Dark Lord, please let go

Draco has been thinking about a very serious issue recently, a small detail that he never paid attention to before, but after the love potion incident, he now has to face it squarely.If there is nothing wrong with his memory, then he smelled the parchment on Tom's body in the chocolate with the love potion, which made him a little confused, and even turned around in embarrassment when he saw Tom's face these two days. overdo it.

What is this?He actually had a crush on a kid who was only 12 years old!Damn favor!

Draco absolutely did not believe that he fell in love with Tom, at least, he was not a pedophile, why would he like a boy who was so much younger than himself, and that person was the future Dark Lord, when he thought of the snake in the future Tom Face……

Draco frowned subconsciously. Draco refused to think about what happened afterwards. He felt that this was not the truth of the matter, but an illusion caused by staying with Tom for too long. Now he needs to find something to distract himself Attention, such as making a little girlfriend?

……

Forget about this method. Every time Draco sees the faces of unfamiliar Slytherin classmates, he will automatically imagine what they will look like 60 years later. Do you imagine her as an old woman with wrinkled faces?This is too scary!

Draco finally had to give up his unreliable methods, pretend nothing happened, continue to follow Tom every day, and seize every moment to wreak havoc.But his latest eccentricity caught even the most unresponsive Devlin.

"Draco, don't tell us you're having trouble with Tom again?" Devlin puffed his cheeks as he swallowed.

Draco moved the plate in his hand to the side in disgust, avoiding Devlin's non-existent saliva, "No, we didn't quarrel with Devlin." As he spoke, Draco subconsciously glanced at Tom, who was beside him, realized that he was discussing some kind of potion with Abraxas, so he breathed a sigh of relief and turned his eyes back.

Kasim watched Draco's reaction from the side, pushed Tom's arm with a smirk, lowered his voice and said to Tom: "Don't you think Draco is avoiding you recently? Oh, to be exact , avoiding your eyes." As he spoke, Kasim made an exaggerated dodging movement, almost knocking Devlin's cup over.

"Oh my juice!"

Regardless of Devlin's complaints, Kasim continued to stare at Tom after speaking, in case he missed any meaningful expression.

Of course Tom noticed Draco's strange reaction, but he didn't ask anything.God knows how troublesome it is to get some news from Draco. If he had a choice, he would rather make a deal with Abraxas than pry the news from Draco.

"There's nothing Kasim, if you're really curious—" Tom's voice was accentuated, he saw Draco on the side turn his attention with satisfaction, and then continued with a smile: "Or you should ask the person involved, Rather than knowing nothing about me."

"..." Hearing Tom's words, Draco lowered his head suddenly, and vigorously cut the pie on the plate, pretending he didn't hear anything.

Tom didn't let Draco go so easily, he touched Draco's arm and said with a smirk, "You're about to put your face in a plate Draco - oh, don't put your head down, Abu Laxus is staring at you!"

Well, Draco gave up and raised his head, and saw that Abraxas was raising his eyebrows and looking at him and Tom continuously, but in the end he just lifted the corner of his mouth feebly and spit out a sentence , "Don't forget your etiquette, Draco."

Damn etiquette!

Draco rolled his eyes and continued to ignore Tom who was on the side, he was the most dangerous guy, he didn't want to have any emotional disputes with Tom, not to mention that he was old enough to be Tom's uncle.

But no matter how Draco denied it, he finally had to admit that he had a crush on Tom.Is not it?They grew up together, lived in the same dormitory, and shared some secrets. The other party was a handsome boy with excellent grades. No matter who they were, they would have a good impression of Tom.Look at Leslie of Gryffindor, when he sees Tom, his face will be flushed and he will whisper hello.So my own reaction is also within the understandable range, right?

Their feelings should be the same as those of the Scarhead Savior and the red-haired Weasley. During the Triwizard Tournament, the most important person for the Savior was Weasley.

Draco kept persuading himself in his heart, and successfully dispelled some uneasy emotions.

Afterwards, he returned to normal, no longer avoiding Tom's gaze, and was able to look at Tom normally, but when some little girls expressed friendship to Tom, Draco would always take a critical look and mean those girls What the girls criticize is useless.How could these silly girls be worthy of the future Dark Lord?

In this strange atmosphere, Draco ushered in his first Quidditch match.

Captain Singleton was very excited. He had yelled at Draco more than once during training, telling him to fly faster, because their opponent in the first match was Gryffindor, and Gryffindor The best Seeker is Minerva McGonagall, who is gifted with flying.

When Draco heard the news, he felt very subtle. To be honest, he couldn’t imagine Professor McGonagall excitedly chasing the Snitch on a broom. After all, Professor McGonagall gave people a very serious impression. And following the rules, Draco thought it was so funny when he thought of the picture of her riding a broom.But he didn't let down his vigilance just because the opponent was Mag. He still remembered how fanatical McGonagall loved Quidditch. Think about it, it's not hard to imagine that she could break the rules because of the savior's flying talent.

Draco took his Comet 180 and followed behind the Slytherin players. The batsman beside him, Di Lisa, kept talking to comfort him, telling Draco not to be nervous.But he wasn't nervous at all, the hell.Although ostensibly this was his first match, he had actually been a Slytherin Quidditch player for six years.

Resisting not to interrupt Di Lisa's rambling words, Draco rode on his broom as soon as he appeared on the stage, and flew into the air at once, followed by the other Slytherins.

Sure enough, Draco saw McGonagall, one of the Gryffindor team members, in the air. She was riding an unknown model of broomstick, stopped steadily in the air, and was seriously listening to the arrangements of the Gryffindor captain.

The entire Quidditch pitch was full of cheers, and all the teachers and students of the school came to the stands of the Quidditch pitch.From the Slytherin stands, Draco saw a huge floating banner that read Slytherin Victory!Hogwarts' smallest Seeker wins!

And Tom, Devlin and Kassim were sitting under the banner. Devlin was still holding his baby camera and taking pictures, and Kassim was waving his hands and shouting.As for Tom, he was whispering something to Abraxas on the side, but his eyes fell on the court.

Draco felt a little better, at least Tom didn't come to the stadium with his magic book in today's game, didn't he, he should be satisfied.

As if by heart, Tom in the stands suddenly looked into Draco's eyes, although they were so far away that Draco didn't think their eyes were meeting at all.Tom suddenly pointed his finger at the teacher's stand, then smiled slightly, and then turned his head to chat with Abraxas.

"..." Draco turned his gaze away confusedly, and Draco saw a familiar touch of platinum on the teacher's stand.

Old Malfoy and Mrs. Malfoy were sitting beside Professor Slughorn. Old Malfoy was having a pleasant conversation with Professor Slughorn, while Mrs. Malfoy kept looking around with a small telescope in her hand.

Draco suddenly felt his heart was suddenly filled with something, warm as if he had been cast a warming spell.

"Okay, be quiet and listen to me!" Singleton yelled, quieting the Slytherins.

"Last year, we only got No.2 because of Gryffindor." He paused, his eyes swept over all the team members, and finally stopped on Draco, "This year we have Draco, We will be the best Quidditch team at Hogwarts, so the Quidditch trophy must be placed in Professor Slughorn's office, as a condition of my promise."

"Oh...Merlin!" The other team members complained in a low voice unbearably.

Singleton ignored their complaints and continued to shout, "Slytherin must win!"

"We must win!" At this moment, Slytherin's restraint disappeared, and all the team members shouted that they must win, holding their right hands high, and then they stopped where they should be, waiting for the start of the game.

Although it was quite silly, Draco couldn't help but yelled twice, and had to admit that the enthusiasm of Slytherin and Gryffindor was surprisingly similar when it came to Quidditch.

Professor Skeeter of the flying class was the referee for the Quidditch match, and he was parked between the two teams on his brand new broomstick.

"Don't let me catch you foul..." He warned loudly, and then blew the golden whistle hanging around his neck.As soon as the whistle sounded, the fourteen broomsticks scattered in the air and began to chase the Quaffle.

The first to score was Gryffindor, and their captain really made a move, breaking through Slytherin's defense and throwing the Quaffle into the goal.

I don’t know if it’s the tradition of Slytherin, but the team’s style is no different from that of 50 years later. They play very rough. Even Di Lisa hit the Bludger towards Gryffindor with a stick. many players.