Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Crossing his arms and leaning against the wall not far away, Abraxas sighed softly. It was a strange thing that his little animal could cry... Holding his restless heart irritably, Abraxas Sass left quietly.

Although he wanted to step forward and hold the person in his arms to comfort him, he could not do so. Malfoy... only wanted a qualified heir. He did not need sincere feelings, and he would not let himself sink into the illusion of beauty. , if you have never owned it, there will be no betrayal. He is just an investor.

Back in the common room, Abraxa took out the wine glass, flicked the rim of the glass with his finger, and looked a little distracted when he saw the swirling red color. He chuckled and drank it all in one gulp, feeling a warm and sweet taste in his throat. The taste quickly turns sour, leaving only endless bitterness in the mouth.

"Drink like that...are you crazy?" Leandre stared blankly at the platinum beauty's movements, regretting his decision in his heart. Is this guy really going to be his 'brother-in-law'? Is it too late to return the goods now... "You must be heartbroken, right? Come... expand and talk..."

Gray eyes stained with fog squinted at his ally. Abraxas leaned on the armrest, supporting his head with a sarcastic smile on his face, "Are you kidding me? How could Malfoy fall in love with something?" Man..what are you looking at?”

Following Leander's gaze, Abraxas moved his body, then looked away casually, leaning more lazily on the sofa, closing his eyes and gently shaking the wine glass in his hand. Damn it, he was drunk. Why is there a hint of imperceptible anger on the little boy's face?

Tom looked at the drunken man coldly, curled his lips and returned to his dormitory holding the book, that idiot who only knows how to exude hormones! Don’t you know how dangerous you look? How unsuspecting! "Stupid noble! Damn bastard!"

Taking a deep breath, Tom rubbed his hair irritably, stood up and went to the table to open the drawer. His eyes stayed on the gift box with cufflinks for a while, then he gritted his teeth and slammed the drawer shut, sat down on the chair and started to sort it out. Clues found.

His mother was definitely not a witch, otherwise how could she die so easily? And his name... I heard from the old dean that it was exactly the same as his own name, also called Tom Riddle. So... could the father he had never met be a wizard?

Tom took a quill and wrote and drew on the parchment. There was another thing that puzzled him. When they first met, he told Professor Dumbledore the secret of his ability to speak Parseltongue, but the other party did not Nothing was said.

After arriving at Hogwarts, he learned that the ability to talk to snakes could only be possessed by people of the Slytherin bloodline. So... was his father a mixed-blood wizard? But wasn't his ancestor a 100% pure-blood theorist...

Thinking of the pure-blood aristocrats' disgust for mixed-blood and hemp races, Tom's eyes became a little cold. It was clear that his blood was the most noble, but those people looked at him like a bug. Although he was very angry, but Reason tells him that now is not the time to be exposed...

"This secret must not be discovered...except..." Thinking of the scene that made his heart skip a beat just now, Tom felt that his blood seemed to be burning, and he burned the parchment on the table under the fire. Turned into ashes, "Abbu...sne...idiot!"