Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Between adopting a light-blond wizard as his heir and continuing to tolerate his own son, Abraxas chose to retain the Malfoy bloodline.

It's 1964...next year Lucius enters Hogwarts...in eight years...no...ten years! He wants to see his grandson born!

Then... torture your bastard son! ! !

"Hey Hey.."

Abraxas tilted his head and looked at his cub, "If you only want a firm ally, then... don't provoke Severus easily..."

"Treat Narcissa well in the future, otherwise Bella will not let you go easily... After entering Slytherin, remember to ask your godfather to strengthen your magic training..."

Lucius smacked his lips sadly, he couldn't be a little ice cube with a straight face all his life, his life must be so boring...

"understood.."

Watching his cub leave the study, Abraxas raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Lucius's talent was very strong, but he was limited by his weak body...

"There is so little time...Purebloods...Ministry of Magic..."

Pulling out a piece of parchment, Abraxas looked at the name on it and tapped his fingers on the table irritably. How come this generation of little wizards...

They are all a bunch of trash...

"Lestrange...it's time to remind who is the master..."

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Back in the bedroom, Abraxas took the dark magic book from Tom's hand and threw himself on Tom, "Go back to Hogwarts tomorrow?"

After massaging Abu without complaint, Tom responded softly, "Why are you so busy so late? Is there anything you can help me with?"

Raising his head and kissing Tom's lips, Abraxas nodded, "Signus received Bella's letter a few days ago, Rodolphus..."

"The second son of the Lestrange family... wants to use Black's power to become the new heir..."

Tom's eyes flickered, and he played with his long, smooth light blond hair with his fingers, "Radofus did give birth to an ambitious son..."

"It's a pity... he doesn't have the qualifications... The Carlo brothers and sisters will be happy to take care of their junior..."

Raising his eyebrows, Abraxas turned over and lay aside, "The book you just read...is about the records of Horcruxes?"

"Tom...you know, that is forbidden magic. I don't want you to become an irrational madman..."

"I won't..." Tom picked up the book from the bedside and read it again, "Soul magic... is not a taboo that cannot be touched..."

"This is the same as those portraits... retaining their own memories and wisdom... They are not living existences, but they retain fragments of a person..."

"Eternal life... has never been what I expected... I would only want to destroy the world without you, but for the sake of my lovely godson, there are some things I must do..."

Abraxas had a sullen face, turned sideways and buried his face into the pillow, feeling so depressed that he didn't know how to relieve it.

"...One day he will have to face everything alone. Pampering cannot make a person grow, it will only become a degenerate waste..."

Throwing away the book and pulling out the man who was about to die, Tom pinched Abraxas's cheek helplessly, "What you worry about will never happen..."