Magic Is Truly Wonderful

Shaking his head in disapproval, Abraxas felt a twitch in his fingers, a strong urge to pinch the fair, tender cheeks. But for the sake of future days, he decided to restrain himself for now. Lowering his eyes and feigning deep thought, Abraxas reached out, pulling the person who was turning to leave closer. He leaned in and chuckled softly by their ear, "If you call me Abou from now on, I won't bother you anymore~ How about it? Quite a bargain, right?"

Warm breath tickled his neck. Tom twitched his fingers, resisting the urge to clutch his chest. He needed to go to the Hospital Wing. Something must be wrong with his body. Could it be what he'd heard about in the Muggle world, some kind of heart disease!

Taking a deep breath, Tom closed his eyes and reluctantly whispered, "Abou..." The warm embrace left, and Tom instinctively leaned back, not wanting that warmth to disappear. The hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality. Hearing the low chuckle, his face turned completely red.

Tom ran all the way to the Black Lake before daring to look back. He smacked his forehead in annoyance. Without a doubt, he must have looked incredibly stupid fleeing like that! Abou might even hate him for being so foolish...

Hate?

Frowning slightly, Tom grew more agitated. This was for the best. As long as that bored, high-ranking noble grew tired of toying with him, he could return to his normal life. But... this feeling made him incredibly uncomfortable!

"Bastard! Didn't you say you wanted to be my investor..."

Picking up a stone from the ground and tossing it into the lake, Tom gradually calmed down. That's right. As long as he could bring benefits to the noble, he wouldn't be discarded. As long as he was still useful, he could maintain their current relationship. The kindness Abraxas was showing him now was purely because of his bloodline. Descendants of Slytherin were enough to drive pure-bloods into a frenzy of pursuit.

Regardless of whether Abraxas intended to use his identity, treating him like the Minister of Magic from the eighteenth century—Antorus Osbert—making him another puppet controlled by the Malfoys, it was enough as long as he still had value.

Unaware that he was being cursed, Abraxas rubbed his itchy nose and returned to the lounge, sitting beside his "friend." "Leander... have you considered my proposal?"

Narrowing his eyes dangerously, Leander glanced at his sister chatting with some young witches. He recalled a banquet he attended during the holidays. This bastard in front of him was truly detestable! How dare he extend his claws towards his cute, innocent, and kind little angel! "I'll kill you! I really want to kill you!"

Aware of how terrifying a sister-complex could be, Abraxas raised his hands in surrender. The Greengrass family's blood curse was troublesome. The younger of the twins had unfortunately been afflicted by a curse and was already showing symptoms. While he felt some sympathy, she was indeed very suitable as his future wife. "Rather than dying weakly in loneliness, I can give Olivia a brief moment of happiness... You should trust the character of a Malfoy~"

The mockery on his face was almost tangible. Leander truly, truly wanted to kill all male beings in the world! Sighing in frustration, compared to other trash nobles, the one before him was still somewhat reasonable. "You just want an heir. I don't care what method you use, be it a spell or potions! Don't touch Olivia's finger! After the heir is born, I will take her home... Damn it... I still want to kill you!"

Nodding in agreement, Abraxas, whose survival instinct was bursting, was about to swear on Merlin. He had a feeling that if he truly had an heir through traditional means, the House of Malfoy would disappear completely. "Magic is wonderful, isn't it~ I will make it happen!"