Fail Demon King

A long robe with a silver button on the collar, which matched his hair color perfectly.But the mask on his face—

"Come on," whispered Tom lazily to Billy, who stood in the shadow of the oak doorway, "this must be one of the few wise decisions you'll ever make in your life." His dark eyes were Squinting behind the mask, Tom said slowly, "—you don't seem too pleased with my mask?"

On Christmas night, the foyer was packed.Students in colorful gowns were everywhere, chatting excitedly, waiting for the moment when the doors of the auditorium opened at eight o'clock.

"... Don't you think it's too... unconventional to wear a reptilian mask?" Thanks to Merlin, not many people have noticed them yet.Billy rubbed his nose and looked at Tom's pale inverted trapezoidal mask with a distorted expression. The thickened cheeks made the nose look flat, and the dark eyes were now hidden by two thin and long slits. From behind, his handsome roommate is recognizable only by the perfectly lined lips and jaw.

"You know I don't intend to make up anyone, I am me." Tom raised his hand and touched his cold mask indifferently, "——I am quite satisfied with this mask."

"..."

"Of course, your witch Seth's look is very successful," Tom smiled mischievously, "except that the mask is a bit too bright."

"I'm not a witch!" said Billy angrily. "It's the Atlantean Elves! You know they wear loose robes, both male and female, and as I said, I wouldn't die as a woman— —This mask is to make sure no one recognizes me." He flicked the hair that grew to his neck irritably and unaccustomedly, "And the damn things, they tickle me so much."

"That's easy." Tom laughed wickedly again.Before Billy could react, he pulled out his wand and waved it.

Billy suddenly felt that his head became heavy, he leaned back his neck, and suddenly widened his eyes: "You—"

Billy's hair has been greatly elongated!Now they won't be pinched and itchy on the neck anymore - because the dark chestnut hair is hanging down to the waist!

Tom sneered just right: "I've never seen an elf king with short hair."

This is too much!Billy gave Tom a hard, unbearable look, and drew out his wand.But it was too late—just as he was about to restore his hair to its original shape, a familiar voice sounded in front of them: "Your outfit today is very unique, Tom."

"Thank you, sir," said Tom. "Your dress is very original, too."

Billy looked up and saw Dumbledore, the professor of transfiguration, standing in front of them at the moment.He quickly took two steps back, trying to completely disappear into the shadow of the door opening.

"I keep forgetting to say," said Dumbledore, whose blue eyes gleamed behind half-moon-shaped lenses as he dressed up as the famous Egyptian wizard Cargamemnon, "that you did a wonderful job on the first project." He said to Tom lightly, "I sincerely hope that you can win the final trophy for Hogwarts in a fair manner."

"Of course." Tom replied modestly with a slight bow. "Thank you for your compliment, sir."

"Excellent." Dumbledore turned to Billy, who bowed his head, and smiled. "The lady's robes match her brown eyes-to be honest, this hairstyle suits you very well, although it usually doesn't look like it." Not that long."

—he saw it!Billy cursed Merlin in a low voice, he still wanted to do a little bit of dying, so he was reluctant to look up at Dumbledore anyway.

Tom took a step forward, in front of Billy, and asked politely, "What time is it, sir?"

"Oh—oh, I'm sorry, I forgot." Dumbledore smiled, the oak front door opened, and Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's headmaster and students walked in.He raised his voice. "Warriors—come this way!"

The door of the auditorium opened.

Tom smiled wickedly, and held out his arm deliberately to Billy.Cursing at Merlin, Billy reluctantly took him by the arm.After the other students filed into the auditorium, they followed Dumbledore and entered with the other two warriors and their dance partners.

For a moment Billy looked over at Tom.The moment Tom stepped forward, he suddenly realized that his roommate was already about the same height as Dumbledore.And how many years ago—he always remembered that scene—in that orphanage in London, Dumbledore stood face to face with Tom in a fuchsia velvet suit.At that time, the dark-haired boy had just reached the great wizard's shoulders.

This Christmas dinner was different from any previous one.The four long tables were gone, replaced by sumptuous food placed against the wall, waiting for people to eat at will.A few round tables were placed in the corners, freeing up a large space in the hall.The meal was eaten absent-mindedly (some of the complicated attire made eating a thoughtful and laborious affair), the fact that no one was paying attention to what was about to be eaten, and everyone was staring in the middle of the dance floor—this That's the point of tonight.

Billy was congratulating himself on the fact that his mask only covered half of his face, and that he didn't have to take it off even when he was eating, when suddenly he saw that the big Pruvitt and his dance partner had put down the cutlery, and Lamarque started to walk towards the middle of the field. go.For a moment, he felt his head humming lightly, and that damned long hair became heavier: he had completely forgotten about the warrior leading the dance!

The decorative lanterns hanging around the auditorium had been extinguished, and a burst of melodious music sounded.At some point, a full band has been set up in the corner.

Billy clung to Tom's sleeve and engaged in a final tug-of-war with his eyes: ——I regret it!

Nobody could tell it was you—Tom said so, looking at him coldly.Then he almost dragged Billy toward the brightly lit dance floor.

The stars on the transparent ceiling seemed to be covered with a layer of silver frost.The moonlight shines down, like the gauze clothes of those forest fairies.The organ and cello melodies are intertwined, and the clear sound of the harp is simply mesmerizing.Billy, however, had no regard for admiration, and prayed desperately with all his heart that no one would notice him—though keep your eyes on Pruvitt, who plays King Arthur today; or on Lamarck and his The dance partner, the romantic French partner, simply dressed up as a gold-winged elf.

But in fact it was impossible—Tom's grotesque mask could not fail to attract attention, and every time they jumped into the outer circle, the gasp of surprise became all the more audible around them.Someone whispered outside the dance floor out of admiration or fear:

"It's amazing..."

"That's a snake's face? Merlin...he's so bold, but Slytherins do..."

Billy tried to ignore the eyes that were cast on them, and followed Tom in circles as naturally as possible.In fact, dancing is not difficult for him, but the matter of dancing women's steps is too unacceptable.They turned half a circle again, and a small voice from the crowd suddenly entered his ears: "...who is that tall girl dancing with the Slytherin prefects? Does anyone know her? When did Riddle invite her? "

—Billy staggered involuntarily!Fortunately, nothing went wrong under Tom's control.His roommate grabbed his hand and put the other on his waist. After two more turns, they were almost touching.

"...can you relax a little?" Tom whispered into Billy's ear, angrily and amusedly, "I thought you had a Body-Binding Charm."

"...For Merlin's sake, be content," Billy held Tom's shoulders, gritted his teeth, and kept his voice down as low as possible, "I really want to..." He muttered angrily.

"What?" asked Tom, frowning, but he didn't catch it.The music became more soothing, and gradually other people began to step onto the dance floor, and Tom still whispered in Billy's ear, "—say it!"

Billy felt feverish in his ears, but fortunately he was wearing a mask now, so no one could see his expression clearly: "...I said," he paused, and muttered bitterly, "I really want to step on you now. You kick."

"..."

As soon as the first dance number was over, Billy broke free from Tom's hand and rushed off the dance floor.He had to get some water, and he knew he would be flushed by now, and he was in danger of blowing steam from his nose.

The drinks were on the table in the corner, and Billy walked over there.Without thinking about it, he knew Tom must be watching him behind him, hiding a gloating smile behind that hideous snake-face mask.

Come to the Yule Ball as the Warrior's partner - Ha!For the first time in so many years, Tom's genius head went wrong, and he came up with such a bad idea.

Billy took two deep breaths and felt the heat on his face slowly fade away.He grabbed two bottles of butter beer, and suddenly heard a boy's voice behind him saying, "Excuse me, can I invite you to the next dance?"

—Damn Merlin!He is a man!

Billy felt so angry that he turned sharply to refuse, but was so surprised that he almost dropped the bottle in his hand.

The gentleman standing next to him was—Sevier Pruvitt.

Billy stood there in embarrassment. He looked over Pruvitt, who was half a head taller than him, towards the dance floor, and saw Lucretia dancing there with sharp eyes.In the middle of the second dance, she was dancing with a man in a black robe and hood whose face could not be seen at all.Lucretia is dressed as the famous witch Morgan, wearing a red robe, a thin golden chain around her waist, and long, curly black hair hanging down, making her look bright and charming.

But Pruvitt didn't seem to see her, his angular face was tinged with a strange purple color, and he was looking down at Billy, as if he was still a little uneasy.

Merlin - Billy groaned weakly to himself.Stop kidding him!

He adjusted his mask to make sure it was still covering half of his face properly, and then said in that fake high-pitched falsetto, "Sorry! Please move!"

Without bothering to look at Pruvitt again, Billy leaned past him and squeezed into the crowd.When he left in a hurry, his obstructive long hair hooked someone's necklace, and the sharp pain from his scalp made him extremely angry.This is so stupid!He made up his mind to talk to Tom and then go back to the dormitory to quickly shorten this cumbersome thing.Billy looked eagerly around the crowd, on the dance floor, under the stage, at the round table, but—

Tom is gone.

Billy felt irritated. He drank two big gulps of butter beer, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure flash past the door of the auditorium.The black robe made the man look even taller and thinner, and with the recognizable terrifying mask, the silver buckle on the collar gleamed——

It's Tom.He was hurrying out with someone—the one with the black hood who had just been dancing with Lucretia.

Billy couldn't stand it any longer. He casually put the butterbeer into a sack carried by a fifth-grade boy who passed him (I don't know what weird role the boy was playing), and then squeezed through the crowd and walked straight to the hall door.Tom and the man had gone out of the hall.

Descending the steps, the ornate winding path is lined with low rosebushes, and fairy lights twinkle among them.Billy trotted silently past the fragrant plants he had long since lost his affection for, and turned around a huge statue of elk with a tinkling fountain.Finally, he saw the two black figures again.

Billy took two steps back, hiding in the shadows deeper in the stone carving.He heard Tom and the black hood talking in low voices by the fountain, but their voices were so low that a few words drifted over occasionally and were completely drowned out by the rushing water.Billy bent over and pushed his ears back again with difficulty.

Incredibly, the voices of the two men had completely disappeared.

Billy raised his head slightly suspiciously, and carefully looked towards the fountain through the gap between the elk's legs—there was no one there.

Hell, he touched his nose embarrassingly, and stood up straight.Suddenly, a red light shot from the left and tapped lightly on the stone sculpture where Billy was hiding with a "bang".

"Well, well, well," said a cynical voice familiar to Billy, "I've caught it again this time. How's it going, little Stubbs?"

Billy froze for a moment, then looked away slowly.

Tom stood not far away wearing the snake-face mask with his hands behind his back, and the hooded man beside him finally lifted his disguise.The hat covering the whole face was taken off, and the platinum-blond hair was really dazzling in the night.

"Good evening." Abraxas Malfoy, who graduated from Hogwarts last year, looked at Billy with a smile, "What a beautiful mask, little Stubbs, and—" He paused, "Okay Beautiful hair."

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48 A Formal Agreement

Abraxas left quickly.Indeed, there was no need for him and Billy to reminisce, not to mention that there was a Tom poking there coldly.

Now there are only Billy and Tom left by the fountain, standing on the left and right of the elk stone sculpture, looking at each other silently.

Billy pushed his mask, which kept sliding down from the sweaty nose.He thought Tom's pursed lips looked like he was trying to give Slytherin ten points.

Of course, the eccentric Slytherin prefect wouldn't do that, and he just murmured something: "How many times, Billy Stubbs, can you disguise yourself better next time you're stalking? "

Billy opened his mouth in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I—"

"Every time I see you being discovered, I can't help but feel embarrassed for you."

"..."

"Okay, I apologize." Billy said coyly, "I can't help worrying—" He paused, and said to himself, "Forget it. But now I finally want to understand one thing It's over."

Tom took a step towards him and asked slowly, "What?"

Billy shrugged: "I've been puzzled for a long time, but it's not surprising to see Malfoy. He told you about the first project, didn't he?"

"That's right," said Tom casually, and he took another step towards Billy. "He's in the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic now, so he's here for the Tournament—go on."

Billy froze for a moment, his roommate's voice sounded odd.However, Tom's face was blocked by the mask, and Billy could only see the slightly twisted corners of his lips, which made Tom even more unpredictable.He tentatively guessed: "So...he just told you how to use that golden fleece to crack the content of the second item?"

"That's right," said Tom flatly, taking a third step, "—go on."

"……Gone."

Billy had to look up at Tom now, they were so close to each other, but Billy found it hard to see the dark eyes behind the slits of the mask.For some reason, he felt a little inexplicably cramped.

"I wonder," said Tom calmly, his voice as soft as a whisper, "why don't you get to the end of every riddle?"

Billy looked at him suspiciously, and said in deliberation, "...that must be because you have too many secrets, Tom."

"Really. But you didn't hide anything from me?" Tom seemed to laugh sarcastically, and sighed slightly regretfully.Facing the vigilant Billy condescendingly, he saw with satisfaction that the long dark chestnut hair shone with a soft luster under the moonlight, and his own tall and thin shadow was deeply reflected in the pair of brown eyes. .

"—how many times, Billy," said Tom softly, "you've come so close to solving the riddle."

— Something is wrong!

Billy's instinct told him it was time to run - though he didn't know why he was running.He quickly took two steps back, and was about to turn around when someone grabbed his shoulder and dragged him back!

Tom was so strong that Billy felt himself being pushed against the moose statue, and his back hurt.He was completely stunned, raised his head and slightly parted his lips, unable to move.The next second, the pale snake-face mask suddenly pressed down on him. To be precise, it was Tom who lowered his face, getting closer and closer——

Time must have been eerily slowed down, because the moment Tom lowered his head, Billy could see clearly his perfectly lined jaw, and his extremely rosy lips compared with the pale mask!

—Before Billy could react the next moment, Tom kissed him hard.

Billy can't breathe!

The obstructive hair was grabbed by Tom, and he was forced to tilt his head back. He thought he would hit the cold stone sculpture, but he found that Tom's hand had already supported the back of his head.Christmas masquerade, snake mask, Hogwarts, warriors, secrets...all the fragments of consciousness and even the soul are almost far away from him. Billy's mind is in a mess, and he leans back on the cold stone carving in a daze , I could only feel their masks rubbing against each other, Tom hugged his waist tightly, rolling and biting on his lips, leaving hot tooth marks one after another!

...Merlin, this is incredible!Billy realized with amazement that he had always harbored such a forbidden feeling for his brother, his roommate, and his future Dark Lord.Not only did he not want to push him away, but he desperately wanted to...

A gust of night wind blew, and the rose bushes shook slightly.Billy was still in a daze when suddenly——pain!

Tom bit hard on his lower lip and they parted breathlessly.

He stared blankly at Tom, wondering why the kiss had been interrupted so suddenly.The mask of the black-haired boy was still on his face. Billy couldn't see his expression, but he could only hear his voice sternly saying, "...let's go back to the dormitory."

Pulled tightly by Tom, Billy strode back down the hall with one hand on the crooked mask--it was about to fall off--Billy was dragged by Tom. He walked quickly to the ground.

It was all so crazy, they walked around the brightly lit dance floor (where the group dancing was going on quite well), and down the grand staircase directly opposite the auditorium, the armor and portraits closed their eyes and dozed off as they passed, but couldn't bear it. He couldn't help but secretly opened the corners of his eyes, casting curious prying eyes at them.

In the empty underground tunnel, Tom's steps were almost flying, and Billy followed him closely, and the burning torches were tilted forward by a gust of wind as they passed.

——The door of the dormitory was finally closed from the inside with a "bang"!

Billy didn't have time to make any moves before he was pushed against the door roughly: "Close your eyes!"

This time Billy couldn't help getting annoyed—it doesn't make sense that Tom can control everything in this kind of thing, he said breathlessly: "You take off that ugly mask first..."

Tom raised his hand, and that handsome and familiar face immediately appeared in front of Billy.He unceremoniously took off Billy's mask as well, and simply threw them aside.A strand of black hair hangs down his full forehead, and his obsidian-like eyes are red: "Is there anything else?"

"...Yes. Is Nagini in the house—uh!"

There was some spell running around in the body stirring the blood, and the warm touch on the lips was so palpable that Billy felt his tongue snap and clusters of tiny flames ignite on his skin.He couldn't help climbing on Tom's shoulders, their hearts beat together, and the two young bodies pressed against each other——Tom's kiss gradually spread to Billy's cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and then down to his neck, more than ever. Leigh threw his head back, gasped and grabbed at the black hair, and eventually fought back too, unable to hold himself back.

A magical Christmas, a masquerade ball - it's Wizard's Night at its best.The melodious music hadn't stopped yet, and the dance floor was still so crowded. No one knew that in the Slytherin dormitory at the bottom of the lake, two people forgot everything and kissed deeply.

Billy doesn't know when he and Tom separated, he just remembers having to lean against the door behind him as he catches his breath, because his legs are failing embarrassingly.Objectively speaking, Tom was not much better, and his usually arrogant and stern face was now flushed.The stand-up collar of his black robe was ripped open, revealing a large expanse of fair skin, and those silver buttons were in danger of falling off.

Tom noticed Billy's gaze, raised his eyebrows and twisted the poor buttons, and said in a low voice, "——you tore it open."

"...I'm sorry..." Billy struggled to catch his breath, his waist-length hair was messed up by Tom, "I didn't mean to. Help me shorten my hair...they're tangling around my neck Wand gone..."

Tom pulled Billy to sit on the four-poster bed, but instead of casting a spell right away, he carefully untangled Billy's hair and wand with his hands.After a while, Billy felt a light head, and Tom said lazily behind his back, "There."

This made Billy breathe a sigh of relief.

Tom dragged the ending and said, "After what happened just now—" He paused, and couldn't help licking his lips contentedly, "Can I understand that you don't have no feelings for me?"

"..."

"say."

——Merlin, isn't it too late to ask such a question now?Billy gritted his teeth and replied, "No, yes!"

He bet Tom laughed!His nasty roommate must be smug right now.Sure enough, a smiling voice sounded softly behind him: "When did it start?"

"do not know!"

"Wonderful," said Tom lazily, "seems like we haven't wasted time with each other all these years." He paused, staring straight at the back of Billy's dark chestnut head for a moment , said softly, "—from now on, are you going to turn your back on me like this? Or do you have nothing to say to me?"

"Yes." Recognizing the threat in the voice, Billy cleared his throat dryly, "Except for the second item, what did Malfoy tell you to make you—make you suddenly—to me—"

Unexpectedly, Billy only said this, Tom was taken aback for a moment, and then narrowed his eyes with displeasure: "I really didn't expect, Billy," he said sarcastically, "your curiosity must be as tough as dragon's skin." He paused, though, and quickly returned that nasty smile, "Okay, I'll tell you."

Billy finally turned his head, his fair cheeks still flushed, rubbed his nose, and stared eagerly at Tom.

"He didn't tell me anything," the dark-haired boy said with a grin and no guilt, and he happily brushed Billy's flushed cheeks and ears, "That's an excuse I made on purpose."

"..."

"Come on," Tom waved his hand casually after seeing Billy's distorted expression, "You're more retarded than I thought. If I don't do this, I don't know how long it will take for you to understand."

"Really?" said Billy through gritted teeth. "I really appreciate you..."

"—so give me an answer now, about who you plan to be with me in the future." The solipsist never let others finish talking, and Tom sat up slowly, his eyes sparkling , "You know what I mean, Billy Stubbs—I'm good enough for you, and you can't find anyone better than me. Make up your mind, I won't say it a second time."

The future Dark Lord was so haughty that he'd say "I'm good enough for you" at a time like this--such conceit was ridiculous--yet Billy had to admit that Tom did say the truth.

Billy thought for a moment, and then made up his mind: "Wait until the Tournament is over." He raised his eyes and looked at Tom seriously. "I think I'll tell you something else then."

— about who I am, where I come from, and the future as I know it.Whether it's good or bad, together we can accept it or resist it.

Tom looked into Billy's brown eyes, which were clear.He didn't want to look away at all, and had the desire to press his lips together again.Of course restraint is a virtue—

"Well, that sounds barely acceptable," said Tom flatly. "To be fair, I'll tell you something then, too."

— about your soul, your life, and my attempts.Death is probably the inevitable end for most people, but when it works, it will be powerless for you, at least for many years to come.

It seemed a very formal agreement, and Billy watched Tom's expression carefully, but he quickly gave up guessing-it would be as futile as looking at Mount Olympus and pondering the incomprehensible oracle.

This time, Billy finally restrained his curiosity, and solemnly talked to his roommate—well, Tom was more than just his roommate now, but Billy didn't know what to call him, either. So, let's just call him "his roommate"—a high five.

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49 A Wrong Treasure

The time from Christmas to February passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the second project of the Triwizard Tournament was about to start again.

It was hard to say what Billy was looking forward to in particular, these days were so cherished that he didn't want any unexpected events to break them up now.

A huge maze was set up on the lawn—again, over and over, always the same few similar patterns.The idea of ​​the Ministry of Magic is really hopeless.

Tom had tipped off the game to Billy the night before.

"That golden fleece is the key," said Tom, and what he got from the giant adder was lying quietly in Nagini's nest. The little snake had occupied it for three months, and she was very impressed by the shining golden light. Interest, "used to open the door in the maze. There are three treasures at the end, guarded by different magical creatures. The warriors must strive to bring back one of them in the shortest time. Well, your curiosity has been satisfied, so this This time you can really sit in the stands honestly, and don't show that—" He paused, and said casually, "That stupid look of turning pale with worry."

Billy's eyes were blackened by Tom's indifference, and he said sharply, "That's two different things! Even if Malfoy says you've already been chosen as the champion, you don't care if I worry or not. Oh, right——" He paused, gave a mocking chuckle, and said grimly, "Yeah, you don't get it at all, do you? Come on, Tom, go into your maze, and I'll do what I like in the stands."

"Oh," said Tom softly. He stood in front of Billy for a while.

Billy froze for a moment, he blinked rapidly, the expression on Tom's face and those black eyes that were getting deeper and deeper made his heart skip a beat——

Billy licked his parched lips, hopped onto his four-poster bed, and drew down all the hangings around him as fast as he could.From the bulwark of self-delusional security, he murmured, "You've got to rest early, there's a second project tomorrow... Good night, Tom."

Now, the afternoon sun was shining on the open lawn at Hogwarts, and the wind was as strong and cold as it had been during the first program.The warriors walked into the maze in order according to the ranking of the previous project, and Lucretia and Billy sat together as a matter of course.

"I don't know what they're letting us see," Billy said irritably after an hour. Great, now we'll just have to wait and see how they come out."

"Come on, Billy, don't worry." Lucretia said lightly, "It's okay to see, those two people won't stop Riddle and beat him up."

Billy touched his nose sullenly: "I'm afraid he'll beat those two people up."

"It makes sense." Lucretia smiled calmly, "But you should also know that this is already the limit of what the Ministry of Magic can do. The combined brains of all of them can't fill an empty teapot, and you still expect them How about it?"

Billy coughed twice, and suddenly said casually: "—Abraxas is at the Ministry of Magic, isn't he?"

This sentence received a great response. For many years, Billy had never seen such a clear crimson on Lucretia's pale and gloomy face.The Blake girls stared at the fences with a sort of preoccupation which was almost self-deprecating.She cleared her throat, and then said with great pride: "Well, I admit, if you add his brain, the empty teapot can probably be filled."

Billy coughed to hide his smile: "You are really mean, Liu Di."

"Really! You are the most generous and kind person in the world, aren't you?" Lucretia gave him a hard look, and then turned her head away.As if she suddenly remembered something, she put her index finger on her upper and lower jaws, and said in a drawn out voice, "By the way, I've wanted to ask you for a long time, but I haven't found a chance—do you know the girl Riddle invited at the Christmas ball?"

—Billy would have fallen over without the support of the seat!

Not sure if this was Lucretia's revenge for him just mentioning Abraxas, he asked as calmly as possible: "Don't you have an intelligence system? What is it called——Girls Information Association? What exactly is that?"

"There is a long-standing tradition of Hogwarts girls passing information, and there are people from all colleges-here I have to praise Gryffindor, their boldness and carefulness are better than Hufflepuff's dullness and Ravenckey's. Law is much more pedantic."

"No wonder you always know so much—"

"After the last female student council chairperson left school, I became the president. It's nothing surprising." Lucretia said quickly, "Okay, don't change the subject," she curled her lips impatiently, straight Looking straight into Billy's eyes, "—you really don't know who she is?"

Billy took a sip of the pumpkin juice he brought, and looked at the maze nonchalantly: "I don't know."

"That's a pity." Lucretia said slowly with a melancholy face, "None of us found her. Some people said she belonged to Slytherin, but there are no such tall, long-haired girls in Slytherin. That's enough." Mysterious, isn't it?"

Billy took another sip of the pumpkin juice indifferently.

"Okay." Lucretia shrugged, looked ahead, and said indifferently, "I thought Riddle would tell you, after all, because of his relationship with you—it is said that