Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Draco mobilized the spiritual power in his body to help me remove the bruise on my wrist.

The sedative finally took effect, and Zabini fell to the side, letting out a deafening cry.

My wrist was already tightly held in his palm.

"Damn it, I really want to chop off his hand!" Draco said viciously.

I close my eyes.

"Aurora, what's wrong? Is it still painful?" Draco asked worriedly.

"Shh, I'm feeling Tom's position..."

"Your blood..." he said knowingly.

Yes, Tom sucked my blood. No matter where he is or what he is doing, I can find out as long as I am willing to find out.

"Tom..." I muttered to myself.

My consciousness brought the young Voldemort before me.

"What do you want me to do?"

He looked impatient, as if his important work had been interrupted.

"We are in trouble..."

Draco briefly explained Zabini's amnesia to Tom.

The boy raised his eyebrows. "Aurora, you asked me to come here because you want me to help you clean up the mess?"

"I don't want to cause trouble for my parents, especially my mother. I'll make her worry..."

I had no choice but to use my trump card.

Tom's attitude towards Narcissa was somewhat different.

That was the child that Abu created using alchemy in order to keep him.

Retaining his bloodline with Abu.

Strictly speaking, Narcissa is his and Abu's daughter.

"Mrs. Zabini dares to touch Cissy?" Tom scoffed at this assumption. "A widow who relied on a man to make a fortune, would Lucius allow her to hurt his wife and children? Don't underestimate your father..."

"Tom, I still hope to minimize the risk... Is Zabini really amnesiac or is he pretending? How can we tell... Can you help us?"

The young Voldemort pondered for a while, and finally agreed: "It's for Abu and Cissy's sake...that little troublemaker..." he said angrily.

"Tom, you have lived for so long, you must have experienced Lucius and Narcissa's school days. What were they like at Hogwarts?"

Draco looked curious.

"Don't call me Tom!" young Voldemort suddenly reminded.

He sucked my blood and was still polite to me.

Strictly speaking, Draco was his grandson, and calling his grandpa (grandmother) by their first names was somewhat against the rules.

"I'm sorry... then what should I call you?"

Draco was startled.

The young Voldemort looked like a good student and had already accumulated a certain amount of power in Slytherin.

He has a strong aura around him, and when he releases a little bit of it, there is a strong sense of oppression.

"You can call me whatever you call Abu..."

The soul body is clearly in a silver and transparent state, so why can I see a little blush on his face?

"Grandpa..." Draco changed the subject smoothly.

Young Voldemort nodded. "Cissy was very obedient and well-behaved at school, and her grades were excellent. It's a pity..."

"What's wrong?" My heart tightened and I asked quickly.

"She has been raised by Lucius since she was a child... Otherwise, she would have inherited my talent for black magic and alchemy, and she would have achieved more than what she has now!"

"That's because she looks so much like you..."

When Voldemort was at the height of his power, she was worried that he would know her identity.

After Voldemort's fall, he was worried about the revenge of the Order of the Phoenix and those who were persecuted by the Death Eaters...

"I harmed her..."

The young Voldemort said dejectedly.