used a secret medicine, some kind of potion that was just used to make patients die better before the diagnosis and treatment of dragon sores.That thing can suppress the ugly blisters caused by dragon sores, and it can relieve the pain by the way, which is what he needs most.

Even more fortunately, when Abraxas developed drug resistance due to too frequent use of drugs and was about to be unable to hide it, Voldemort actually left England to expand his career, and was caught in the farewell crowd. Abraxas revealed He gave a gentle smile——in his eyes, he will always be that beautiful platinum nobleman, not a terminally ill patient covered in dragon sores, ugly and dirty, which is very good, very good... ①Abraxas?Malfoy, died July 1973.

In 1974, Lucius ?Malfoy knelt before Voldemort's throne, and the teenager stretched out his left arm, but still bit his lip because of the legendary possible pain.The Dark Lord's wand was aimed at him, and the burning pain made him almost scream, but the pain was relieved by the icy cold touch in the next moment.

Until he left Voldemort's Manor, Lucius was still a little baffled, could the black ink mark be completed in the blink of an eye?And the icy feeling afterwards, was the Dark Lord healing his wounds?

On the second floor of the castle, a pair of black eyes have been staring at the boy's hair, the beautiful platinum color, shining in the sun, almost burning his eyes...