Fail Demon King

I don't want to question your calculations," Billy's temples began to thump, and he struggled to squeeze his voice out through his teeth, "but are you sure that these games can really reward three people?Who would be as stupid as a goblin who drank the magic potion, and set himself a final exam of all subjects during the summer vacation? ! "

"You and Pruvitt have already signed up, and one more person is enough." Lucretia raised her finger and pointed to a hanging banner next to the cursed silver apple project. The number of applicants for each project, "—look there!"

On the color banner, there is a red number behind the game of finding deformities——3.

Billy never expected that there would be such a hard-working person in the world. He suddenly shuddered: "...Merlin's briefs! That person...couldn't be Tom?"

"No," said an interesting voice, "it's me."

Billy and Lucretia looked back - Abraxas Malfoy was standing sideways.

Lucretia walks off to get Chris' medicine, and Billy bets she won't be back anytime soon.Her gloomy countenance told her that she was in dire need of some delicious confectionery to appease her fretful mood.

Billy and Abraxas stood in the shadow of a large tree.The lawn looked bright and shiny under the noon sun, and next to it was the arena where the housewives weaved spells. Several fat witches were sweating like melted cheese.

"He's with Rodolphus," Abraxas said lightly, meeting Billy's gaze. "Of course you know who I'm talking about, don't you? For an hour Rodolphus adored him like hell."

"...I'm sorry," Billy said dryly, "may I just say—"

"Incredibly talented, incredible. I've seen him use wandless magic, unbelievable ability. Sometimes standing next to him, I even doubt that I'm actually a Squib."

"..."

"But you should be used to it? After all, living with a genius, it's too tiring to think so much." Abraxas paused, and finally stopped, he smiled, "I'm sorry, you just now what to say?"

—Tom gave Malfoy a love potion?

That was the first thought that came to Billy's mind.Aside from popping up and telling Billy that he'd signed up for the ill-fated race, Abraxas's blatant compliments on Tom were inexplicable.Billy looked at him helplessly, and it took a long time before he could say: "It's nothing, I just want to ask you if you would like to cancel the registration for that competition. You know, as long as there are not enough three people—"

"I'm sorry," Abraxas interrupted, with a sly smile, "I thought it sounded interesting—I haven't had a good Transfiguration class yet. See you soon, little Stubb." S."

"..."

— what a strange day it is!

Abraxas was gone, and Billy, left alone on the lawn, retrieved his wand and decided to attribute all the strange feelings to the dizziness of the afternoon sun.He walked aimlessly between several game items, and heard tinkling music faintly sounding not far away, a few children sitting on the merry-go-round, making those wooden horses that were probably quite old complain.

"Hey, kid! Do you want to see this game?"

When Billy turned his head, a fat, kind-looking woman was standing there waving to him.She was standing behind a bush of squalls in full bloom, surrounded by several tall wooden stands with many green apples placed on them.A couple of fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls had just put down their wands in frustration and walked away.

"Curse the silver apples," she said, grinning, and pointing to the apples on the shelf, "use any righteous spell that does not fear danger, hit the ten green apples in numerical order, and find the last silver apple, Shoot it down. Five Sickles a play, and if you hit a silver apple, you don't even pay."

Billy touched his nose: "I thought it was a competition event."

"Of course, a very popular one." The fat witch straightened the pointed hat on her head, "but the competition has not started yet, and this is just an amateur game. Look," she shook the A silver apple, "much smaller than the official competition prizes, pocket-sized. Are you still at Hogwarts? Don't worry, today's Harvest Festival has a letter of approval for underage wizards to use spells."

Billy remembered that he happened to have a few jingling silver coins in his pocket, just in time to kill some time, waiting for Lucretia to come back.In truth, the good lady was the most pleasant person to him today.For that alone, he was worth five Sickles to try his luck.

The first six apples fell quite easily, and they were placed in very convenient positions.Just when Billy raised his wand and aimed at a green apple with a "7" printed on it, a soft cry came from behind him: "Merlin! You are so good, I spent a bag of money on this game!" Gold Galleons, but unfortunately fail on the fourth apple every time."

Billy shook his hand, quickly put down his wand and looked back, there was a slender girl standing behind him.On a sweaty afternoon, she also wore a long shawl over her sapphire-blue gown, and a white cornflower pinned to her peaked hat.

"Good afternoon, Stubbs," she said softly.

"Good afternoon, McMillan."

"It's an interesting game, isn't it?" McMillan looked around Billy as if casually. "Riddle isn't with you? I think he can easily hit the silver apple."

"I'm sorry, I haven't seen him in a while either." Actually— Billy thought dejectedly in his mind: They haven't talked much for two days.

In all fairness, Andromeda MacMillan, who was in Billy's grade, was a pretty girl.She had a pointed jaw, big eyes, and a lot of curly blond hair, but her small voice and innocent personality sometimes made Billy go numb.He had always been adamant that the Sorting Hat must have been out of its head - if a hat had a head - to put her in Slytherin, but now, for some reason, he vaguely felt that he should change his mind. .

—Besides the blood factor, she must be a Slytherin for her unstoppable drive.

"But he will come to you, won't he?" said Macmillan naturally, running a finger around a lock of her curls, and grinning. "Don't lie to me, Stubbs, I think he will." I came to see you. I didn't see you apart much at school except in the library."

—So you must have ambushed in the library many times.

Billy raised his eyebrows, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable, but he still maintained a polite demeanor on the surface: "I'm sorry, I'm not sure about this."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw McMillan's eyes widen slightly, then smiled brightly, and pointed behind him: "Oh!" She said softly, "I'm right! Look, isn't he just standing there? "

Billy was taken aback, and turned around quickly—Tom was standing behind the wooden frame of the Cursed Silver Apple with his arms folded, his hair and eyes looked even darker against the backdrop of a large bush of red squid in bloom , and his complexion was still so pale and cold even under the sun.

Only the well-meaning fat witch was still out of the situation. She smiled and waved to Tom: "Son, do you want to watch this game?"

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30 small silver apples

"That's exactly what I intended," said Tom politely to the kind fat witch. "Thank you, ma'am."

With just such a sentence, the two ladies present's affection for him rose to another level.

"Come on, come on," said the fat lady with such enthusiasm that she even waved her magic wand to cut a gap in the hedge with the weeds, "here's a clever boy who's shot down six Apple. You know each other, don't you?"

"Yes. That's not surprising at all," came Tom, with a lazy smirk, "and he's pretty good at all kinds of spells. Good student at Hogwarts—isn't he, Billy?" "

Tom stopped beside Billy.They stood side by side, and Billy squinted at him with only one sentence in his eyes: You can just say that I failed Defense Against the Dark Arts this semester.

Tom looked at him, too, and they began to exchange silent winks again: I like irony from the opposite side.

Billy rubbed his nose embarrassingly, but had nothing to say.He turned his head, looking for the apple marked with the number 7 just now, and knocked it down with a disarming spell.

Tom crossed his arms, narrowed his eyes coldly, and looked at the scar on Billy's face that glowed blue.The seventh and eighth apples fell in a silence that could only hear Billy casting a spell. Group after group of people passed by, looking at the game curiously, but the noise and excitement seemed to be far away from them. It seems very far away.

It was McMillan who broke the weird silence, blinking her eyes hard to make them appear bigger: "That's amazing!" She paused for a moment, then suddenly said sourly, "I think you will succeed-but you Are you going to give the last silver apple to Black?"

"I don't care." Billy said lightly, and following his words, the last green apple dropped.

He was so absorbed in looking for the final reward that he didn't notice that the lips of Tom, who had a gloomy face beside him, were almost drawn into a straight line.

"You have three chances," the fat witch said aside, "but it's pretty good to be able to do this! Well, let's work hard, child."

At last Billy found the silver apple, which was half the size of a green apple, and it was shiny, with a small silver leaf, and it looked very delicate.However, it's angled too trickily, hiding in a high corner in the upper right corner, not only farther than every target in front, but also half hidden behind another apple.

"Look, Riddle, he's about to make it," McMillan said softly behind Billy. "I'm so envious of Blake."

Finally Tom couldn't restrain his bad temper. He curled his lips disapprovingly, and said viciously and firmly, "He missed."

A red light shot out of Billy's wand—his hands shook at Tom's words, and a large green apple rolled bone-bone off the shelf, while the silver apple remained securely in place.He glanced back at Tom, who folded his arms and twisted his thin lips nonchalantly at him.

Billy took a deep breath, and Tom's sneer made him feel all the blood rushing to his head—now it looked like he was going to hit that silver apple.

However, things backfired, he used too much force, and the angle was off again.The second spell just grazed the silver apple, causing it to roll just a little, and was almost completely hidden behind the cover of the green apple.

"It looks a bit difficult, doesn't it?" said the fat witch worriedly. "There is only one last chance, child."

Things were really sticky, and Billy's nose started to sweat.He shook his teeth slightly, secretly estimated the angle, and then slowly raised his arm——

Suddenly, Tom took a step across and stood behind him.The next second, a slender hand covered Billy's wand-holding fingers.

Billy was taken aback. "You're—what are you doing?"

"Shut up," said Tom gruffly. "I told you you couldn't hit."

"..."

Billy stood there stiffly, feeling utterly queer.

Tom stood behind him, they were almost pressed together.The cold voice of this best friend who had been at odds with him for two days sounded above his ears, and what he could feel was the even breathing passing over the pinna——at such a close distance, even the best friend could It's so abnormal.What's more, Tom's cool and dry palm still tightly covered the back of his hand, and his slender fingers pressed against his palm--hell!At this moment, Billy almost thought he had been hit by another disarming spell, and he felt that his hands were unnaturally numb!

The sun shone blindingly, the lawn was golden, and the silver apples were almost blinding.

In a moment of dizziness, Billy had only one idea left - how stupid the two of them raised their arms together!

"Don't just stand there," said Tom suddenly impatiently, his breathing suddenly becoming short for some reason, "whatever the spell—speak!"

Billy froze for a moment, then he cleared his seemingly blocked throat with difficulty, and read aloud, "Fly away—fly away without a trace!"

Hopefully stammering doesn't affect the spell's effect too much, but at any rate, as Billy says the spell, Tom shakes his hand deftly, and silver light shoots out from an odd angle.It hit the shelf, bounced back, and hit that little silver apple squarely off the side!

However, the effect of this Missile Curse was too obvious, the hit silver apple drew a bright arc with a "swish", and then flew high into the sky.

Tom let go of Billy and took a step back.He took out his wand and said calmly, "The silver apple is flying." Two seconds later, the little thing flew back shining silver, and landed just right on his open palm.

The kind fat witch opened her mouth wide, looking confused: "Seriously, um... I'm not sure if this complies with the rules, but... this counts as shooting it down, right?"

Billy: "..."

McMillan clapped his eyes brightly. "That's great! Oh—Riddle! Will you give it to me?"

Tom watched her with his lips pursed quietly, without speaking.

However, this did not hinder McMillan's interest. She continued cheerfully: "We can go for a walk together. There is a pond over there. I passed by there in the morning - it is beautiful - there is a white mist, Like a goblin bride's wedding dress."

Billy couldn't take it anymore, he decided to turn around and leave immediately.He guessed his facial expression must be contorted, because he couldn't help laughing right away.In fact, he wasn't mad at Tom at all now, on the contrary, he sympathized with Tom as hell--I don't know how Tom talked to McMillan for so long that night, and still managed to be so polite It's an illusion, the mean words in his heart must have exploded.

"I don't want to," said Tom curtly.

Billy thought he had heard it wrong, and he looked back at Tom in amazement, and McMillan was as surprised as he was.

But Tom went on, of course, his handsome face looking rather ruthless: "Besides, fog is fog, it's the condensation of water vapor in the air, it's not the goblins getting married - I suggest you take Muggle studies and borrow them physics to figure that out. You probably also need to pay attention so you don't end up stuck with me in the library asking questions."

After he finished speaking, he put the silver apple into the pocket of his robe, gave Billy a sideways look, and strode away.

Billy thanked the stunned fat witch, and then kindly pulled McMillan to the shade not far away—she looked flushed, and Billy was really worried that she would faint in the next second.

"How is it possible?" McMillan's eyebrows were raised gradually, which was quite different from her usual gentle image. She bit her lip and said sharply, "This is so rude! Who does he think he is?"

"Well, you know," Billy shrugged, "it's tiring to always be the opposite of yourself. I thought you'd understand him on that point." He faintly heard someone calling himself Name, looking up, Lucretia was literally Merlin's saviour, waving at him twenty feet away.He seized the opportunity to say quickly, before McMillan became hysterical: "Sorry, I have to go. Happy Harvest Festival, McMillan."

"Chris found the medicine," Lucretia shoved a small red box into Billy's hand, "but it might be a bit spicy to put on." She frowned, "Why are you with McMillan?"

"Accident," Billy said curtly, taking another light green package from Lucretia. "What's this?"

"I couldn't find any candied pineapple, Chris said only rosebuds in candied fruit."

"Thanks." Billy picked out a particularly plump one and put it in his mouth. "I think it's best to stay away from her in the future-I mean McMillan."

"You'd better do this." Lucretia sneered, "The pure Andromeda has a very bad reputation among girls. I really don't know why you boys always like to chase her."

Billy nearly choked on the rosebud. "Wait, I didn't—"

"She's looking for boys like collecting stamps, all types are good. Some people think she's so innocent, and Aguilar still misses her until now. I heard that she had her eyes on Riddle last school year," Lucretia said with a slanted gesture. Leigh glanced, "Don't be careless, Billy, you're not without danger, it's just that the temptation of the dream girl of the first grade and one-third of the girls in the school is too great. But it is said that she doesn't mean it, you know, blood after all— —" She stopped suddenly, and Lucretia quickly stroked her black hair, "I'm sorry."

"Oh—it's okay." Billy reacted a moment before understanding why she apologized, "I know you didn't mean that."

"Thank you." Lucretia said briefly, she bit her lip, "It's almost four o'clock, we'd better go to the place where we're looking for the shapeshifting objects."

"..."

Needless to say, the damn game process.

When the game started, Pruvitt stood there with a livid face, staring at Lucretia walking with her head held high, holding Billy's arm; and by the end of the game, the tall boy was like a ripe giant flower. tomato.

Billy was worried that Pruvitt was about to explode, because he was so angry that his nose was an unnatural crimson color and he stumbled as he left the field.It can only be said that Pruvitt is not good at transfiguration, and it is really courageous for him to sign up for the competition.To be honest, if Lucretia hadn't deliberately created this misunderstanding, Billy might have found him quite admirable.

——There is no suspense in the ending. Billy won the game with only three people. He found almost half of the items required by the competition system in the pile of deformed objects.

Abraxas happily moved to the bottom with a smile, and he was much more magnanimous than Pruvitt: "I am No.3." He carefully looked at a teapot that was distorted due to failure in the transformation and recovery , said, "I think my father would be so proud of me."

The match was unexpectedly upset - most people who witnessed the duel between Pruvitt and Billy did not hesitate to bet on the former, and Billy's odds on the big upset reached a staggering 58 to [-], The people who found out that they had made a wrong bet and lost all their money cursed Merlin loudly, and there was a lot of grief all around.

"Listen," Lucretia concluded with a sneer, "the wailing of these people can be heard even in Northern Ireland."

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31 A bush of thorny roses

The sky darkened, and night began to fall.The gold-winged elves playing in the sun are gone, replaced by a group of cheerful sylphs, who use their transparent air wings to create large beautiful clouds in the night sky.There are dots of starlight reflected on the water surface of the pond, and some beautiful water demons are singing ethereally among the floating algae.

The ill-fated Harvest Festival seemed to be coming to an end at last, and Billy breathed a sigh of relief.

He and Lucretia walked on a secluded path in the back garden. From here, they could see the bright lights in the hall, and could hear the noise of the carnival crowd on the lawn from a distance, but there was no one in sight.

They took two glasses of sweet strawberry wine and sat beside a large bush of roses, drinking it comfortably in the night wind.Thanks to Lucretia, Billy didn't think he was hungry at all, and he dared to eat two pounds of candied rosebuds today.

"...So, he really turned his head away after saying those words? Riddle is indeed a man with a brain," Lucretia took a sip of strawberry wine, showing a rare satisfied expression, "I guess McMillan His expression must be wonderful."

Billy glanced at her. "Don't gloat, Luti, think about your Pruvitt. If he goes to sue, I don't think your father will let your behavior go."

"He won't say anything." Lucretia said firmly, and she curled her lips disapprovingly, "Think about his 'Pruvitt's pride'. As far as I know, he will leave in mid-August, Going back to Durmstrang for school, so you just have to hold out for ten more days."

—Ten days? !

Billy stared at Lucretia wide-eyed, and was about to speak when he stopped suddenly.At the end of this secluded path, there was the faint sound of footsteps stepping on the gravel. It sounded like this person was taking long strides, and walking in a hurry.They looked up at the same time.

After a while, Lucretia saw clearly who that person was.She gave Billy a hard look, and said in a low voice, "For Merlin's sake, please! Please don't mention that name for the next ten days—why don't you take a horoscope class?" She straightened her neck and took another look, then turned her head and said quickly, "His face doesn't look very good—" She suddenly stopped.

A glass of strawberry liqueur stood alone on the stone bench beside Lucretia, and Billy had long since disappeared.

Billy crouched behind a bush of roses, hoping that Pruvitt would never stop to chat with Lucretia.Or Lucretia could kindly take him away—but that was clearly unlikely.He was cursing Merlin secretly, when suddenly there was a sound of flowers and branches beside him, and a person pushed them aside and squeezed in.Billy was taken aback, and quickly turned his head to look. Lucretia squeezed in, frowning.

She whispered darkly to Billy, "What are you doing hiding here?"

"I don't see any reason to confront him head-on." Billy replied in a low voice, gritting his teeth. "Anyway, why are you squeezing in? No matter what he does, he can't cast a jinx on you!"

"Actually—" Lucretia pondered for a while, "I don't know either."

"..."

"Oh," Lucretia moaned softly as she brushed aside the rose branches, "the thorns are in my face... these Landigreces!"

Billy also noticed these delicate plants.They are taller and brighter than normal roses, but their spikes are also more formidable.That's why they're called the Landygrass Rose - one of the Norse Valkyries, meaning "shield breaker".They are often planted around gardens as a defensive fence. In addition, in herbal medicine, these spikes can be used as a powerful medicinal ingredient for a spell of imprisonment, but for those who want to hide among the roses of Landy Grace, They are the most troublesome things.

"You got in here out of nowhere," Billy murmured sullenly, throwing his arms around Lucretia's face and shoulders. "Come here, be careful—shh, don't talk! He's coming."

The approaching Pruvitt was grumpy, and Billy and Lucretia could only tell that from the sounds they heard.He sounded like he was moaning angrily, and then Billy heard some popping noises, and Pruvitt kept cursing "Damn!", as if he was casting a ramming spell on the stone wall next to the path.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to vent his anger. After a while, the creaking footsteps on the stones disappeared, and the surroundings returned to silence.

Lucretia poked Billy's arm and motioned him to look up with her eyes.Billy felt that his legs were numb, and he wanted to stand up quickly, but he shrank back suddenly after a little movement: there was a sound of footsteps approaching again, could it be that Pruvitt went back and forth?

However, the next familiar voice made Billy's eyes widen. It turned out to be Tom talking: "...Yes, I want to abandon it." His voice sounded rather grim, "...has made me sick for years."

The other voice belonged to Abraxas, but he was not cynical at all, but rather respectful: "...Of course... Now that it's decided... it's really good news, but to be honest, I'm not too surprised... "

Lucretia heard it too, and raised her eyebrows at Billy, making a gesture to stand up.

Billy pressed her shoulders without hesitation, and even put a hand over her mouth.Lucretia didn't make a sound, she just expressed her anger and incomprehension at this offense with sharp eyes: That's not Pruvitt, why can't we go out?

Billy thought for a moment, then lip-synced her answer: Actually, I don't know either.

Lucretia blinked hard twice, but she remained cooperatively still, her face resting on Billy's shoulder.Billy leaned forward cautiously, trying to hear what Tom and the others were saying.

"Did I read it wrong?" The footsteps stopped suddenly, and Tom spoke slowly. He and Abraxas were already very close to the rose bush where Billy and the others were hiding. "The flower bush seemed to move."

"Celtic goblins I think—who would be foolish enough to hide behind these roses but little creatures like that?" Abraxas said softly. clean."

Billy froze suddenly.He didn't dare to move again, for fear of causing the slightest tremor of flowers and leaves.

Fortunately, Tom didn't seem to care too much about this, and he didn't say anything more.In a moment of suppressed silence, Abracasas spoke again: "Then, what should we call in the future—"

There was a hissing sound of the spell piercing the air, and Tom wrote a line of scarlet letters out of thin air with his wand.Then Billy, holding his breath behind the rosebushes, heard him say coldly, "Voldemort."

A gust of cool evening wind blew by, and amidst the strong fragrance of flowers, Billy shivered uncontrollably!

Since returning to this era, he has never heard of this name—Voldemort.

Billy felt confused and confused. Tom and Abraxas were still talking, but he couldn't make out a word.Those sounds and words were like meaningless gibberish, they bounced off his eardrums and couldn't be received by his brain at all.

--He is back.Is the Dark Lord really coming back?

Billy felt a golden light flashing before his eyes, and for a moment he felt that his soul must be leaving his body. He couldn't even feel the rose thorns digging into his skin, but could hear the sound of the distant lawn. The carnival crowd shouted "Cheers!".

——No, this is not right!

He couldn't really connect the original Voldemort with Tom!When the name that once made all wizards tremble was uttered coldly, it was like resurrecting a terrible curse.But for some reason, Billy's mind came to the Tom who played wizard chess with him, made him medicine, played pranks on Nagini and Victor, and wished Merry Christmas to each other!

This was Billy's version of Tom: a tall, lanky handsome boy with limp black hair out of character; A list of all the useful reference books tucked under Billy's textbooks, and casually declaring that he didn't mean to; living with him certainly involved friction and swallowing, but it wasn't any worse than living with someone else— —Billy, on the contrary, believes that his friendship with himself is unique.

It seemed that a voice whispered aggressively to him in his heart: Thinking about the last soul study, is that kind of doubt really in line with the "Rules" and is it really harmless to feelings?Shouldn't you trust your roommate, friend, brother unconditionally?Now that you know the history, why not try to reverse it - that noseless Voldemort is still decades away at least, isn't it?

A strange light in front of his eyes brought Billy out of his thoughts and brought him back to reality: his legs and feet were numb behind the rose bush, his right arm was stiffened around Lucretia's cheek, and the rose spikes hurt his neck, shoulders and arms. Brings a sting.A large piece of golden-red light shone from above his head, and the ferocious thorns, jagged green fields and delicate flowers in front of his eyes suddenly became as clear as daytime——

"Bang!" "Crack!"

Then the sound rang out - it turned out that it was the fireworks lit by the crowd on the lawn!Large pieces of golden light fell from the sky, crackling and flickering, like bright meteors, and then disappeared in mid-air.

"Abraxas," Billy heard Tom whisper, "the bushes are moving. And besides," he chuckled grimly, "I don't think goblins have dark chestnut and black hair."

"I'm sorry—Okay, ok, ok." Abraxas paused, parting the bushes, smiling amusedly, pretending to be surprised, "Oh! Lucretia And little Stubbs, are you guys hiding here? Of course, of course, it's all over the place... but I don't think it'd be a good place to practice kissing here - are you going to pick a rose for Lucretia ?”

Billy and Lucretia stood up in embarrassment, and the latter moved away Billy's hand that was still covering her mouth, and gave him a very dissatisfied look: "I said it a long time ago, it's better to stand up just now-put your hands down!" Billy, you're suffocating me." She frowned and looked at the spikes still on Billy's body, "You need to clean up these things quickly, the healing spell won't work on them... oh, you I'm going to get the medicine from Chris!"

Billy didn't even bother to answer her.He struggled to put his stiff arm off Lucretia's shoulder, and when he touched his leg, he accidentally touched a broken thorn in the robe. He hissed, and then began to look around embarrassingly.

He didn't dare to look at Tom directly, because the corner of his eye had already told him how ugly Tom's face was.

"I've got to explain," Billy whispered, trying to clear his throat, "first of all, we're not hiding here - hiding here to practice...Damn it!" He broke down.

"Don't be so stupid," Lucretia looked at Abraxas sullenly, which was a kind of justifiable anger, "of course we didn't kiss. The problem is with you, Abraxas, why did Hankin manor plant such Doranti Grace Rose?"

"I apologize." Abraxas didn't take offense at all, he nodded with a smile, "Tomorrow I will tell Chris to let him grow some gentle and weak plants in the garden, so that couples can enjoy the tender time."

"..."

Another firework bloomed in the night sky, and a mass of silver light exploded in the dark blue night, illuminating the night like day.Those rays of light did not fall down this time, but diffused to the surroundings, and finally completely merged into the constellation.

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