Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Tom stared closely into the other person's eyes, trying to see the teasing look in them, "The reason... I want to know why Senior Malfoy did this to me."

Helplessly shrugging his shoulders, Abraxas straightened up slightly and tapped the armrest with his fingers rhythmically, "Investment... I think you should also find out what the name Marvolo represents..." At the beginning He was indeed simply interested, but when he accidentally saw the other person's middle name, he became a little more serious.

More importantly... he doesn't understand why he is so tolerant of this little guy. It's a wonderful feeling, but he doesn't hate it. He even deliberately indulges his own wishes. As an heir, there are not many things that he can do as he pleases. He didn't want to suppress this feeling.

"If that's the case..." When he heard the word 'investment', Tom narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew that no one would be nice to him for no reason. Since it was his blood that mattered, then before he was still young, Before Feng, it was a good thing to have a reliable supporter.

Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in his heart, Tom put a fake smile on his face again, and learned the aristocratic aria of Abraxas to a tenth, "I still have to trouble...Abu, please hold the rope in your hand, otherwise I will I don’t mind taking care of your dog for you one day in the future~”

After saying the harsh words, Tom curled his lips and left without stopping. Why could he always smell the fragrance of this guy? Did he grow up in incense? hateful! ＞Pan＜

Returning to his dormitory, Tom took a hasty shower. He was a little irritated to find that he could not read a single word of the book that originally made him addicted. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, preparing to fall asleep.

Appearing in the starry sky again, Tom stretched out his hand to grab the brightest light point away from him. He looked down at his hand. The gray skin was not his at all, and his body seemed to be moving uncontrollably.

‘Avada Kedavra’

A green light flashed, and Tom saw that the originally blurry figure gradually became clearer. The iconic platinum hair color made it easy for him to know who the other person was. But why did such a beautiful senior look like this from his perspective? Such, dull skin, skinny appearance and decisive expression.

The owner of the body raised his hand and touched his face. Tom knew clearly that the man who killed his senior was crying, but why was his heart throbbing? It was like the day the old dean died.

'Abu...'

The gloomy and hoarse voice seemed to come from his own mouth. Tom could no longer bear the feeling of heartache and death. He roared feebly to wake himself up. This person is not him. It absolutely cannot be him. No matter how much he hates Abu, Laxus, he didn't even think about killing him.

"Ho...ho..." Waking up from his damn dream, Tom wiped away the cold sweat that kept coming out. The clothes on his body were almost soaked with sweat. He took off his clothes after taking a breath, got up and walked into the bathroom, bastard Mal blessing! Don’t you even let him go in his dreams?

Sitting on the chair wiping his hair, Tom wanted to imitate Ian and grab his hair and shout. He sighed helplessly and looked through the books on the table. He would not be able to study divination for another two years. Could it be that he still has the talent for prophecy? Can't?

"As expected of the supreme being who is both divine and demonic, a 'god' who is both charming and redeeming! It's a pity that he didn't give me a blessed dream, Abraxas... a disturbing bastard!"