The day to become the final boss

1. Abraxas

The second month after the war.

In the early morning at Malfoy Manor, the platinum noble held an exquisite walnut box engraved with intricate magic patterns, opened the room that had been closed for a long time, and stood in front of a portrait that never spoke.

The person in the portrait also has smooth platinum-blond hair, gray-blue eyes, well-dressed clothes, and a handsome face with the reservedness and arrogance unique to aristocrats. He is Lucius' father who has been dead for many years——Abrak Seth Malfoy.

"Father, Voldemort is dead." Lucius said flatly, staring at the portrait.

Abraxas was stunned for a moment.

"So, are you willing to talk to me now?" Lucius placed the walnut box on the low cabinet next to the portrait, and stroked the snake head stick in his hand.

"...Of course, Lucius."

"You never told me that you left any letters, and your son is over forty years old and doesn't know about his own life experience. This is a irony for Malfoy."

"..."

"Until someone came to ask for the letter that had been dusty for many years."

"...I'm sorry, Lucius."

Two pairs of equally beautiful gray-blue eyes stared at each other.

To this day, Lucius no longer wants to ask his father why he has been a portrait for so many years without speaking and not telling his son the real reason for his death—whether he is afraid that his son will not be able to keep his brain in front of Voldemort or For some other reason.

"You knew he was making Horcruxes back then?" The atmosphere between the two was too dull, so Lucius changed the subject.

"Yes, I was skeptical very early on."

Lucius lowered his eyes, "The one who came to fetch your letter is one of the horcruxes. There is something you may not have expected... the soul in this horcrux saved me from Avada Kedavra." He His voice was flat, as if he was talking about a very normal thing, but the movement of rubbing the cane stopped.

Yes, on that chaotic and frenzied night, when Voldemort's wand shot him a deadly green light, Lucius saw a translucent figure emerge from the Horcrux diadem in a flash of flint. to hide before him.

Abraxas' eyes flickered.

"...What about the Horcrux?"

Lucius opened the walnut box, revealing the diadem almost broken in two.

Noticing that his father's gray-blue eyes were empty for a moment, Lucius bowed slightly to him and said, "Please allow me to leave first, Father, I will come back tomorrow."

As the door with the carved basilisk handle closed again, the light in the room dimmed.Abraxas stared at the ruined crown in silence for a long time, just like he had been for more than 20 years.

2. Tom Riddle

Tom Riddle, a mistake not expected to be born.

Dirty Muggle blood forced by love potions, maybe, as those lowly bastards in the orphanage cursed him when he was a child, he is a monster, a devil, he should never have come into this world in the first place superior.

No one liked him, no one ever, whether it was Mrs. Cole in the orphanage or Stubbs (the owner of the rabbit incident in the orphanage), they always thought he was sick, a crazy madman.They were always far away from him, even though he was only a few years old, Tom Riddle was used to looking up at the indifferent moon in the window on a cold night alone.

He was so alone, with no companions, no relatives, all he had was Nagini—Nagini was enough.

He told himself more than once, it wasn't your fault, Tom, they hated you because they were jealous, you were nobler than them all.

Until one day, an unexpected visitor made him realize that there are others of his kind in this world.

His cold heart began to beat violently, he longed to leave this world full of Muggles, he yearned for a place that could truly accommodate him - even if the elder who came to guide him didn't seem so friendly.

But he was wrong.

He was sorted into Slytherin by the Sorting Hat. He was full of joy and tried hard to join the group of noble and elegant people who were full of well-dressed and elegant manners, but what he faced was deep contempt.

Because he's a disgusting half-breed, but how good he is.

And the professor who is his guide also scrutinizes and suspects him a lot, just because of his cunning and excellence?

But that doesn't matter, Tom Riddle just needs a place that can accept him, just a home - like Hogwarts?

Becoming a professor at Hogwarts and staying here for the rest of his life was his biggest wish before the fourth grade.

In order to fulfill this wish one day, he even obeyed Dumbledore's words, and never showed his talent as a snake whisperer in front of anyone, just to make this sharp-eyed professor less invisible.

But this wish soon changed—because he found that no matter how hard he tried, he would not be recognized by others, Slytherin still spurned his Muggle blood, and Dumbledore's eyes were still staring at him more sharply every day. one day.

This made him irritated, he longed for power, if he had the power to stand above most people, would they be able to face up to the advantages of a mixed race?

By chance, he came into contact with a secret about eternal life.

The appearance of the first horcrux was completely beyond his expectation - he had hesitated many times but still had no determination to obliterate a life of the same kind for the sake of power, and he even thought of giving up temporarily.

The success of the first Horcrux gave him a taste of the sweetness of power, that wonderful feeling as if even the blood was being washed, it simply made him obsessed.

But reason made him stop making troubles at school. Dumbledore stared at him all the time, and he might be thrown into Azkaban if he was not careful.

After graduation, Tom Riddle, who wanted to find his blood relatives, joined the wizarding society. When he realized his shameful life experience, he created another Horcrux without hesitation, and threw the name Tom Riddle in the world. In the stinking ditch.

Not reconciled to being buried in the torrent of history, he began to deliberately reveal his talent as a snake whisperer and his magical power far beyond others. Relying on his excellent mind and excellent skills, he quickly attracted a group of followers in the aristocratic circle Those who set up a large academic community.

Over time, the group degenerates, becoming oriented toward power and profit.

However, Old Demon understands that he, who is empty-handed and has no contacts or property in the magic world, is just a shield for those hypocritical nobles to push the conflict between the nobles and the common people to intensify their interests.No matter how the nobles brag about his strength and wisdom and emphasize his leadership, it is also true that Voldemort does not have any real power in his hands—all they want is the reputation of the heir to Slytherin.

Right right right right! !If he is stronger than all, if he wields the power over all—

Unknowingly, his heart has been eroded by invisible darkness.

He frequently went to Knockturn Alley for a period of time, frantically studying black magic, and finally one day, Voldemort created a great slave contract from it.

He stared at the hideous contract mark and laughed crazily.

He wants to make all those who despise him prostrate at their feet, and make all those who know his Muggle ancestry shut up—

3. crown

I don't know when he started to be attracted. Voldemort's eyes began to follow Abraxas. Was it when he looked at himself with a "valuable" evaluation from the time he was a student?Or the moment when he was the first to give in to him and be willing to be branded with the Dark Mark?

He doesn't remember.

He only knew that he smiled and didn't refuse when he tried to test him cryptically.

Even knowing how ruthless the nobles are, even knowing that the Malfoy family has always only pursued interests, he still has the illusion of being "loved".

Yes, it is an illusion.

He once thought that he was loved, and even foolishly poured fertility potion into the red wine of the other party, hoping that the other party would truly accept him as a half-breed.

But he was wrong.

Malfoy has always been ruthless, and the cup of potion for rebirth in his memory completely shattered his delusions and made him abandon his humanity.

If no one accepts him, then he will create a magical world that exists only for him. If no one expects him, then he will make everyone live in pain. No one is looking down on him. Then one day, he will let everyone They all crawled under his feet, using blood and fire to destroy all the strange voices!

……

Crown still remembered the pain and madness of being separated from the subject, and the endless resentment was wiped out after seeing Abraxas' message.

It turned out—he cared about him, but he loved his family more. It turned out that he had not been the last Slytherin for so many years. He had real relatives, and Abraxas left his own blood, although in that way—

……

"The soul piece in the crown is still there?" Lucius' gray-blue eyes were full of complexity.

"Of course." The special being with an oriental face said with a smile, "It's just been severely injured and it's about to dissipate."

Lucius was silent for a long time.

"If possible——I would like to ask you to tell me how to save him..."

……

In a certain room of the Malfoy Manor, next to the portrait of Abraxas Malfoy, on the low beech cabinet, the walnut wood box with the dilapidated crown, the complex magic patterns occasionally flashed inconspicuously.