Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

My heart was in my throat!

Could it be?

Abraxas' fingertips touched my forehead...

The gray glasses are filled with heartache.

My heart also began to tighten.

"Aurora, I'm sorry..."

I felt my brows tighten and my forehead felt like it was being pricked by needles. This feeling...

Could it be telepathy?

"There are no traces of black magic, and it doesn't look like he's been possessed..."

The physical pain and psychological grievance made me cry uncontrollably.

"Sorry...sorry..."

Abraxas mumbled an incoherent apology while I squirmed in his arms.

"Aurora, are you angry with grandpa?" He saw me struggling hard and thought I wanted to leave his arms.

He looked so sad that he looked like he was about to cry.

I gradually calmed down, pursed my lips, and grabbed his long hair that was scattered on his shoulders in my palm.

"Just like Xixi when she was a child, she always liked to hold things in her hands..."

"Yeah, I'll be happy if I'm pulling something..." Lucius also echoed.

Cissy? Isn't that Narcissa's nickname?

Could it be that Narcissa was raised in Malfoy Manor since she was a child?

How incredible!

"Lucius, you should pay more attention to the child. Look, Aurora likes to be with me the most!"

Abraxas was showing off my closeness to him like he was offering a treasure.

"Father...then I'll go see Xixi..."

Lucius placed Draco next to Abraxas and breathed a sigh of relief as if a burden had finally been lifted.

"Your father is a sister-con!"

Abraxas said this through gnashing teeth, but he didn't look angry.

It was not until many years later, when Draco mentioned his grandfather's "teachings", that I understood the significance of "sister control" to the Malfoy family.

"Abu, do you need my help..."

A clear male voice suddenly sounded beside my ear!

"What are you doing out here? Go back now!"

There are really people!

I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat!

A phantom gradually solidified into a solid entity.

He is a stunningly beautiful young man with short jet-black hair, extremely handsome facial features, focused eyes, and affectionate eyebrows.

"Tom!"

Abraxas raised his voice.

In Harry Potter, who else could be Tom, who looks so good and is acquainted with Abraxas?

"Abu..."

The boy pursed his lips, showing an aggrieved expression.

"Am I so shameful? Obviously, Xixi is still me..."

"Cissy has nothing to do with you!"

Abraxas raised his voice, which seemed to make him more conspicuous.

The Voldemort in front of him, no, to be exact, is the 16-year-old boy Tom Riddle, and the soul fragments in the notebook!

Young Tom's eyes were red, and he seemed to be very angry.

He slammed into Abraxas.

The man closed his eyes subconsciously.

"Don't fool yourself, Abu. You know... you can't escape..."

The boy leaned over and murmured in the man's ear.

The man's closed eyes missed the boy's strong love.

What a bunch of duplicitous Slytherins...

"She... I mean, Aurora, seems to be able to see me..." The young boy Tom looked at me with his wine-red eyes.

"How is it possible... Don't set your sights on her!"

Abraxas subconsciously protected me behind him.

"Tom Riddle! I command you! Return to where you belong!"