Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

After rambling on and on, Olivia rubbed her eyes to see the patterns on her skirt clearly, "Let's forget it..."

"Just help me choose one..."

Abraxas licked his lips, swallowed the bitterness in his mouth and nodded. Time is running out...

As evening approached, Leander came to Malfoy Manor. He looked at his cheerful sister with distress and carefully helped her walk in the garden.

"Brother~ You are really going too far. It took so long to come see me... How is your father's health? Is the family okay?"

Leander turned his head, wiped the corners of his eyes, and responded in a hoarse voice, "Very good... Malfoy is the most reliable ally... With Abraxas here, you don't have to worry so much."

"That's good~ Brother... I want to go home and see the flowers there. You know my favorite is the snowflake lotus... but it's a pity that there's none here, they're all Queen of the Night..."

"What's so good about the darkness..."

Olivia complained softly, but the upturned corners of her mouth never dropped. It's so good~ This reminded her of her childhood...

At that time, her brother was also like this, supporting her and taking a leisurely walk in the garden...

"Abraxas wants to name this child Lucius...Brother, do you also think this name is bad?"

Leandre didn't answer. He helped someone sit in the pavilion, and wrapped Olivia in a blanket. Then he sat aside and thought about it...

What's going on? Lucius? Is it a bad belief...?

"Don't worry about what that idiot thinks... maybe the name has other meanings..."

Yawning a little tiredly, Olivia leaned on her brother's shoulder, closed her eyes and whispered, "Are you kidding yourself... What's good about pure blood..."

"Dumbledore is a half-blood, the greatest white wizard..."

Leander raised his head to push away the soreness in his eyes, and carefully carried the sleeping man back to the bedroom.

"Can you promise to let her go home alive... Abraxas... please..."

Abraxas lowered his eyes and clenched his fists, not daring to look at his few friends, "I... promise you..."

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On the morning of the weekend, Tom found the oldest goblin among a group of goblins. He avoided the mud thrown at him and squatted down, "William... you are still so irritable~"

"Go away! You guy! I won't talk to anyone from the Gaunt family! I'm too familiar with the scent of you!"

"But you've already said it~ more than once..."

William stared at the innocent bastard and was so angry that he wanted to jump up and smash his knees!

"I know exactly why you came here... You also found what you wanted, why don't you just take it away and why do you stay here?"

Tom sat casually on the ground, and the statue behind him was Aesop Seal, the one who escaped from Gormlaith...

In the end, Gormlaith Gaunt, who went crazy, died from the goblin's venom and curse. Slytherin's wand was also buried not far away by Aesop.

"If you can tell me why that snake tree has such a strong healing effect, maybe I will leave here with it..."

"You are so thick-skinned!"

William jumped up and down on the spot angrily. After all these years, this guy has never let him live in peace!

"...Slytherin is a very contradictory person, and so is his wand. Aesop is not a Parseltongue, and she has no way to revive the wand..."