Fail Demon King

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"Do you remember me?" said Myrtle coyly, twisting her hair uneasily with her hands. "I'm Myrtle Hill, and we...we've met many times."

Billy stepped back cautiously, and he shook his head politely and distantly: "I'm sorry, I don't remember." He admitted that he wasn't telling the truth, but all he wanted to do now was walk past her as quickly as possible.

A burst of boos and whistles erupted between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, and some mischievous schoolboys began banging their cups loudly on the table.

"Okay...okay." Myrtle blushed suddenly, and her voice became sharper, "Actually, not many times...but you once took me from the tunnel under the lake to the common room, Since then, I have..." Her voice gradually dropped, and finally it was as thin as a mosquito's silk, "...I have been secretly watching... I have been paying attention to you for a long time. Today I want to tell you—" Unexpectedly, Suddenly she pulled out her wand!

Billy took two sharp steps back, but it was too late, he didn't even have time to draw out his wand to block it.In the next second, a large stream of viscous muddy water shot out from the tip of Myrtle's wand, spraying Billy's head and face!

There was a burst of laughter in the auditorium!

"How can this be!" screamed Myrtle, "Oh! You lied to me! It's not that spell at all... Yes, bullying Myrtle is so much fun, because she's always so gullible— "

The cackles quickly drowned out her screams, and one of the Ravenclaw girls nearly collapsed in the butter pudding in front of her laughing.

Billy took out his wand in embarrassment, gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice: "Clean it up!" He looked at Myrtle helplessly, and asked dryly, "... Excuse me, what do you want to do to me?"

"...I'm sorry," Myrtle stammered, wringing her hands nervously, amid a tidal wave of booing, "I... oh, I should have made some pink hearts if all went well. Crumbs on you! Oh..." Her round face turned crimson, tears welled up in her eyes, and a sharp sob rose from her throat, causing her to hiccup, "But they Lied to me! It wasn't my fault, Billy...would you let me try again?"

Billy closed his eyes tightly, and then forced a smile: "...I'm sorry, I don't want to." For a moment, he almost sympathized with Myrtle, and at the same time, his education made him try to restrain himself from being wrong. A person of the opposite sex makes any faux pas, but his patience is about to run out, "Thank you for your kindness, I'm going to my academy."

"Wait a minute!" Myrtle took a sudden step forward, and Billy couldn't dodge in time, and she grabbed his sleeves, "I just want to say something——"

Billy staggered and backed away grimly as the booing crowd stood up and cheered, but Myrtle was pulling too hard.Tom finally stood up from the Slytherin table, almost knocking Abraxas over, who was sitting crookedly.He strode toward the Ravenclaw table in a gust of wind, his lips pursed almost in a straight line.

"You're not like them, are you? Don't laugh at poor Myrtle..." Myrtle threw her head back eagerly, and she seemed completely resigned. "I—"

Suddenly, someone pushed her from behind, and Myrtle threw herself headfirst on Billy.She was not as tall as Billy, but much stronger, and with that damn black hand, Billy was knocked uncontrollably backwards into the long Hufflepuff table, and he felt like his waist would be broken up!But Myrtle didn't stop, and she put her head on Billy's jaw, and his teeth slammed together, making him stare.Immediately afterwards, with a "splashing" sound, he fell to the ground together with a large pile of scattered dishes, knives and forks!

By the time Billy struggled to recover from a bout of dizziness, his lungs were being squeezed out by the Myrtle on top of him.And most unfortunate of all--it was, to say the least, a love farce--the comic heroine's lips were just at the corners of his!

Whistles and laughter nearly knocked the roof of the auditorium off!Almost all Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws stood up. It wasn't that Gryffindor didn't want to join in the fun, but they were still some distance away from the two long tables.But no matter what purpose this is a planned joke, it has gone too far.With some difficulty Billy pulled Myrtle to her feet, then pushed her aside, gritted his teeth and took out his wand—

"Thirty points for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw!" A voice rang out decisively. Tom evacuated the crowd with a cold face, and a large part of the students involuntarily gave way to him—for the first time, he was Such a stern look in public, "I will report this to your dean. Virgil, Carini," he showed a distorted sneer, and called the names of the other two prefects, "Who cares?" Good house! I don't care what they do to this Ravenclaw girl, but enough offense to Slytherin."

No one dared to whistle under Tom's black eyes, and the auditorium fell into an eerie silence again.Tom turned and strode down the corridor. "Follow me back to the common room, Billy."

No doubt the Slytherin prefects found the joke far from funny.

—Tom looked as if he actually wanted to deduct thirty points from each of these people.Billy took a deep breath and hurried after him.Myrtle cried pitifully behind them: "...I sent you a present this morning, don't forget to unwrap..."

The crowd began to stir uncomfortably again.Tom turned around and gave them a hard look, and Billy had no doubts that if anyone dared to laugh at this moment, the future Dark Lord would definitely give him a strong poison and an Unforgivable Curse.Myrtle's sobbing began, and the winding sound followed them all the way to the tunnel under the lake.

Billy just felt a splitting headache.

— but the day is not over yet.

Tom was furious.The undeniable evidence was his dark red eyes and the extreme pallor of his cheeks.As an innocent victim, Billy was also very angry, but Tom's friendship really moved him.They walked quickly back to the dormitory without saying a word, but when the door opened, Tom was visibly taken aback.

For a split second, Billy almost thought they were in the wrong dormitory when he saw a large clump of vine roses coiled around his bedpost, almost covering the green curtains.Nagini expressed extreme repulsion and anger towards this arrogant intruder. She swam around nearby, flapping her tail and making a hateful hissing sound, but she dared not approach because of those spikes.

Billy asked incredulously, "This is—what's going on?"

Tom slammed the door behind him, and pointed casually at the pile of presents in front of the fireplace, too disgusted to make a sound.

"Dear Mr. Billy Stubbs, here is your Valentine's Day gift! The gift is from Ms. Myrtle Hill! We are Asa De La Faki Magical Plant Store!" A voice suddenly rang , Billy and Tom looked away, and a colorful greeting card jumped up and down at the foot of the bed, "I present you beautiful love roses, I wish you and your lover a long life! Our flowers are carefully cultivated, bright and beautiful, with infinite life , makes a great gift. When it's grown to your liking, stop it by casting any curbing spell you know. Your visit is welcome, and if in doubt, send your owl to the opposite corner Lane 53..."

Billy's temples were throbbing, and he took out his wand and tapped on the bed: "Stop it! It's over!"

Following his exasperated voice, those roses that were climbing at a slow speed suddenly began to grow wildly!In the blink of an eye, a large clump of dark green vines had climbed along the bedposts to the ceiling. Billy's bed was like a fortress completely enclosed by thorns, and it was tightly covered.

Tom grabbed the chattering card, squinted dangerously, and poked it hard with his wand. "To be honest," he added slowly, "or I'd be burn you."

The greeting card was stabbed by him and burst into screams: "Oh! It hurts!" It paused, as if judging whether Tom's threat was really effective, and soon, the two card pages began to reluctantly open and close , "...Welcome to the Asa Delafarge Mischief Store, and when in doubt, please let your owl—"

Tom poked it again mercilessly, poking a hole out of it: "Get to the point."

"...Woo, don't poke, don't poke... Well, here is the Akalia curse-seeking rose for you," the greeting card screamed again, and then muttered in a crying voice, " - Use with caution, any spells will cause this plant to flourish. To get rid of it, try flower pliers and flower clippers without any enchantments. Friendly reminder, these two tools can be easily found in any Muggle flower shop Found it, thank you for coming..."

Before it could finish reciting all the epilogues, Tom frowned and threw it away, directly sending it into the fire.He and Billy looked at each other amidst Greeting Card's horrified "You liar! It's hot—!"

"... there is no doubt that poor Myrtle has been tricked again, and it must be a series of pranks." After a long time, Billy said dryly, rubbing his temples in pain, "So—tonight we What should I do?"

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The author has something to say: Valentine's Day little disturbance~

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

35 A bed that is not spacious

"The house-elves will be cleaning up tomorrow," said Tom slowly, after a long while, "and tonight—"

"Do we have any more blankets?" Billy asked, and he began to search for an open space where he could lay the floor. "Anywhere..."

"Listen to me. You can—" Tom interrupted Billy impatiently, blinking and speaking rapidly, "you can sleep in the same bed as me."

"Oh." Billy was stunned for a moment, "Okay, good idea. I mean... it seems like it's the only way to go."

They didn't eat anything in the hall just now, and the stomachs of both of them were empty.Tom violently tore open several packages of presents, and sure enough, he found a lot of biscuits, cakes and chocolates.This time they were more careful, and after carefully confirming that there was nothing wrong with them, they filled their stomachs with confidence.

However, since Tom suggested that they could share the same bed, a weird atmosphere permeated them.The room was utterly silent, save for the occasional crackle of the fire and the unwilling hiss of Nagini as he circled the vines.

Billy had a huge shadow on the rose plant, and he even felt a dull pain from the stab wound on his shoulder during the summer vacation, but the rich fragrance that enveloped the house was very intoxicating.Out of the corner of his eye, he peeked at Tom beside him. His roommate lowered his eyes, biting a piece of pink heart-shaped cake with a disgusted expression.As if aware of Billy's gaze, Tom's drooping long eyelashes trembled suddenly.Before he could look up, Billy looked away hastily, munching on a bar of brownies in a nonchalant way.

—Come on, it's nothing.Billy managed to swallow the sweet, cloying thing, and then said to himself—it's not like he and Tom never slept in the same bed when they were kids.

However, he was wrong, this matter is completely different from when he was a child!

——As for why it was different, he couldn't tell.

Billy and Tom shared a bed, with him lying on his back and Tom with his back to him.The bed was still so embarrassingly cramped that Billy couldn't even move, he felt his arms pressed against Tom's back, and Tom's shoulders were stiff.

They had not lowered the draperies, and the fire was burning in the room, and it was hot enough without shutting up the four-poster.Billy's mouth was parched and his goddamn heart was pounding wildly in an uncontrollable rhythm.

"You're like a steam locomotive," Tom taunted bitterly, but it must be because of the night, and his voice was also a little unsteady, "—breathing so hard, are you sure you won't get out of breath?"

Billy moved sideways with difficulty: "...Sorry, did I get in your way?"

"No. I just—" Tom stopped abruptly, and he moved a little. "If it's hot, throw the covers back a little. Now close your eyes and go to sleep."

Billy could at least breathe a lot easier when he wasn't clinging to Tom, although sleeping on the side of the bed made Billy feel like he was about to fall.He followed the advice and stretched his arms out of the covers, trying to imagine himself lying there alone—it worked, and Tom's even breathing, not too far or too close, sounded extra reassuring.

Billy finally fell asleep in a daze.

Slytherin's dormitory is located at the bottom of the lake, where there is no light all day long.However, the lake outside the window is rippling, like a piece of pure dark green emerald, which seems to faintly see through the clear light of the moonlight on the water.The stone walls were shady and damp, but the fire in the silver hearth was always warm and bright.

At midnight, the fire crackled a few times, and a few tiny sparks burst out.

The person on the bed moved.The black-haired boy turned his head tentatively to make sure that the people around him were fast asleep. He turned around slowly, being careful not to shake the quilt.The faint light of the fire illuminated his pale and handsome face like a marble sculpture. He propped his elbows there, silently looking at the peacefully breathing person beside him.After a while, with a slightly annoyed look, he reached out and wiped the corners of Billy's mouth vigorously with his knuckles—the color of his pupils had darkened.

Finally, he narrowed his eyes, aimed at the pale, slightly parted lips of the sleeping boy, bent his head without hesitation, and took a bite moderately.

On the four-poster bed next door, the hideous curse-eating rose was still growing slowly, and the vines had already climbed to the ceiling.On the tip of the green stalk, the largest and brightest bud swayed gently, then quietly opened her petals.

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Thanks to that Valentine's Day fling, it made Billy one of the biggest jokes in school.A few months later, he still couldn't help but want to go around all the girls he saw—except Lucretia.

The girl from the Black family expressed her heartfelt sympathy for him: "I didn't expect that," she said, "you still didn't escape in the end. It is said that Hill just wanted to go to Slytherin to watch the opening stage and come to you, but he didn't It didn't work out. It's a good thing Ravenclaw didn't have the chance to have a class with Slytherin, Billy, you're safer for now."

After a Quidditch match, they walked towards the castle together.Spring has arrived, and the pollen-laced air makes your nose itchy and you can't help but yawn one after another.

"Safe the hell...you think Hogwarts is big?" Billy muffled. "It's not spacious at all—especially when that poor girl is chasing you with her wand up to confess." He asked. Shivered, "Merlin's beard, I wish there was a Myrtle Defense class..."

Lucretia couldn't help but gave a short laugh: "Then the prefects of our college can definitely apply for teachers. I still regret that I didn't go to the hall that night, but I missed his furious appearance. This is the truth—— I'm not gloating."

Billy glared at Lucretia, who was smiling happily, and rubbed his nose resignedly.He admitted that she was right, that no one but himself hated the matter more than Tom.Sometimes he couldn't help wondering if it was he or Tom who finally got the point of killing Myrtle in this day and age.

—In other words, he also really wanted to know what happened in the not-too-distant future that caused Myrtle's death.A faint premonition of getting worse made him keep trying to recall William's words in the past, but those words were so broken and he didn't care so much at the time, so they were like dragonflies gliding across the water, after so many years After the past, there has been no trace of it.But--

"...Billy?"

Lucretia's voice sounded from far away, and Billy suddenly came back to his senses, and met her puzzled eyes in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Lucretia, I was distracted."

"Okay, I understand." Lucretia raised her eyebrows gloomily, "Oh, spring, spring... Are you sleepy, or do you have a cold? Your voice is very strange, I suggest you go to the school hospital."

"Thank you." Billy rubbed his nose and said, he has indeed been a little strange recently, he always has a feeling of top-heavy, and his heart seems to always be fast and slow to compete with him, which makes him feel his chest tight. , "And you—oh, of course, the house-elf kitchen."

"That's not bad at all. Keep an eye on the road and don't be dazed—good-bye."

"..."

Spring—which meant flu season, and pollen sending a whole bunch of allergy-prone students to the school hospital—Madam Pomfrey was on the verge of getting her feet wet.

"Come here, go in, lie down!" She rushed Billy to a bed, and then closed the curtains for him with a "swish", "Wait for me for a few minutes, there's another one over there that just dropped it." Nose girl..." She gave Billy a stern look before she went away, "but let me say, Stubbs, today is two days behind your regular check-up - I hope that's the case It better not happen next time."

Under such circumstances, any disobedience is an extremely stupid behavior, Billy nodded obediently, his sincere eyes and the continuous sneezing outside made Madam Pomfrey finally walk out quickly.

Billy lay flat on the bed with nothing to do, simply engaged in the meditation he had just interrupted by Lucretia - the mysterious cause of Myrtle's death.

He had said long ago that the events of his previous life were like a distant dream to him. Instead of expecting to recall all the words William said, it would be better to expect a miracle to come.It probably wouldn't help if he remembered, though, because the only word he could catch from those fragmented memories was "underground chamber."

Hogwarts lore is filled with chambers of secrets that contain rare treasures or hideous monsters—but what does this have to do with Myrtle?

Billy began fretfully to search his brain for the material he had looked up for his senior thesis: the very limited bit about the Dark Lord.Probably out of safety considerations, there are very few records of Tom's school era that he could find in his previous life. Those who knew the historical mysteries had either passed away, or kept silent in an extremely tacit understanding—even though many people were very familiar with the secrets of the devil king. Interested, but the savior who saved the wizarding world rejected all invitations from publishing houses and never revealed the details of his great adventure to the public.

William's bedtime story, therefore, seemed the only reliable clue.But this little clue allowed him to infer the future—Merlin must be laughing.

Just when Billy was confused and still clueless, Madam Pomfrey, who had dealt with a large wave of flu students, opened the curtain and walked in with a serious face.

There it was again—the blue glow that shot out of Madam Pomfrey's wand once a month, and the blue mist that sent Billy sinking into the abyss of consciousness.To be honest, this process is not very pleasant, but he has long been used to it.

Three and ten minutes later, Billy came out of the hospital hospital, looking unspeakably tired.After leaning against the corridor wall for a while, he was in a position that looked like he was falling asleep from sleepiness.

"Oh, oh, boy," said a sad-looking witch tugging at her skirt in the portrait, "for Merlin's sake, can you get up a little? You're holding my clothes down... just came from the school hospital Come out? It can be seen that you really have a bad cold."

"I'm sorry, ma'am..." Billy stood up sullenly, "I just—"

His words were interrupted by a "beep" sound, the communication badge on his chest lit up, and Tom's unhurried voice came from it: "The inspection is over? I promised Madam Pomfrey that you will not be late today." —you'd better not."

"Of course I didn't."

"So, how's the situation?"

"I—" Billy opened his mouth, he paused for two seconds, bit his lip and touched his nose, and then said to the badge in a relaxed tone, "I'm fine, everything is fine."

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The author has something to say: I'm going to be exhausted at the end of the term T_T... The jar will probably last a month, and I will try my best to update it. However, due to the large number of papers coming, please forgive me if I don't show up on time every night.Good luck to those who are going to school~

PS: Thank you. Dear mine~~I didn’t see it yesterday, I’m sorry╭(╯3╰)╮

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

36 A midnight follow-up

The days passed seemingly peacefully like this.However, there is something else besides the stress of the ordinary WGs and Myrtle's relentless pursuit that calms the turmoil.

Billy had to give up on the clues to the mystery of Myrtle's death, because he was preoccupied with a more troublesome matter.

All this stems from the physical examination that day——

"...The situation has changed." Madam Pomfrey was silent for a long time before she said to Billy with a serious face.She spoke very quickly, but each word was clear, "I have to say, Stubbs, you are not in a good state. From now on, you will have to take moonshine decoction three times a month." .”

It didn't take much effort for Billy to realize what she meant, and his face gradually paled, but his tone didn't change much: "How bad is it?"

"It's hard to say." Madam Pomfrey frowned worriedly, "I said that your situation is rare, we can only take one step at a time." She looked at Billy's expression, "—do you think Say what, Stubbs?"

Billy pursed his lips, then said softly, "Don't tell Tom, Madam Pomfrey, please. I don't want him to know."

"Of course, since you said so." Madam Pomfrey twitched her lips, and she turned around and brought Billy a large cup of requiem potion, "But I don't think—forget it Drink it," she resumed her usual snappy look, "go back and have a good rest, don't worry, we always have other ways."

Billy had kept it a secret between himself and Madam Pomfrey, but he always felt a little guilty.

Tom didn't seem to see the opening.The Slytherin prefects have been extremely busy lately, although he doesn't know what he's busy with, but Billy is sure that their dormitory must be the last room in the whole house to turn off the lights.If anyone had dived to the bottom of the lake in the middle of the night, he would have found a guiding light--the perpetually lit window of Tom and Billy.

Article [-] of "Slytherin Rules: Strategies" says: "Non-critical moments, taboo to lie. A lie is not as good as an ambiguous truth."

However, the next one immediately follows: "Whether the moment is critical, you need to judge flexibly for yourself-if deception is necessary, it must be concealed to the end."

The weather began to gradually heat up, and the lake shone outside the window with the clearest waves of the year.

The room is cool and pleasant, and on weekend nights, they often play wizard chess facing each other with two glasses of iced pumpkin juice in their hands.Sometimes Billy would win two games in a row--this was rare, and White had been beaten by Black for many years.Most of the time it was Tom who broke his defenses mercilessly, and then with a sly smile of triumph, made Billy's White Queen throw down the crown in chagrin.

After losing enough chess, Billy would sit on the bed and read a book for a while, or play tricks on Nagini.Every now and then he looked up at Tom sitting at his desk writing in his diary, the Tufts quill making a hypnotic rustle.Occasionally, Tom would turn his head back, showing a half-smile, blinking his long eyelashes, and asking him slowly, "Are you still asleep?"

——At this time, Billy felt that the damn soul shock was nothing to be fussed about.

So Billy made up his mind to stick to the rules. He kept his mouth shut, but he wasn't sure how long he could keep Tom from it.After all, his roommate's shrewdness and insight are obvious to all.

Billy's plan was quite reasonable, until an accident happened late in the spring night.

— bang bang!bang bang!He woke up from his dream in a cold sweat, with loud noises bulging on his eardrums.

Billy reacted dizzily for a long time before realizing that it was actually the sound of his heart beating violently.In the heavy night, it was as if a strong dwarf was constantly swinging a sledgehammer on his chest, causing a dull pain in his chest.He felt extremely thirsty in his mouthpiece, as if he had swallowed a burning spell!He managed to stand up, and then stumbled out of bed, trying to find a drink of water, but when his feet touched the ground, he realized that the few movements just now had almost exhausted all his strength.

Dizziness, shortness of breath, bubbling breath like in a high fever—Billy couldn't keep his feet, and unfortunately he missed the bedpost and fell hard towards the fireplace!

There was a muffled plop, and Billy uncontrollably sat down in front of the hearth.Fortunately, the weather is no longer necessary to light a fire, but he accidentally knocked over the cup on the fireplace—crash!A glass of cold water poured over his head mercilessly.

Billy tried to get up, but couldn't, and now he couldn't move at all, his hands and feet were useless.He could only grit his teeth in pain, waiting for the discomfort to pass.It was impossible to make such a noise without waking Tom, and it was over—he thought hopelessly.

It seemed like only a few minutes had passed, but it seemed like a long time had passed.Billy let go of his grip on the front of his pajamas dizzily, and finally began to breathe well.

However, what was very strange was that he seemed to be the only one in this dark room, except for his gradually calming breathing, the whole dormitory was simply dead silent!

Nagini wasn't there, Billy knew that.In the past two years, she has grown to the size of a big arm, and the little snake has been allowed to go out with the little owl Victor on certain nights.

—But what about Tom?

Billy stood up in a cold sweat, balancing with some difficulty, and walked slowly and quietly to Tom's four-poster bed.The dark green velvet curtains were drawn tightly without any gaps.Billy took a deep breath and lifted a corner of the curtain with great care.

He froze for two seconds, then raised his arms and pulled them all away——

The bed was empty.Billy stood barefoot between the two beds.

The future Dark Lord never played by the rules, but only Merlin knew where he was in the middle of the night.

Charms class the next day.

Professor Binns' voice, like old parchment, floated in the classroom. Those words and sentences collided with the air, and immediately disintegrated into dust, scattered into the students' ears, making everyone drowsy.

"Didn't sleep well last night?" Sitting in the last row, Billy glanced at Tom nonchalantly, "You woke up too early in the morning."

With a "crash", Tom turned a page of his "History of Magic", and Harold, who was sitting in front of them, woke up suddenly, sniffing and looking around in a daze.

"Didn't sleep well," Tom said after a short pause, "I was dreaming."

Billy rubbed his nose and looked away.Tom didn't come back until early this morning, and Billy closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, noticing that he had lifted his own curtains to look before walking back to the four-poster bed next door.But Billy didn't intend to expose Tom, so he just asked lightly, "Nightmare?"

"Almost," said Tom, with a casual sneer, and bending his head to make some random notes in the book, he said, in a tone of rather piercing irony, "I dreamed that you and Myrtle were married at last."

Professor Binns interrupted their whispered conversation, and he asked everyone to hand in the assignments assigned last month to the podium.As one of the few sober people in the classroom, Tom got up from his chair and strode forward. Billy followed him with downcast eyes, thinking about something silently.

Within a week Billy had secretly observed Tom sneaking out at night at least three times.

—Where did he go?What are you doing?

It's useless to speculate, Tom's performance during the day is pretty spot on.Finally, on a Friday night, Tom stole out again.Billy, who pretended to be asleep, jumped out of bed immediately after he left, and hurriedly changed into a black robe.He put his ears on the door until he heard a light knock from the heavy stone door in the common room, and without hesitation, he opened the door and rushed out of the dormitory.

The torches in the underground tunnel were burning, but Tom's tall and thin figure was gone.Billy quickened his pace anxiously and cautiously, and finally, he saw Tom passing by again at a stairway where he always liked to play pranks with others.The dark-haired boy looked back vigilantly, and Billy stepped back hastily, hiding in a dark shadow.

The corridor was silent, even the portraits were asleep, and a fat wizard was snoring lightly in the frame.

I have to say that it was extremely risky to run out rashly in the middle of the night.Regardless of whether he will be discovered by the housekeeper Pringle, just being noticed by Tom is enough.In case of bumping into some shrewd professor again, like the one with the nice brown beard—Billy gritted his teeth and decided to get the idea out of his head.

The crescent moon emerged from the clouds outside the window, and with the radiance of the moon, Billy followed Tom up the corridor on the third floor.

Defensive Tom looked back again, and then he turned a corner quickly.In an empty corridor, his tall figure flashed and disappeared through a door.

Billy waited carefully for a while, and then rushed over with a big stride. He was dumbfounded when he saw the door clearly—it was the girls' bathroom!

It's hard to tell how distorted the expression on Billy's face was.Tom walked into the girls bathroom?For Merlin's sake - he closed his eyes with an effort, then opened them with all his might - this isn't a dream, is it?

But in any case, today's nighttime expedition seems to be over.Enough is always good, and some puzzles should be left to explore next time.But to be honest, he didn't expect that tracking Tom would be so smooth, it was suspiciously smooth.Billy bit his lip, and took a steady look at the girls' bathroom door, then turned around quietly, ready to sneak back to the dormitory along the same route.

However, it backfired.

——The moment after he turned around, the door of the girl's bathroom suddenly opened!

A hand came out from behind, grabbed Billy by the shoulders, and dragged him violently inside.Immediately afterwards, warm and cool palms tightly covered his mouth, and he was half dragged and half dragged around in a dizzy circle.The bathroom door was quickly and softly shut.

Billy tacitly didn't struggle, he didn't even make a sound.For the sake of the running Gorgon, of course he knew who it was who did this to him.He could even smell his roommate distinctly—exactly the same mouth-drying scent they shared in bed on Valentine's Day.

When Billy finally got used to the darkness of the bathroom, he met Tom's dark eyes, which were frighteningly bright.The scorching eyes were like burning flames: "Billy Star