Harry Potter: Impossibly Cute

In the gorgeous manor, a man in a suit pushed open the door and unbuttoned his suit.

The expensive suit was placed casually on the sofa. The man lay on the sofa with his head tilted back. He stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows, his eyes full of fatigue.

This person is Tom. The 10 years have not left many traces of time on his face.

Now Tom has become the largest supplier in both the Muggle and wizarding worlds.

His status is no longer the same as that of Voldemort, who was feared by everyone.

Most people look at him with admiration and respect.

There are no more fears.

This is what Tom wanted because it was the best gift he could think of for his love.

But he got what he wanted, but his lover was not by his side.

During these 10 years, people who knew him well thought he was a madman.

He can work day and night, and will only give himself a rest when he is extremely tired.

But he wouldn't rest for long before getting up to work again.

It seemed as if there was only work in his life and nothing else.

This is also the reason why he was able to develop so rapidly in just 10 years.

But only those who are very close to him and have always followed him know that he uses work to numb himself.

Because once he stops and clears his mind, he will always think of that person.

He missed him but didn't dare to miss him, so he could only work and work, and keep numbing himself.

Sure enough, the person lying on the sofa didn't rest for long before standing up again.

Walked towards his study and started the next round of work.

The figure was lonely, and even in the huge study there was only a dim light and his figure.

It seemed like he spent year after year and every lonely night like this.

In a cell in Nurmengard, Gellert was lying carelessly on the bed.

He returned to the small, dark, square room.

He had spent many days and nights here.

Now he has resumed this kind of life.

He didn't want to go back to the luxurious but empty manor that was prepared for its owner.

But its owner disappeared, and Gellert never felt that it was home.

Wherever he is, that's home.

So Gellert returned to this dilapidated room, which gave him a sense of security.

Gellert smiled bitterly.

"Another Christmas"

Gellert hummed a slow tune.

But a teardrop slowly fell from the corner of her closed eyes.

In Malfoy Manor, a man with short platinum hair was sitting alone at the dining table eating.

Ten years have made Draco more mature.

As early as two years ago, Lucius gave the position of head of the family to Draco. After giving it to Draco, he took Narcissa out for his honeymoon.

Occasionally she would write a letter or two to Draco, but most of the time Draco was alone.

Draco could understand his father very well. It was a turbulent time when he was young and he had to make choices and sacrifices for his family.

Now that he can support the family on his own, he can finally relax and spend quality time with his lover.

Lover, but where is his own lover?

"Liar, it's been ten years and you still haven't come back. I don't know how you are doing there."

Draco looked at the sumptuous dinner in his bowl, but he had no desire to eat it.

Draco stood up slowly, and soon a house-elf came forward to clear the table.

The house-elves here are all dressed neatly.

Draco knew that he would never treat these house-elves badly.

So after his lover left, he followed his lover.

Draco was sitting on the sofa reading a book. In the dim light, his face was half in the dark and half in the light.

After his moon disappeared, his life seemed very confused, although he developed his family very well.

But only Draco himself knew that he no longer knew what to do, so he just walked forward in confusion.

Draco closed the book, unable to read a single word of what was in it.

He does this every Christmas, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

At a certain beach, the weather was very cold today and there was no one on the beach at all.

But there was only one figure sitting there.

He looked at the sea in front of him, not knowing how long he had been looking, because a layer of snow had fallen on his shoulders, and it seemed that he had been sitting there for a long time.

Theodore blinked, and the snowflakes on his eyelashes had almost frozen into frost.

"Mom, why is there this strange man sitting there? Isn't he cold?"

There was a childish voice behind him.

"Come on, baby, let's go home"

The mother said nothing, but just left quickly with her child.

Theodore moved his stiff body and slowly stood up.

"See, I came to see the sea alone. I said I wouldn't wait for you."

Theodore talked to himself as he looked at the endless coastline.

He wanted to cry, but it seemed that no tears could come out.

For ten years, he lived a life arranged like a robot almost day after day.

He also inherited the family's mission, but he was different from Draco.

Draco seemed to keep to himself except when necessary.

Whenever he has free time, he will go to the beach to see the sea.

It's like this all year round. Sometimes I just sit there and stare blankly for the whole day.

For example, in the winter now, my body is stiff and I just react and prepare to leave.

He always said this to himself.

Everyone knew that the heirs of the Malfoy family and the Nott family were both strange.

But who would dare to ask?

They would occasionally meet on necessary occasions.

But after meeting, the two acted as if they didn't know each other.

They simply said hello and left.

It seemed that the life in which the four people sat on the sofa in the warm Slytherin common room, bickering and chatting with each other, was just an illusion in their minds.

The only person who could pull them together was gone.

Just like a bracelet without the most important thread, the beads are just beads, scattered everywhere and can never become a bracelet.

Theodore patted the thick snow on his body and slowly left the beach.

He is going home, no, that place cannot be called home.

Does he still have a home? He doesn't know.

Was he abandoned? He didn't know.

He was waiting for something, waiting for his moonlight to return to his dark life.