Foolish Fellow

Leaning against the wall not far away with his arms crossed, Abraxas sighed softly. It was rare for his little pet to cry... He impatiently pressed his restless heart and quietly left.

Although he really wanted to step forward and comfort the person in his arms, he couldn't. Malfoy... only wanted a qualified heir. He didn't need sincere affection. He wouldn't let himself sink into illusory beauty. If he never had it, betrayal wouldn't happen... He... was just an investor.

Returning to the common room, Abraxas took out a wine glass and flicked its rim with his finger. He stared blankly at the swirling rosy color, then let out a light laugh and drained the glass in one gulp. The wine was warm with a hint of sweetness as it went down, quickly turning sour, and finally leaving only endless bitterness in his mouth.

"Drinking like this... are you crazy?" Leander stared blankly at the platinum beauty's actions, regretting his decision. Was this guy really going to be his 'brother-in-law'? Was it too late to return him? "Did you break up with someone! Come on... tell me about it..."

With misty grey eyes, Abraxas glanced at his ally. He leaned against the armrest, propped his head up, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face. "Are you kidding me... How could Malfoy fall in love with anyone... What are you looking at?"

Following Leander's gaze, Abraxas looked back. His body shifted, and then he lazily averted his eyes, leaning more languidly on the sofa. Closing his eyes, he gently swirled the wine glass in his hand. Damn it, was he drunk? Why did he see a trace of imperceptible annoyance on the cub's face?

Tom watched the slightly tipsy person with cold eyes, his lips turned down. He hugged his book and returned to his dormitory. That idiot who only knew how to exude hormones! Didn't he know how dangerous his appearance was! To be so unguarded! "Stupid noble! Damn scoundrel!"

Taking a deep breath, Tom irritably ran a hand through his hair. He got up and went to the desk, opening the drawer. His gaze lingered on the gift box containing cufflinks for a moment. Gritting his teeth, he slammed the drawer shut and sat on the chair, beginning to sort through the clues he had found.

His mother would never have been a witch, otherwise, how could she have died so easily? And his name... he had heard the old headmaster mention it. It was exactly the same as his own name, also Tom Riddle. So... would his unseen father be a wizard?

Tom held his quill and drew on the parchment. There was one more thing he didn't understand. When they first met, he had revealed his secret of being able to speak Parseltongue to Professor Dumbledore, but the other party had said nothing.

After coming to Hogwarts, he learned that the ability to speak with snakes was only possessed by those with Slytherin blood. Then... was his father a half-blood wizard? But wasn't his ancestor a hundred percent pure-blood theorist?

Thinking of how those pure-blood nobles despised half-bloods and Muggle-borns, Tom's eyes turned cold. Clearly, his bloodline was the most noble, yet those people looked at him as if he were a bug. Although he was furious, reason told him that now was not the time to reveal himself...

"I absolutely cannot let anyone discover this secret... except..." He thought again of the scene that had made his heart skip a beat just now. Tom felt as if his blood was burning. Suppressing his anger, he burned the parchment on the table to ashes. "Abu... Hiss.. idiot!"