Fail Demon King

land?And—why on earth would he do that?

"No reason." Tom stood up, putting his hands in the pockets of his robe, and said calmly.

Billy's eyes widened suddenly.

"Come on," Tom pursed his lips disapprovingly, "you asked out loud."

"..."

"Now that you know it," Tom said with lowered eyes, he still looked so calm, "then I don't plan to hide it anymore. Aren't you surprised why I have been going to the library for the past two years? It's just for this extracurricular research .I started for a while, and recently encountered a bottleneck. After the confinement is over, I have to hurry up—”

"Extracurricular research—that's all?" Billy stared at him incredulously, "You still want to continue researching?!"

"Don't be a fool," said Tom impatiently. "Of course I'm going to go on."

"Do you even know what you're doing?!"

"Of course I know." Tom paused, and finally he couldn't help squinting his eyes suspiciously, and asked with a drawn-out voice, "The question is—what do you know? Or, why do you know?"

This tongue-twister conversation made Billy finally unbearable, and he felt his chest ablaze, and Tom's indifferent but persistent attitude was simply irritating: "Don't worry about how I know—then It's black magic! Where the hell did you get that book? How far have you gone? Are you just doing it for research? Or do you really believe in that goddamn immortality? If you keep going, it's going to get out of hand -"

"Don't tell me silly things like 'you can't control yourself if you keep going'—no one knows me better than me." Tom's complexion suddenly sank, and the protracted ending sound he was used to suddenly He became extremely cold and severe, "You are just joking when you say this. You should take care of yourself, you are about to fail this semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts, and you don't need to spend any more time getting in my way."

"Listen Tom, even if your research is successful, I will never let you apply the results to yourself!" Billy was so dizzy with anger that he was almost incoherent, "I thought you were different, at least like me. What I read in the past—" He suddenly realized what he had almost said, bit his lips violently, and the second half of the sentence was swallowed into his throat again: he thought this Tom who had been with him for five years was not That Voldemort, though he still sometimes jokingly referred to the dark-haired boy in his mind as "the future Dark Lord" - was he wrong?

Tom's delicate features twisted slightly, but he didn't speak, just stared at Billy, waiting for him to finish.

They were all silent for a while.

Billy's clear brown eyes sparkled, and a flush of red ran from his cheeks to his neck. He took two deep breaths, and finally said harshly, "Merlin! I can't understand what you're thinking! What would you do instead?" It's mine—I'd rather have the soul separated from the body now than chop it up like a pie!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Billy knew he was wrong—the words were too much, far beyond Tom's bottom line.

The metaphor of "cutting the pie" that is not afraid of death completely angered Tom. He stood there quietly, his eyes were red, but his face was extremely pale.The corners of his thin lips twisted, and after a while, he slowly pulled out a cold smile——

The fire in the office fireplace flicked out for a moment, then flickered back on, blazing horribly, against Tom's black eyes that seemed to be on fire too.

Billy's face also turned pale, but he still stood there straight, facing Tom who looked cold but was actually furious, he felt inexplicably deeply depressed.

"That's right, I'm researching how to obtain eternal life. Of course, I don't have any clue yet, but it is said that the answer can finally be found in the division of the soul." Tom spoke, but the voice was too soft and dangerous.Sure enough, he took big steps in the next second, walked up to Billy step by step, and looked at him condescendingly, "And you—you are telling me that you are not afraid of death at all, are you? I Curious to know, Billy Stubbs, where this Gryffindor-like bravery of yours comes from."

Billy looked up slightly, looking straight into those reddened black eyes: "If by 'Gryffindor bravery' you don't mean stupid—"

"Yes." Tom said curtly, narrowing his eyes, "you know that's what I mean."

Billy felt a spasm in his throat, and he simply kept silent, waiting for Tom to explode.

However, unexpectedly, Tom didn't look impatient at all, and his voice became softer: "So you never thought about it, what would happen if your soul was really separated from your body?"

"I don't see how this has anything to do with what we've just been discussing," said Billy dryly, in a voice so husky that he could hardly hear himself, "but me as your friend— "

Tom cut him off with a short, contemptuous sneer: "Friend?"

The surrounding torches and the fire in the fireplace flickered and burned even more horribly.

Billy pursed his lips.For some reason, though he could almost make out what Tom was going to say next, he sincerely hoped that it would not be too mean.He had to admit that his feelings for Tom had made him less and less able to tolerate that Riddle-like callousness.But Tom's next words made him tremble slightly.

"Friend?" The tall boy repeated slowly, his black eyes still glowing red, but he was completely stern, "Since you have judged that your soul will have no effect on me even if you leave your body —yes, we all admit it—then how can you have no shame in thinking you deserve to be my friend?"

——The lethality of these words was too strong, Billy took two steps back, feeling that something was hammering his chest, and Tom's words with prolonged endings were no less than a Cruciatus Curse!

He stood there with a pale face, feeling the ringing in his ears, and he was a little uncertain whether to pull out his wand and fight Tom, or just slam the door and leave.At some point, the large stack of books on the ground has been scattered on the ground, and the creatures that have taken the unknown potion are struggling and writhing in pain in various bloody forms on the illustrations on the pages.

"This kind of pointless quarrel is really disappointing," Tom turned his back suddenly, no longer looking at Billy's expression, his tall and thin shoulders were stretched straight, and his voice was cold and hard, "let's stop here. This It's my brig—get out, Stubbs."

Billy felt his mind go blank, and he stood for a while before turning around and walking outside.He closed the door, and the red tapestry in front of him made people dizzy.When he was about to lift his foot, he staggered, and it turned out that his leg was already numb.

"Hello, Stubbs."

—It seems that someone called him.

Billy leaned against the stone wall, and it took him a while to realize, wiped his face with effort, and turned around.The portrait that was accidentally pulled by him protested angrily: "Hey, kid! Be careful, I was almost dragged to the ground by you!"

The man standing opposite had brilliant platinum-blonde hair, and Abraxas leaned against the wall with a smile that was neither humble nor condescending: "Hi, little Stubbs."

Billy managed to pull himself together and looked at him: "Good afternoon, Malfoy. What's the matter?"

"Hmm—probably something happened." The young man of the Malfoy family tilted his head, he could never stand upright as if he had hypochondriacs, his right leg was bent, and he put one hand in the pocket of his robe, "Of course , I was just passing by by chance. If I heard anything, it was because you were too loud."

Billy stared at him and felt his temples throbbing.

"You look like you're about to hit me. Hold on to your wand, hold back, Stubbs, hold back." Abraxas smiled nonchalantly. "Honestly, you haven't seen him lose his temper yet, have you?" ?” He said while lifting his chin towards the confinement room.

Billy glanced at him feebly. "So you've seen it?"

"Of course, although he has always acted like a nice guy. Ha, only Hufflepuffs can't see it at all." Abraxas shrugged, his pretty face was full of Interesting smile, "Oh—maybe I should put it another way: he just never lost his temper with you?"

Billy felt his nerves twitching, which caused a sharp pain in his head, and he couldn't bear to ask, "What the hell are you trying to say?"

"Just one word," Abraxas straightened up, and walked slowly past Billy, with brisk steps, "he has a bad temper, and he always speaks harshly when he is angry, but he has never spoken so softly— You should probably think about whether he has other emotions besides being angry this time."

"Thank you for your suggestion," Billy said dryly, "but it's up to me to take it or not. I don't have time to explore the spiritual world of the most popular boy in the grade, so I'll leave it to writing to him every three days. Those second-grade girls from a love letter!"

The Saturday afternoon row came as violent and unexpected as a storm.But to be honest, Billy regretted it before the evening.

I regret it as hell.

He had even made up his mind that as soon as Tom entered the dormitory, they would have a good talk again, and he would apologize for his attitude in the afternoon-and he could use Nagini and Victor to relieve the tense atmosphere at critical moments.

However, everything backfired.

Tom didn't come back all night.There was only a note slipped under the door, and the handwriting on it wasn't even his.The note only briefly stated that Riddle would be staying in Malfoy's dormitory today.Billy knew it was a single room at the end of the tunnel, but of course he couldn't do the stupid thing of knocking on the door in the middle of the night.According to Tom's temper, he probably wouldn't open the door at all.

Nagini and Victor snuggled together for the once-in-a-millennium time and fell asleep by the fireplace.Billy glanced back at his and Tom's comm badge over the bed—gray, silent.It seemed like it hadn't been lit for half a century.

25 One night waiting outside the stone wall

Early the next morning, Billy with dark circles under his eyes came to have breakfast at the Slytherin table. His cloudy expression made Lucretia, who was always calm, frown.

"So you really quarreled."

"Oh," Billy squinted his eyes unbearably, "please don't talk about it."

"Anyway, it's going to spread throughout the whole grade." Lucretia took an egg, slowly turned the egg holder and cracked it open with a small silver spoon, "I won't have one more."

Billy moaned|groaned, almost buried his head in the milk jug: "Damn Merlin... wish I could swallow everything I said yesterday..."

Lucretia raised her eyebrows: "You should go back and read the rules, Billy."

"Yes, I know," said Billy grimly. "The Sixth Rule of the World: 'Atonement is always after the fact, and restraint is the first commandment.' I suppose that's what you mean?"

Lucretia looked much more satisfied, she turned her head and continued to knock on her boiled eggs: "But you don't have to be too upset, I believe that there must be some angry words in your quarrel yesterday--it was not deliberately hurtful after careful consideration, forgive me It's always easier."

"I think something is wrong." Billy shook his milk glass absently. "Honestly, it took me a long time to realize... Tom and I seem to have misunderstood the other's point. We were both so angry that we talked. It's like throwing every jinx I can think of at someone - and it's all missing."

Lucretia sipped a little egg yolk, she turned her head in doubt: "I'm sorry, can you say it again?"

"I mean, I just realized that our topic has finally been completely deflected, and the focus has become-" Billy subconsciously clenched his milk glass as soon as he remembered Tom's words, "Anyway, the thing that annoys me the most is not Nothing else, but he said that I was not his friend at all. I never expected to be the kind of... confidant who suits him best, but ordinary ones still count, right?"

Lucretia frowned and looked at Billy for a while, seeing him blink quickly inexplicably, before she said slowly: "Rules—"

"..., Article [-] of the "Manner of the World," Billy gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words, "'cautious, unscrupulous, sure, and then a friend of life and death.' Please, Lucretia—you mean to say This one?"

Lucretia smiled slightly: "I think I probably know where the crux lies." She put down the silver spoon, raised her chin and looked at Billy, "As far as the rule just now is concerned, you really deserve to be a Slytherin. Del failed much more. Or it can be said this way: I don’t know how he treats others, but as far as you are concerned, he is not qualified for this.”

"...Did you get too involved in Muggle Studies class?" Billy was stunned for a long time, and finally managed to say, "You seem to be possessed by some Shakespeare or Burns. Merlin, Can you say something to make me understand?"

After all, Tom doesn't care about rules, Billy thought.That proud guy only regards his behavior as a yardstick, and it is an honor for the code to conform to it, and it doesn't matter if it doesn't.

Lucretia narrowed her eyes in an expression that often appeared on Tom's face.She looked at Billy with pity, and shook her head: "In this way, Riddle is quite pitiful."

"I hope he doesn't hear that. Goodbye, Lucretia." Billy completely lost his appetite, he stood up dejectedly rubbing his temples, and couldn't help but smile wryly, "I don't know if casting an oblivion spell on him will work. ..."

"Nice idea. Good luck, then."

"..."

near midnight

This stumbling weekend has finally come to an end. Most of the students have already finished their homework due the next day and went to bed.Of course, it is not known whether there are individual Gryffindors wandering and exploring, and individual Hufflepuffs go to the house elf kitchen.

Yet at least one of the Slytherins was still up.

A tall, lanky figure walked through the lake tunnel towards the Slytherin common room, walking fairly fast, almost in stride.The lights on both sides were faintly on, and in this quiet tunnel that was almost hallucinatory, even the slight rustle of the black robe following his steps could be clearly heard.

Tom is back from a weekend of lockdown.Logically speaking, he should have opened the door of the common room and walked in immediately, and then had a quick rest, but he stopped suddenly five meters away from the stone wall.

Like a nail driven into the ground suddenly, or a body-binding charm cast, Tom stood there very straight, looking ugly, as if unwilling to take a step forward.

— Slytherin and one other were up too.

Billy sat cross-legged in front of the stone door, leaning his back against the damp wall, looking up at Tom.His pale pajamas and pale face made him look like a mass of ghostly shadows.

Under Tom's cold gaze, Billy slowly stood up against the wall: "I know," he said with a shrug, "even if you want to live with Malfoy, you have to go through the door of the common room."

Tom said nothing, he just stared at Billy sullenly for a moment, then walked right around him to the stone door.Billy grabbed him by the sleeve before he could say the command: "Come on, Tom, we have to talk."

"Oh—" It was that hateful drawl and mocking smirk again, "I don't see why it's necessary."

"I insist," said Billy softly, looking steadily at Tom. "I apologize for every word I said yesterday--with all my heart. But you see, it's not necessarily all my fault, Yes or no?"

Tom raised his eyebrows coldly: "Yeah, you're not wrong at all. It's all my fault."

Billy took two deep breaths, trying to restrain his anger that was about to rise: "You know I didn't mean it—" He suddenly shivered and stopped.

It was a cold night this season, and Billy had forgotten how long he had been waiting for Tom, except that it was a miracle he hadn't been spotted by the janitor.Now his lips were purple with cold, and even the hand holding Tom's cuff was trembling slightly.He waited for the chill to pass, and was about to speak, but was interrupted impatiently by Tom: "Are you going to wake everyone in Slytherin? Go in and talk!"

The tall boy tugged his sleeves and walked towards the stone gate.Billy tugged on Tom's sleeve, he staggered two steps violently, and bumped his head on him.

"Glory." Tom frowned and whispered the password.The door opened, and he grabbed Billy's cold wrist with his backhand and strode towards their dormitory.

"Speak." The door closed.The crackling flames in the fireplace in the dormitory made the dark green velvet curtains warm and cozy. Tom stood condescendingly in front of his bed, looking at Billy with folded arms, "What do you want to talk about?"

Victor didn't live in Sita these two days, and the little owl was as excited as fluffy bullets shooting around the room when he saw them coming back.And Nagini kept spitting out letters, turning her head back and forth to make "hissing" sounds at Tom and Billy respectively, and she was now a very chattering snake.

"Sit down, and then change into your pajamas." Billy leaned against the fireplace, still shivering slightly, "Or do you just want to go out as soon as I finish speaking, and stay with Malfoy for the night?" ?”

"That's what you want to say?" Tom pursed his lips and sneered, his arms hugged his chest even tighter, "Probably. Is there anything else?"

Billy raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender. He touched his nose with a wry smile: "I said, Tom, I apologize. It's not perfunctory, it's sincere, I'm sorry for everything I said yesterday. He raised his eyes and looked at Tom sincerely, "Because I haven't even asked you why--that's what I really want to say," he said in a word, "I just want to know, you do What is this matter for?"

"I'm going to bed," said Tom stiffly, and he turned to open the door. "Good night."

Billy took a step forward, slammed the door shut, and pulled Tom back, who turned and blocked the door.

Tom took two steps back unexpectedly, blinking quickly, and looked at Billy in disbelief, as if he didn't believe Billy dared to do this to him.

"Brilliant," said Tom slowly, coldly and haughtily, after they faced each other for a while, "you're really getting braver."

Nagini and Victor finally belatedly realized the weird atmosphere between their two masters, one was inexplicably chirping, the other hissed and whispered to each other.

Billy looked at Tom without flinching: "The reason."

"Okay." Tom paused, and then pulled out a sharp, ironic smirk, which was the limit of his tolerance. "The reason is—" He walked slowly towards Billy until they were close to each other. Couldn't be any closer.The firelight in the fireplace was behind Tom, and Billy had to look up to see his expression in the shadows, "The reason is that I do. I find it interesting, playful, and exciting. Could you please open the door now, so I can go back to sleep?"

--boom!Billy felt as though Tom had cast a searing spell on his brain, and the flames flared up, consuming all his restraint of the evening.

"Even a troll can tell you're being perfunctory Tom Riddle! How old are you? Three years old? Five years old?" He couldn't help blurting out, "Better not to tell me why Do that—what is there to hide?"

"Oh—there's nothing to hide," said Tom, taking Billy's exasperation quite calmly this time, and he looked more haughty. "I'm sorry, but that's all I want to say."

"Ha!" Billy laughed back angrily. "Then let me guess. You want to gain eternal life—you must know that there is a stone called the Philosopher's Stone in legend, right? If I were you, I would never find There is no reason to be in such a hurry to make trouble with my own soul! After all, as a soul shaker, I didn't even—"

He stopped suddenly.

Billy felt something vaguely wrong.In those blurted words he seemed to find some vague things that crackled and crackled in his brain - and among the countless sparks he seemed to finally catch a spark that made his eyes flash. sentence, yet he couldn't believe it was true.He asked softly in a hoarse voice, "I said...no, you...don't you?"

"what?"

Billy tentatively continued to ask, stammering, "Is it for... me?"

Tom pursed his lips and stood haughtily. He neither admitted nor refuted, but slightly lowered his eyelids, and there was a strange light in his squinted black eyes.

This look is equivalent to answering everything.But is this possible?Tom Riddle was so proud, vain, and good at the same time, so incredibly gifted...

Things seemed to take a sudden turn for the worse, and Billy began to feel his legs go weak.His face was pale, and he touched his nose in bewilderment: "Oh...Merlin, I really—"

"Do you want to say that you are really grateful?" Tom sneered shortly, and the corners of his lips twisted slightly, "That's unnecessary."

"Oh——" Billy stared blankly at Tom. He seemed to want to continue to say something, but his tongue seemed to be broken in his mouth. After a long time, he just let out another "oh" with difficulty. .

Tom looked at him for a while, then waved his hand suddenly and impatiently at will: "Come on, don't look at me like that, Billy, like you're about to cry. Anyway, it seems I should say it for me too." Apologize for something you said, don't you? Look, Stubbs, I didn't say I'd do that just to put you off—I did."

"So..." Billy kept blinking his eyes, and he had to grit his teeth to barely restrain the choke that surged up in his throat, which made his pronunciation of every word extremely awkward, "Are you Say, what you said yesterday...isn't true? You admit...I'm your good friend? "

Tom snorted disapprovingly, turned his head away, and drew out his voice, but replied without hesitation: "Well, I think." Of course, his posture was still so arrogant, "Probably a little better than that." .”

26 A special holiday

There was silence in the dark green dormitory.Through the window, you can see the sparkling water waves at the bottom of the lake.Nagini and Victor huddled together, visibly sleepy, staring blankly at their silent master.

Billy suddenly walked towards the fireplace in three steps at a time, turned his back to Tom, and stood facing the fire without moving.The tall black-haired boy frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"

"I'm just...a bit cold. Leave me alone and don't talk to me...now you can go to bed."

Surprisingly, Tom was in no hurry to answer the door this time.He didn't even make a sound, just watched Billy's back in light-colored pajamas silently, and then slowly lowered the arm he had been holding on his chest just now.

After a while, Billy sniffed lightly, and he was finally able to control his voice: "Since you haven't left yet, let me say one more thing: Thank you. And—I'm sorry."

"This is my dormitory." Tom paused for a moment, then said slowly, "Where else do you want me to go?"

"..."

Tom walked over to Billy, who was still staring intently at the fire—as if there was something in particular that attracted his attention.

They watched the burning flame together for a while, and Billy finally said, "Sleep?"

"you are tired?"

"so sleepy."

"Good night."

"Good night."

Thanks to Merlin - tacitly, they made up.

At the end of the whole thing, the unluckiest man turned out to be Abraxas Malfoy, much to everyone's surprise.The lights in Malfoy's dormitory were kept on that night, but the rumors of Riddle's return were scattered all over Slytherin in less than a week.A curly-haired girl who just broke up with him two weeks ago went to the long table to express her hatred in public one day and said that Playboy had finally been dumped once.

"According to Lucretia's friendly information, the rumor is likely to be spread by Florence Rodtick, who was once quite close to Malfoy; Mary Snow probably also played a role in it." Billy and Tom sat by the lake, and the sunny afternoon in early winter seemed particularly precious, "But really," Billy paused, "he didn't really wait for you all night, did he?"

Wizard chess lay between them, and the chess pieces were chattering and chattering.And Tom didn't look up at all, Billy could only see the top of his black hairy head.

"Boring," said Tom curtly, and he made a move without hesitation. "You lose."

"..."

The white pieces complained about Billy's half-heartedness, while the black pieces laughed smugly. Tom pursed his lips and said, "Shut up."

All is quiet.Over the past few years, Tom was terrified of this game of wizard chess. Faced with this situation, Billy really didn't know whether to be thankful or to be speechless.He touched his nose and said, "Another game?"

"No." Tom stood up and patted the dirt on his robe. "I'm going to the library to find something."

"Didn't we agree to—"

"Yes, we have an agreement. I promise you won't be looking for any more banned|books," said Tom casually, "but I don't think it's a breach of agreement to look up my middle name."

Billy paused. "Marvolo?" he whispered knowingly. "Yeah, you should change direction on that too."

"Besides, forget about the damn soul research. Are you really going to keep bringing that up?" Tom sneered. "Don't think I don't know why you waited for me in the underground tunnel in your pajamas that day— "

"To win your sympathy, of course." Billy took the words, admitted generously, and smiled tactfully, "You see, I'm a Slytherin after all."

Tom squinted at him, and walked towards the castle in front: "Since you are so frank, I'd better tell you something. Abraxas invited me and you to the Malfoy family's Han in Lincolnshire in summer. Jin Manor is on vacation, and in order to express my apology for leaving without saying goodbye that night, I have already agreed."

"Wait a minute! What—" Billy froze for a moment, he got up from the ground in a hurry, packed up the wizard chess, and strode after Tom, "Say it again."

Tom looked at him casually: "I never knew you were deaf."

"You said yes?" said Billy angrily. "To apologize? That's a condescension! But I won't go, Tom, and you'd be wrong if you thought I'd be at your mercy." -"

"Great," Tom said, still striding forward, he didn't care about Billy's answer at all, and even raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "I never expected you to be obedient. But I still want to ask: why?"

"Because I don't like Abraxas Malfoy, though I don't know why," Billy said flatly. "It's as simple as that."

"Oh—that's unfortunate." Tom drew out abominably. "It's still a long way from summer, Billy. You can try to fight for at least seven months, and I wish you success with all my heart."

"..."

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After seven months of Billy's grueling struggle, things had long since become non-negotiable.

Even the eccentric Merlin seemed to bless Tom with so little homework this holiday - so Billy couldn't find even one last reason to make a weak objection, and Tom's threat was fairly simple and effective: "Think about the The Quidditch World Cup last time, Billy. To put it another way, how many games of wizard chess have you lost in the past few months? I seem to remember that our rule is to give each other a request every time we lose a game," he finally closed the box. The sound of "bang" is the final conclusion, "So don't try to escape, you have to go."

Billy was dying: "I remember you said half a year ago that I could fight."

"I did allow you to fight, but you have failed miserably."

"..."

At the end of July, they went to Mrs. Cole to explain the situation - or rather tell a little lie - who was planning a summer trip that even the girls in the orphanage would be afraid to avoid.Billy was in a dilemma at the sight of it: for a couple of seconds he couldn't decide whether going to the Malfoys' Hankin Manor was worse than going on that goddamn "holiday outing".

—but the answer is obvious, in fact, the place without Tom is the worst.

Although he figured this out, Billy's face was still dark when he stepped out of the Floo network.He and Tom stood on the soft printed carpet, and the two house-elves who came forward respectfully cleaned the ashes stuck to their shoulders. In an instant, their robes were as clean as they had just come from Malkin Like the ones off the shelves of the robe store.

A familiar, smooth voice sounded at this moment, and Abraxas walked from the hall door into the living room and walked up to them: "Yes, little Stubbs."

When this young man had nothing to lean on, he had no choice but to finally stand upright—even though he was still a little limp, it made one want to pat him hard on the back.For some reason, Billy felt a headache seeing this Malfoy, and the Libyan elves started dancing on his temples: "... hello, Malfoy."

As if Abraxas was very happy to see Billy's gloomy face, he giggled twice: "I wanted to go to the box to find you on the train back from school, you know, we can have a good chat Let's talk about the arrangements for this holiday. But I am sorry that some things have been delayed. Do you have any special habits and preferences, little Stubbs? I will let them prepare now in time."

"Thank you, you are so generous." Billy laughed dryly, and then cursed Merlin countless times in his heart from head to toe.

"Okay, let's stop here, Abraxas." Tom said lightly beside Billy, "Should we visit Mr. Malfoy first?"

"I don't think so. He's at Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire. It's a bit too much work to go here, isn't it?" Abraxas turned to Tom, and although his tone was not unprincipled, his oily manner The smile can be more restrained.He walked side by side with Tom, and Billy followed silently behind them, "... you know, 'Muggle Wars' has worn him out. Well, we'll be free in the country for a month. Quite a few people have come over, and I'll introduce you to... ha, little Stubbs!" He turned suddenly to Billy, with a big smile that was as bright as his hair.

Billy was taken aback, looked up suspiciously