Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

The annoyance was about to materialize, so Tom closed the drawer in disgust and cast a spell on it to prevent the resurrection stone ring from escaping.

Is such an annoying and verbose guy really suitable to be his 'heir'?

Standing melancholy by the window, Tom stared at the little wizards playing below, his mood gradually relaxed, and staying here... was indeed the right choice.

It would be great if his godson could also enjoy this leisurely life...

"what..."

Thinking of his godson, Tom felt a little embarrassed. Did he accidentally... forget the existence of Lucius?

Rubbing his temples and walking out of the office, Tom decided to pay attention to Lucius, otherwise, if that kid pretended to be wronged in front of Abu...

He doesn't have to go back this Christmas vacation...

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Tom walked into the Slytherin lounge, looked at the little snakes who left in fear with confusion, and subconsciously touched his face.

Is he that scary? These idiots...

Papers doubled!

"...Godfather, you...forget it..."

Covering his eyes and sighing silently, Lucius grabbed Tom's robe and walked back to his dormitory. When did his godfather...when would he pay attention to human kindness?

Or do you mean that powerful people simply have no scruples?

He really is the luckiest man in the world! To be included in his protective circle by his godfather!

Not knowing what Lucius was thinking, Tom entered his godson's bedroom for the first time and pulled out his wand to change the original layout.

"Do you like it? It's the same as your bedroom at home, but it only lasts for two years. After that, you have to cast the transformation spell yourself."

"...I like it very much, thank you Godfather..."

With a smile that looked like crying, Lucius closed his eyes to stabilize his emotions and kept hypnotizing himself. Everything the godfather did...

It's all just to spur him on, but...it really doesn't have to go to this point!

He is Malfoy! Even if he doesn't understand anything and only knows how to be a prodigal, Malfoy will never be in despair!

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"Looking at your expression, it seems you don't like it..."

Not wanting to admit that he was a little disappointed, Tom snorted and sat on the sofa without looking at his godson.

Brat...not as cute as he was when he was a kid!

The corner of his mouth twitched, Lucius obediently poured tea for the sulky godfather, blinked his watery eyes, and apologized softly.

"The Godfather... I really like it, it feels like I'm at home..."

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"Tsk..." He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Tom motioned the brat to sit down, "Lucius... remember what I said to you last time..."

"I won't force you to make friends, but... I hope you won't be so tight. Wizards live much longer than Muggles..."

"Especially for wizards with powerful magic. Abu and I will stay with you until you become a qualified head of the family... Hogwarts..."

"It has always been 'home' in my heart. It is filled with my best and most precious memories. I hope the same is true for you..."

"Enjoy life here instead of staying in a dark hell..."

Blinking his eyes, Lucius rubbed his fingers. It was not that he had never been willful, nor had he ever complained...

When he was a child, he had hated those etiquette lessons countless times, and had been so wronged that he secretly wiped his tears countless times, but every time...

When he saw his father staying in the study all night and relying on potions to go to the Ministry of Magic early the next morning, he knew that he could not go on like that.

He must grow up early and everything must be perfect.

You can't smear Malfoy, you can't let others catch Malfoy because of him... He can't become the weakness of your father and godfather...

He would rather live as he is now than live an easy life.

"Godfather, I don't need those. My most precious treasure... is only you. If I inherit the family earlier, then my father... can be more relaxed earlier."

"I don't mind being an insidious snake that others say only cares about profit, and I don't mind using all my advantages to get what I want..."

"Born to be noble... This is Malfoy. Family comes first... This is also Malfoy. Since I enjoy the benefits brought by this surname, then I will give everything I have... I... am willing to die..."

Knowing that he could not change his stubborn godson, Tom raised his hand and rubbed the top of Lucius's head, "If this is what you want..."

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When the Christmas vacation came, Tom took Lucius back to Malfoy Manor. After dinner, he and Abu went to the garden.

"What happened? You don't seem to be in a good mood..."

Staring down at the expressive eyes, Tom lowered his head and kissed Abu's forehead, then stretched out his arms to hold him in his arms.

"No... I'm just thinking... How lucky am I to be able to embrace you... How lucky am I to be able to get your love..."

"This is something I should be grateful for..."

Hugging Tom back, Abu closed his eyes and sighed with satisfaction. Fortunately, he had been so 'shameless' in the past, otherwise...

The person next to Tom may not be him...

"...If you betray me, then I will kill you with my own hands..."

The hair on his back stood up, and Tom shuddered. He didn't understand what was wrong with Abu. The murderous intention just now was really strong.

"I won't...never...even death can't stop my love for you..."

"Ha~ Be good..."

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Sitting in his small study, Lucius held a list and wrote and drew on it with a quill from time to time.

These are all pure-blooded little wizards born around 1960, and those born on March 3th...

"Potter... Is this Potter who is blessed with a son at an old age and is favored by heaven..."

Staring at the name above with cold eyes, Lucius put down his quill, pinched his eyebrows and licked his dry lips.

The Potter family should indeed be grateful to their godfather. If Bulstrode had not been removed from the Holy Twenty-Eight Clan and made his fortune in potions, how could Potter have become a member of the Twenty-Eight Clan?

"Magic potion... It seems to be very suitable... Ha~ Severus..."

After adjusting his hair, Lucius locked the parchment in the drawer, got up and left the study.