Fail Demon King

Under the bright fireworks, Tom's face was ashen.He pursed his lips and fixedly stared at the boy opposite, who was either touching his nose or scratching his eyebrows, with an awkward expression on his face.Then, step by step, he walked up to Billy and said firmly, "Come back with me."

Before he could react, Billy was grabbed by the arm rather roughly by Tom - he avoided the spikes, of course - and was staggered towards the tall, brightly lit building.

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The author has something to say: Don't hate Miss Liu, trust Guanzi: Miss Liu is all, nothing, threatening, threatening~ [Janzi really likes her...T_T]

PS: Thank you Mobai for the landmines, I will continue to work hard~╭(╯3╰)╮

I wish you all a happy reading~O(n_n)O

32 A Surprise Goodnight Kiss

Billy was directly pulled upstairs by Tom.

He was dragged by Tom, stumbling across the carpeted hall, past house-elves bowing to them, and stumbling up the stairs.

Billy felt his cheeks burn, but they seemed to be the only ones back inside as everyone was still outside celebrating the Harvest Party.However, he felt it was too strange to be held tightly by the arm by Tom, so he couldn't help moving his elbow slightly.

"I suggest that you'd better not try to resist," they were going upstairs, Tom turned his head slightly in front of him, and glanced at Billy condescendingly, his delicate side face was slightly distorted by clenching his teeth, like the cold stairs Like a hard marble handrail, "Otherwise I don't mind casting a Full Body Binding Charm on you before carrying you upstairs."

"Uh, using the word 'revolt' doesn't it—"

"Shut up," said the usually curmudgeon, irritably, "keep quiet until I talk to you tonight, or I'll make you quiet—you know how I can do it!"

"..."

They walked all the way into Billy's room, where Chris was already waiting.The old house-elf bowed deeply to Tom, and said sharply, "Sir, Master Abraxas sent me a potion for Landygrace's spikes. Spike removal. Need my help, sir?"

"No," said Tom. "Thank Abraxas for me."

Chris bowed again, then disappeared across the room with a bang.Facing Tom's gloomy face alone, Billy couldn't help taking a step back.Luckily, Tom didn't say anything. He strode over to the wardrobe and desk, and started rummaging in the drawers.

2 minutes passed.

Tom, who was still bent over to search in the closet, felt someone lightly poke his shoulder, he turned his head impatiently, and saw Billy, who was worried and tightly pursing his lips: "What are you doing?"

Billy took out his wand and wrote a line in the air: May I speak now, please?

Tom narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to say?"

Billy cleared his throat with difficulty: "...what are you looking for?"

"Get tweezers," said Tom coldly, "and help you get those damned thorns out."

"..." Billy looked at him speechlessly.

Tom asked sharply, "What's the problem?"

It's over--Billy thought desperately, Tom must be out of his wits.For Merlin, for some reason, he suddenly had a feeling that there was more danger than danger.He said as carefully as possible: "Thanks, Tom, for your trouble. But... old chap, we're wizards in fact, aren't we?"

Tom froze for a moment, his hands still on the open wardrobe, a lock of curly hair curled up on top of his head, and then he looked extremely annoyed.If it wasn't for the fact that his face was so ugly, Billy bet he would have laughed.

"Thanks for the reminder." Tom said with a livid face.He drew his wand and tapped Billy a few times, and the tormenting broken thorns disappeared, replaced by a few small holes in the neck and arms that were clearly bleeding.

Tom casually threw the pill box that Chris left on the table to Billy, his voice was still stiff: "Go to the bed and apply."

Billy obediently walked over and sat down on the bed, began to straighten his robes and rub the medicine on his arms.Those potions exuded a pungent smell of strong alcohol, and the person who was stung instantly couldn't help shivering when they applied it on their body.By the time the potion had covered all the small wounds on his arm, Billy found a few spots on the back of his shoulder that he couldn't get to.He was trying to reach for it, when suddenly one hand took away the medicine box he had placed in front of him.

Tom stood by the bed with a stern face: "Turn around." He applied the green ointment in the box, and the strong smell of wine diffused more clearly in the room, "Take off your robe."

Billy froze for a moment, looked up at Tom: "Maybe it's better to ask Chris to help—"

Tom stopped what he was doing and squinted at him condescendingly.

Billy shut up obediently.He did as Tom said, but he couldn't help shivering when Tom's finger touched the back of his shoulder with the ointment--whether it was the cold finger or the A stinging ointment.

"Cold?" asked Tom, frowning.With a wave of his hand, the window slammed shut, and the heavy curtains were pulled back with a snap.

"It hurts," Billy said through gritted teeth. He paused. "Tom?"

"Ah."

"I think I have something to tell you," Billy said dejectedly. "I sort of figured out why we had a cold war, and it started with Lucretia, didn't I? All I can say is that if we're really in love I'm sure to tell you officially, but I'm not. I'm just doing Lucretia a favor, but as to what it is—"

Tom snorted coldly, and his subordinates kept moving. Billy's right shoulder, which had been stabbed badly, had been carefully covered with green ointment: "—to make that big man named Pruvitt give up? You are really good enough Generous."

Billy was stunned for a moment, then turned around suddenly: "You...you know?"

Tom pushed his face back impatiently: "Don't move!"

"Damn Merlin!" Billy frowned and touched his nose, "Since you know it all well whether I tell you or not, why are you angry?"

"Whether I know it or not and whether I'm angry or not are two different things."

This natural tone made Billy choke, but fortunately he was used to it.He touched his nose, enduring the throbbing pain in his neck and shoulders: "What about you?"

"what?"

"—Do you have something to tell me too?"

"Come on, I know you've heard it all. Malfoy and I don't have the secrets you and Black have." Tom said flatly, "But there is one thing I do want to be the first to tell you: I found out about my background .” He paused, “—I am a descendant of Slytherin.”

— No doubt, Billy thought silently.However, he had to put on a dumbfounded expression: "...Come on, don't be kidding! Merlin...Are you serious?!"

Tom frowned: "Marvolo—my middle name. It won't take two days to look up it. Remember I told you last semester that I should change directions and stop looking for me—I Do you have your father's name?" He pulled his lips and showed a slightly distorted smile, besides disgust and disdain, he also had some inexplicable feelings.Finally, he whispered dryly, "Riddle has never been a pure-blood wizard for ages—the man was a Muggle."

"……Oh."

"And the name he gave me that has been with me for more than ten years," Tom said without any ups and downs, "is actually a common dirty Muggle name."

Billy really didn't know what to say. He sat there with his head bowed, and the pain in his back seemed to be gone, but for some reason, Tom's voice made him feel a little uncomfortable.He turned suddenly to face Tom, who was holding up his right hand, long fingers covered with green ointment.Billy sighed to himself—those black eyes were indeed faintly red.

Tom looked at him somewhat warily: "What do you want?" He snorted contemptuously, "Come on, you're not stupid enough to think I need a hug right now, are you? I don't—"

"Yes," said Billy bluntly, jumping out of bed and hugging Tom hard, "I think you really need this."

Thanks to Merlin, the curmudgeon didn't relentlessly push him away.Billy thought Tom was more or less reluctant, otherwise he wouldn't be stiff as if under a Body Binding Charm.

"Besides," Billy said softly, hammering Tom on the shoulder twice, which was a struggle because of his height, "names and bloodlines probably don't matter that much. I mean ...At least you can look at me, ordinary name, not very friendly, probably still a mud-"

"You're noisy," said Tom, and Billy felt his curls tremble a little. "Now, let me go. You've got all the medicine on me all over my robe."

Billy let go of his hand embarrassingly. To be honest, it felt good to hold Tom, and he was a little reluctant to let go-of course, he didn't intend to say this, otherwise there might be some Unforgivable Curse waiting for him. Looking at him: "So you're going to change your name? It's understandable. But you think those pure-blood names are really... like Andromeda," Billy couldn't help shaking, and he emphasized the accent, "—Fairy Constellation 1 McMillan." Sometimes he is very fortunate that the Sko family, who have never been very particular in the previous life, never paid attention to the matter of naming constellations. If he is really called "Ursa Major Sko", in the Hogwarts 70 years from now will surely be laughed to death.

Tom gave a short smile: "At least it's rare." The redness in his eyes faded, but for some reason, the area from his neck to the ears was slightly red, "Besides, I didn't plan to have such a name, "He said proudly, "I am worthy of being unique."

"so--"

"You heard that." Tom twisted his lips, "'Tom Marvolo Riddle—I am Voldemort'."

The window was blown open by the night wind at some point, and the curtains were bulging and blown up by the wind, like a large sail full of wind.Soon, the fresh smell of plants outside the window filled the room.The carnival crowd must have cast a lot of magic spells to enhance the atmosphere, and some phantoms of elves and crystal clear bubbles soon floated in along the wind.

Billy was silent for a long time, and then he licked his lips and gave his first genuine smile of the night. "Seriously, can't you come up with a nicer name? Voldemort—" He smacked his lips lightly, "so , I’m going to call you that from now on?”

"You don't. You can call me what you always do," Tom frowned. "I can take it."

"..."

10 minutes later, Victor flew back from the outside.Billy guessed that the little owl must have been attacked by the champagne sprayed by the people on the lawn, and he flew dazed into the wrong room and crashed into the window of Tom's room.Tom made a trip, and when he got back to Billy's room, he brought Victor back, Nagini hissing and wrapping the letter around his arm -- and he was carrying a basket of green apples, too.

"Chris brought it," Tom said, throwing the numbered apples on Billy's desk, frowning. "The silver cursed apple prize."

Billy gave Nagini and Victor two apples, and they soon had a big fight over the number they wanted.Nagini, who finally got the number 7, proudly took a big bite of the apple, but immediately spit it out of his mouth with sourness and kept shaking.

"I think there's one more thing I need to tell you." Tom began slowly. "I'm going to open an account at Gringotts—with you."

Billy looked at him strangely: "I thought I didn't get the financial aid for next school year--other than last year's meager balance, do we have any other money to open an account?"

"Not a lot." Tom smiled quickly.

Billy was all too familiar with his smirk, and he looked at him warily: "You—"

"It's all thanks to you." Tom said frankly, "I beat you with all my possessions for the afternoon's game of looking for deformities."

Billy was utterly stunned—his odds were 58 to [-]!

Merlin!He had a dizzy feeling of being hit by gold falling from the sky, which made his throat seem to be blocked, and he was almost unable to speak: "That is... a large sum of money..."

--and many more.

Something is very wrong.

Billy tried to close his gaping mouth, and searched carefully in his brain, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration!

"It's you!" He stared at Tom wide-eyed, trying to clear his mind. "It was you who cast the disarming spell on me during my duel with Pruvitt! That way he could be the favorite to win—"

Tom narrowed his eyes and said without guilt, "That's one of the reasons, but not the most important. Carry on."

"You were also the one who asked Malfoy to participate. You have to make sure that there are enough three players so that the competition won't be cancelled..." Billy looked at him in disbelief. "Merlin, Tom...you really deserve to be a Slytherin!"

"Good guess, Billy." Tom nodded, but he looked somewhat dissatisfied, so he paused for a moment. "I'm glad you figured it out for yourself and saved me the trouble of explaining."

Billy swallowed silently—forget it, he's used to it by now, isn't he?

"I'm going to sleep," he said listlessly, ready to go to the bathroom. "Today is going to kill me."

Tom frowned, looked at his expression, and paused for two seconds: "Okay," he blinked quickly, "I think I should apologize. That thumping curse must have made you hard—"

He strode over, and Billy looked at him a little dazedly, not knowing what he was up to.The tall and thin figure had completely covered the light in front of him.

The next moment Tom leaned over and kissed Billy on the cheek.

It was a kiss lighter than a fairy's wing and a bluebird's feather, and after his lips had left Billy's cheek just a little, Tom said softly, "I'm sorry—good night."

- Boom!

Tom's voice was soft, but it thundered in Billy's ears, and he stammered, "Wait... what, what's this—"

Tom took two steps back and looked at him with folded arms, with a calm expression as if everything was taken for granted: "What?"

"I don't..." Billy swallowed dryly, he felt like his brain wasn't his own anymore, and his damn heart was beating so fast for no reason, "I mean... yeah, kisses, that's normal —if I did it to Luti, or you did it to any girl. But you, you and I—”

Tom raised his jaw coldly: "I don't see why I would do this to any girl."

"Of course," Billy said incoherently, "I was just discussing a situation—"

"You hate it when I do this?"

"...No, it's just—"

"That will do. Good night."

"..."

Tom waited a moment, then repeated, only emphatically impatiently: "Good night."

Billy cursed the inexplicable Harvest Festival—and his inexplicable roommate—in his bewildered mind.He said with blank eyes: "... good night, Tom."

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The author has something to say: 1 Andromeda: transliteration of Andromeda.

Probably their relationship will take some time to develop, I think too fast progress seems not in line with the characters of these two people.Of course, once V decides to do it, it's not Billy's business not to follow ==

So please be patient for now~╭(╯3╰)╮

I wish you all a happy reading~O(n_n)O

33 A Surprising Valentine's Day

At the end of the summer vacation, Hogwarts sent a lot of notices to Malfoy Hankin Manor.Billy and Tom's is in it too.

Looking through the list of textbooks and supplies for the fifth grade, it doesn't look like there is anything special about this semester.Tom was unquestionably elected prefect, which Billy took for granted, so needless to say.

Ever since the harvest festival kiss, Billy has been terrified when he says goodnight to Tom every day, but Tom doesn't do anything that makes his heart beat faster anymore-but it's strange that Billy doesn't know what to do about it. You should breathe a sigh of relief if you're disappointed.

Time flies quickly after the start of school, and a large number of courses and homework come rushing in, sapping the students' breathing time.In November, an opening Quidditch match lasted a full day and a half.It was a freezing rainy day, and everyone in the stands had disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes.Billy had completely forgotten that he was supposed to go to Madam Pomfrey for a check-up that day—in fact, even Madam Pomfrey was shouting from the stands.In the end, exhausted, he was dragged away by Tom.

Billy was dragged by Tom to walk in the underground tunnel, his lips were blue from the cold, and he was still complaining in a low voice unwillingly: "It's been so long, you should at least let me see the result of the game... In other words, pull me away." Coming and going is your new habit?"

"If being stupid isn't your old habit, I don't need to," snapped Tom. "I know you want to relieve the pressure of your studies, but—enough is enough."

They opened the door of the dormitory and walked in.The prefect badge on Tom's chest was shining brightly, and Billy muttered, "You're really dignified..."

Tom responded by throwing Billy's towel directly in his face, and the Slytherin prefect said coldly, "Go to the shower!"

At the end of the year, all the teachers seem to be crazy, and they leave homework that is probably taller than the Christmas tree that is decorated in the hall.Billy wondered inexplicably whether Professor Binns didn't know there was such a thing as Christmas, because the required reference books assigned by History of Magic were all over the library.

"—They seem to think we're going to take the OWLs next week!" On Christmas morning, Billy sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, unwrapping presents, with his disheveled hair.When it came to Lucretia's "World Encyclopedia of Charms", he turned to Tom on the other bed and said, "Thanks Merlin! Look, the library has run out of books..."

Tom sat on his bed in pajamas unwrapping presents, a hill of presents.Just looking at those bright packaging, you know that a considerable part of it comes from the opposite sex who is fascinated by him.Through the lake outside the window, the sunlight turned into weak blue-green light that rippled with the water, shining on the pale cheeks and black curly hair of this young man, making him appear a little gentle.

After hearing Billy's words, he said lazily, "Really? If I had known, I would have given you "The General History of the Wizarding World"—forty volumes of the complete works, one every year, enough for 40 years."

"So what did you end up giving me?" Billy started rummaging through the presents until he found a small green box.He lifted the lid, and half of his shoulders slumped: inside lay a small silver apple—he was quite impressed by it.

And Tom had already unwrapped Billy's present for him, and he smiled, brushing the curls from his forehead with one hand: "Oh, the Tufts quill."

The nice thing about this quill is that no one can see what you write with it unless you want to - it's strictly forbidden to use it in exams of any kind.

"Yeah," Billy said with a sideways glance, "so you don't have to hide your diary every time I pass behind you." Tom shook, "This is considered to be returned to its original owner, and I will put it away properly. By the way, what birthday present do you want?"

Tom said casually, "I haven't thought about it."

Billy was very happy: "Then I'll just—"

"I owe you first, and I will ask you later."

"..."

They changed their clothes and prepared to take the gift for Victor to Sita's owl shed.Nagini was wearing a Santa hat in her den—from Billy's failed spell-weaving work—and huddled around a box of mice that Tom had given her, barely awake.

Billy looked over at Tom. "Tell me what 'Merry Christmas' says in Parseltongue."

Tom's expression was clearly "I tell you you can't learn it", but he finally said it patiently and slowly.But whether he spoke fast or slow made no difference to Billy, the words still sounded like a hoarse hiss.

He tried to learn it, and Tom gave a short sneer—Nagini didn't even look up.

"She didn't understand," Billy asked suspiciously, "...or doesn't she want to talk to me?"

"Probably both." Tom drawled abominably, and then he smiled and said a deliberate Parseltongue to Billy.

This time Nagini finally moved. The little snake raised its head and neck, looked back and forth between Tom and Billy in amazement, and its Santa hat was on one side.Then she seemed to understand something again, and lay down quietly again, but her eyes were still fixed on Billy.

"What did you say?" Billy asked suspiciously, looking up.They stood so close that they just happened to meet their eyes at this moment.

"It's nothing." Tom raised his jaw, but it was easy to see from the side that the corners of his mouth curled up. "It's just Merry Christmas."

With instinct and knowing Tom, Billy didn't believe his nonsense.But also relying on his intuition and understanding of Tom, he knew that even if he continued to ask, he would definitely not get a result. It would be better to ask Tom to play a game of wizard chess another day, and then he won and said——

Well, Billy admitted ruefully, it was equally difficult.

After Christmas comes Valentine's Day.

——There was nothing special about this day.

It was business as usual in the hall in the morning, with letter owls flying around, but there was a noticeable increase in letters today.People who are welcome are sitting at the long table and unpacking greeting cards, and countless chocolate frogs are jumping around on the table.Tom and Billy found their seats and sat down, and immediately several owls came from the window and dropped packages in front of them.

Needless to say, Tom received all kinds of gifts that could open a grocery store. In fact, Billy also received quite a few.With a deceptive appearance and gentle appearance, the number of love letters he received on this day has continued to increase in recent years-but these British girls are really bold and conservative: although they are brave enough to confess, most of them are anonymous.There are only a few letters signed, all of which are "a person you know who", "May I live in your heart forever, and hope for a quick reply" and the like.

Merlin, Billy couldn't laugh or cry—even if he really planned to reply, he would have no idea who these confident girls were.

Probably because he had been holding those letters for too long, Tom squinted his eyes slightly, twisted his lips, and sneered mercilessly in a low voice: "The writing is so ugly. The middle paragraph is full of enthusiasm. Just the spelling mistakes are horrible."

"..."

"You'd better eat quickly, and you have class later." Tom said impatiently, a chocolate frog jumped out of one of his gift wraps somehow, and he quickly blocked it with a table knife and knocked it out. On to Billy's plate.

Reluctantly, Billy stabbed the hapless chocolate frog with a fork, and then ate it silently.

This day seems to be the case, the gifts are moved back to the dormitory, and the students go to class as usual.Still, there seems to be a hint of pink for Valentine's Day.Billy dared to say that today when he and Tom walked down the corridor next to each other, there were at least a dozen girls who were giggling at his roommate next to him.And whenever Tom gave them a fake polite smile, Billy had no doubts that some pretty girls were about to pass out with blood pressure.

At the end of the last class of the afternoon, the Slytherin and Gryffindor students filed out of the Potions dungeon.As Slughorn called Tom, Billy, Lucretia and Hattock of Gryffindor and talked with them about the fun of last weekend's party for most of the day, it was a little late when they walked to the auditorium up.Lucretia went straight to the house-elf kitchen, and Tom, Billy, and Hattock walked into the hall, and a huge figure bumped into them: "Hi, Hattock."

"Good evening, Ruburt." Hattock looked up at him, "Oh," he turned slightly to get out of Billy and Tom behind him, but it wasn't necessary at all, the huge boy just kept his head down, "This is Billy Stubbs and Tom Riddle -- Rubeus Hagrid."

Billy and Huttock had maintained a fairly friendly relationship since the Quidditch World Cup two years ago.Tom and Hutok are still facing each other. Of course, this is much better than the general environment of Gryffindor and Slytherin-provided that Hutok is not pissed off by his sharp and mean words.

Rubeus Hagrid, another old acquaintance for Billy.He had seen the huge boy in previous years, and had long since recognized him as the future Hogwarts Keykeeper and Care of Magical Creatures teacher - he had gone to his cabin with William in a previous life to drink What about tea?However, since falling back to this era, Billy has seen too many old acquaintances who have a huge contrast with the future, and his feelings have inevitably turned from the excitement and shock at the beginning to increasingly numbness.

He found that he could separate the present from the future more and more: the future Hogwarts seemed to be gradually becoming a distant dream, and he still kept those fragments in his mind, but he was living soberly in the 40s. In the wizarding world, his chances of returning were fading—and it was embarrassing that Billy couldn't tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Hagrid enthusiastically stretched out his big hand like the lid of an oak barrel to them, and shook hands with Billy and Tom respectively.His eyes are like black beetles, small but shining, and there is a fluffy stubble on his chin: "Hello!" He said in a rough voice, and then slightly lowered his voice, "I heard that you have a A boa constrictor as a pet?"

Billy laughed, and he looked at Tom: "I'm not sure she's a boa constrictor..."

Hector added next to it: "She's poisonous." He paused, "But sometimes it's good—as long as she doesn't bite casually."

Tom snorted maliciously, and Hector immediately jumped up like an offended hippogriff: "I'm praising the snake! Do you have a problem?"

They always did, Billy was used to it.He continued talking to Hagrid instead: "—at least she's not that old now, otherwise the school wouldn't allow it."

Hagrid rubbed his hands excitedly: "But she will grow up, right?"

Billy thought of the big snake he and Tom had seen years ago when they visited the cave on a summer night—probably Nagini's mother—and fell silent.

"Nice to meet you." Hagrid patted Billy on the shoulder, knocking him back, "Hetok mentioned you, he said you were at the Quidditch World Cup—oh, well, sorry , I think you guys are going to eat, right?" There were students pushing past Hagrid with difficulty, looking reproachfully at the few people blocking the way.There was a sudden burst of laughter on the long table between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and Hagrid looked back into the hall, "It seems that something happened...well, goodbye."

"Nice to meet you, too," Billy said.Tom had strode past him down the hall, and looked back sympathetically at the flushed Hattok.

"Stop!" Hetok said through gritted teeth. "Don't talk! I know you want to comfort me, but the words you say are worse than no comfort every time!"

The wise Hetok pulled Hagrid away, and Billy turned and chased Tom—

Years later, Billy couldn't help but think of that night: if he had known what was coming, he would have gone hungry and dealt with a troll rather than just walked into the Great Hall.

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34 A wave of serial pranks

There was no one on the staff table, probably for the professors, enjoying the Valentine's Day night would be better than going back to get a good night's sleep—or maybe they already have dates.

Tom had already sat down at the Slytherin table, and to his right sat Abraxas Malfoy.As soon as Tom sat down, he began to talk with Malfoy. He opened the empty chair on the left and waited for Billy to come over.

Billy headed in that direction, trotting past Ravenclaw and the Hufflepuff table as usual.However, he slowly realized that something was wrong today, something weird seemed to be happening—the students on the Ravenclaw table all turned around in unison when he passed by, and faced him across the street, their faces It's a flash of excitement mixed with playfulness.

This is so weird!Billy didn't think he was a well-known person, so it didn't make sense that the students of this academy suddenly paid so much attention to him.He tried his best to keep walking towards his destination as steadily as possible, while vigilantly and calmly observing the strange-looking people on either side of him out of the corner of his eye.The Hufflepuffs next to him also realized something, and several of them put down their knives and forks, and began to cast their eyes curiously.

The auditorium suddenly fell into a palpitating silence.

Billy finally couldn't take it anymore, and he strode towards the Slytherin table, almost running.Tom was looking up this way, and Billy couldn't wait to sit next to him now—

"He's coming!" Someone suddenly yelled, "Hill, come on! You're going to let him go!"

Amidst a burst of booing, a clumsy figure staggered out of the fork.

"Hi!" she stammered in a thin, startled voice. "N-good evening, Stubbs!"

Billy took two steps back subconsciously, and then he saw the girl in front of him—round face, small eyes, wearing glasses, and a nervous depression.There seemed to be a burst of mandrake-like crying in his ears, and then he suddenly remembered something through the familiar round face in front of him: a girl who always floated in the girls' bathroom and made a mess of the corridor with water leaks , Weeping ghost!

In Hogwarts in his previous life, Billy hadn't seen Weeping Myrtle much, and there were very limited legends about her, and few people mentioned her life and cause of death.It was only when William leaked his words a few times that Billy vaguely knew that this incident seemed to be related to a certain "secret room".Others only knew that she was one of Peeves' favorite targets of teasing, and her crying was enough to make everyone shy away.

Her current appearance is the closest to her ghost's appearance, and it seems to be deduced from this that she may have died in this age - no wonder Billy had never recognized her before, and no wonder he was subconscious when he heard the round-faced girl sobbing want to run.But thinking about it carefully, he hadn't seen her for several years, why did she suddenly run out now?

Suddenly, Billy remembered Lucretia's threat from summer vacation: "...it was a cute round-faced girl with glasses...she was crying because she liked a boy—from our college... "

Uncontrollably, his whole body froze.

Tom pursed his lips and looked here, as if he was about to stand up, but restrained himself.The black-haired boy no longer talked to the young master of the Malfoy family, he folded his arms, his dark eyes sparkled