Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Returning from Milkovich's territory, Tom locked himself in the room.

He is now facing the most difficult period in his life.

First, that guy Milkovich, yes, that’s what he will call that bastard Mickey from now on!

Talk about a burnout period! It is impossible for him and Abu to go through such a period! them! Always very kind! like!

——'Ahaha~ We have always been surprised. The way Abraxas looks at you, he obviously wants to swallow it in one gulp. Unexpectedly, after so many years, he still really loves you~ '

The gloomy look on his face dissipated a lot because of the recollection, and Tom opened the exquisite gift box on the table very slowly.

Here comes the second difficult part.

Tom had reason to suspect, and even had evidence to confirm his suspicions.

Brutus! I must have bought Milkovich’s products back then!

what is this? ?

Black ribbon and lace? The fabric is only the size of three fingers? Can this thing be worn? It's humiliating for his size!

And...the almost transparent tulle bathrobe, is it really not something that bastard Milkovich did to mess with him on purpose?

——'Aren't you willing to endure some~ deeper love~ for the one you love~'

Tom once again thought of the previous conversation, covered his head and groaned, haha! Of course he is willing, but...

Picking up the items in the box with his fingers, Tom's face turned extremely ugly again. If he could choose, he would rather choose the original wedding dress...really...

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Over the weekend, Tom returned to Malfoy Manor. Without even looking at his lover, he walked straight back to their bedroom and locked the door again.

Being treated indifferently, Abraxas stood with his head hanging down and kept knocking on the door, "Tom, what happened? Is it Lucius? How about I remove him?"

'Come in in half an hour. '

Abraxas blinked. It seemed that Tom was not angry? But what is the reason for using the patron saint to send him a message? !

Just standing at the door, Abraxas looked at the time, tentatively held the door handle, and quickly walked in.

"......"

"You don't like it? Damn Milkovich! I'm going to kill him!"

Abraxas stared blankly at the person in front of him. After staying in the office all year round, Tom's skin was so white that it loomed in his eyes through the gauze.

The shy expression is even more sexy to the extreme.

"I'm going crazy.. This is a gift from God.."

Abraxas rushed over, hugged Tom's waist with one hand, and held the wrist trying to untie the ribbon with the other hand, "This is my job, Tom..."

With his face flushed, Tom looked into the longing eyes and licked his lips to feel the rising temperature of the other person. It seemed that his friend was right, "Then hurry up..."

The soreness and discomfort all turned into a depressing poison under the gaze of those eyes. Tom stretched out his hands and hugged Abraxas's neck, "I love you."

After a pause, there was even more crazy request.

Abraxas's rational line was completely broken, and he crept down and whispered in Tom's ear, "I love you too, Tom... I love you..."