Fail Demon King

He just fainted. "Tom had squatted beside Hattock a long time ago. Of course, it wasn't out of his concern for Hattock. He let out two slight hisses, which were heard by almost no one except Billy, who was closest to him.

The shirt on Hetok's chest moved, and the head of a small snake carefully arched out.After seeing Tom and Billy, Nagini cocked her head in excitement, her scales glistening in the moonlight.

Billy breathed a long sigh of relief.

Tom's lips quivered almost imperceptibly, and he reached out to Nagini, and the snake wrapped his wrist meekly.At the last moment of swimming away from Hetok, her tail slammed Hetok's chest, which made the unlucky guy "hum", and slowly opened his mouth as if waking up from a long dream. Eye.Allen hurried up to help him up, and Hetok sat up in a daze, muttering in a low voice: "Why does the neck seem to be broken..."

Billy stepped back, busy checking on Nagini.The little snake, unharmed, kept hissing and shaking its head in Tom's hand.

"Nagini looked excited," Billy said, confused. "What did she say?"

Tom drooped his long black eyelashes, touched Nagini's head, and smiled slightly: "She thought it was fun to fly and wanted to do it again."

"..."

Several people rested for a while, and Billy asked Allen to take Hetok, who was still not sober, to go back first, and handed them the small bottle of antidote that could detoxify Nagini snake venom, while he and Tom took Lucretia sent back to Black's tent.

Just before entering the luxury tent, Lucretia stopped.She turned and took two small paper packets from her wicker bag and stuffed them into Billy's hands.

Billy took a sniff subconsciously, although a bad cold prevented him from smelling anything: "... pineapple preserves?"

Lucretia nodded, her eyes a clear light gray in the moonlight: "Nice nose." She paused, "I agree with Slughorn about this food."

Billy rubbed his nose and glanced at Tom, who looked at him with a half-smile.He cleared his throat. "Thanks. Good night, Blake."

Lucretia threw her head back haughtily, a perfect example of Blake etiquette, and yet she was smiling: "—it's Lucretia. Good night, Billy."

All the way back to their tent Tom watched Billy with interest.Under his dark stare, Billy felt like a field mouse being targeted by a snake, or something like that.

He slipped a piece of candied pineapple to Tom: "What are you trying to say when you look at me like that?"

"I just never thought," said Tom slowly, turning away his head, "that you were so popular with girls."

Billy was stunned for a moment, then tongue-tied: "What—"

"Think of that round-faced crying Hufflepuff girl," Tom said with a casual glance at Billy, taking the rest of the candied pineapple from his hand, "I think my The conclusions are quite objective."

Billy's eyes followed the piece of candied pineapple that Tom had snatched: "I think... this piece belongs to me."

Tom pulled out a smirk that was almost too exaggerated to watch: "Nagini would like to eat it."

They entered Slughorn's dark green velvet tent and crept up the creaking but quiet stairs.Old Slug was snoring loudly like a train whistle.

Once in the bedroom, Billy saw Hattock sitting cross-legged on the floor, with Allen helping to apply medicine to the tiny bleeding cavities on his ankles.Seeing them coming in, Hetok got up, he looked a little embarrassed, a flush of red spread to his cheeks, making the small freckles on his nose more obvious: "Uh... that, thank you!"

Tom snorted and said nothing, and Billy looked at Hattock strangely.

"You... Allen said that you saved me." Hetok's face flushed even more red, his fists were tightly clenched and hanging by his legs, "And about that snake..."

Nagini got out of Tom's cuff with a "bass", and made a gesture to pounce on Hetok. Seeing that he was scared back two steps, the little snake retracted its head happily and swung its tail back and forth.

"...uh," Hetok swallowed, although he still looked away from Nagini, but his voice didn't sound as full of fear as before, "I also... thank you for it. "

"—it's her," said Tom and Billy in unison.

"Well, thank her." Hetok said a little awkwardly. "When they tried to attack me, she bit a few people..." He muttered something else, and then looked up stubbornly. Looking at Tom, "Okay, Riddle, we're even."

Tom narrowed his black eyes dangerously, and said condescendingly: "Even? I didn't owe you anything at all."

Hattock looked like he was on the verge of losing his mind, which was no surprise, and any Gryffindor would never have resisted the urge to beat Tom up.For Hetok's safety, Billy hastily pulled Tom into the bed, which was much roomier than the one they had slept in in the orphanage, and there was more than enough room for the two of them.

"I've got to say it's astonishingly bad, Billy, the more stupid people are, the more creative they are in boring things." The lights in the room went out, and Tom whispered in Billy's ear angrily. , "Don't you want me to watch this damn World Cup again."

"Well, now that you've made up your mind, I don't need to say more." Billy said perfunctorily, he yawned, his brown eyes watered with sleepiness, "so now we can Say goodnight to each other.” He chuckled to himself—the next World Cup will be held in four years, who knows what will happen then.

This Midsummer Night's Dream can be ended satisfactorily. Although it can't be said to be perfect, it can be said that everyone is happy.Ironically, after this experience, the relationship between Hattock and Tom remained tense, and even more tense.Huttock never missed an opportunity to go head-to-head with Tom - especially in Slughorn's class - although almost every time it ended in Huttok's defeat.

Billy knew Gryffindor too well, how many times he had seen this spirit in William before: maybe they knew they would not succeed, but they never hesitated to try and try.

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新学期开始了。1940年的9月1日看上去和它之前或之后的所有9月1日都并没有什么不同。伴随着霍格沃茨特快列车高昂的汽笛声，比利用一个大喷嚏为这个学期拉开序幕。

"Seriously, what did you do to offend Merlin?" Tom asked half gloatingly and half uneasy, "It looks like this bad cold is going to be with you forever."

"I hope you're not serious when you say that," Billy murmured, "or it might really turn out to be a jinx and work on me." He was muttering curses at Merlin's tattered rag, The box door was suddenly pulled open.

A cold-sounding female voice sounded from outside: "Maybe you should believe in a religion or something, Billy, such as Islam, Buddhism," Lucretia raised one corner of her mouth, and stood gracefully outside the box door, "Is there anything else you can do?" Have Christianity, and save your sluggish soul."

"It seems that you plan to take a Muggle studies course this year, isn't it?" Billy blew his nose, picked a mustard-flavored Bibi multi-flavored bean and threw it into his mouth, and immediately felt a spicy rush straight to his forehead, "I wish you Get good grades at the end of the semester. Don't be too happy," he glanced at Tom who was sitting next to him, looking out the window, "there is a first grade sitting next to me."

"I said," another familiar voice sounded, and Hutok, who was hurriedly wearing his robes, was passing by this box, he curled his lips and showed a disdainful expression, "you Slytherins Do you have to talk like this all the time? It's really mean, even to people in your own academy."

Tom stood up slowly from his seat and walked to Hetok. Hetok took two steps back with wide-eyed eyes, and then showed a look of eagerness—he wanted to fight Tom a long time ago.

However, the tall black-haired boy only said briefly: "It's so noisy." Then, with a "swipe", he closed the box door.

Billy felt his temples throbbing like a cheerful Libyan leprechaun, and he let out a long sigh, "Seriously, Tom, I don't care what you do to Hetok, but that's a little too much for Lucretia. .” He walked over and opened the box door again, facing Hetok’s flushed face, startled, “Why are you still here?”

Tom gave a short sneer—in a way, Billy was just as mean as he was.Hutok was so dizzy with anger that he was about to draw out his wand.Lucretia stretched out a hand calmly, and she stuffed two pieces of candied pineapple into Billy's palm, just blocking Hutock: "Anyway, I just came to tell you that Slughorn called You two go to his compartment. And—” She glanced at Hetok and paused.

"Granger," Billy kindly reminded her, knowing she had forgotten Hattock's name again.

Lucretia nodded: "And Granger, let's go together." She gestured goodbye to Billy, then turned and left.Hetok snorted angrily, and strode away too.

Tom and Billy looked at each other.After a while, Billy spoke first, and he grinned: "Actually, it's fun to tease Hattock once in a while." He stood up to get his luggage, "We'd better change into our robes before going to Mr. Slug, he's partying all the time and changing clothes at the end is so embarrassing."

Tom pursed his lips, and suddenly raised his hand to touch Billy's forehead, tested his temperature, and frowned, "You'd better get some sleep."

The black-haired boy's palms were cool and sweatless, and they stayed on Billy's forehead for ten seconds.

Billy gasped for breath, thinking he might have a fever.

Their restless little owl fluttered and chattered all the way.They didn't take Victor to the Quidditch World Cup. During the day, he was allowed to fly outside to look for food, and at night, he came back to sleep through the orphanage's window bars.In just a few days, the wildness of the little owl has greatly increased.The attitude of these two irresponsible masters seems to have created some delicate imbalances between Victor and Nagini, and all in all he looks very disturbed now.

"We'd better keep him quiet for a while," Billy said, but was startled by his own hoarse voice, his voice magically made a sound like stepping on dead leaves at the end of autumn, "otherwise it's hard to say whether it will There's a train steward..."

It was strange that Billy could hardly hear his own voice when he could clearly feel himself talking.He saw Tom's eyes widen in front of him. He had never seen such a worried expression on this usually calm and conceited boy——

There was a sharp pain in his head, as if a hundred raging bulls had stepped over there.In the next second, Billy felt his eyes go dark——Damn Merlin!Curse the troll who likes to dance ballet on his fragile nerves!

17 An Ominous Incident

"...What the hell is going on? He has a bad cold and has been on summer vacation..."

"...Merlin, what a mess! You guys were so reckless on the train..."

……Who is speaking?

Some crackling sounds stimulated Billy's eardrums like small needles, and every time he pricked the top of his head, he felt a tingling pain.Those whispers fluctuated from near to far, and Billy felt that his eyes were white, and there seemed to be two people talking not far away from him, but the voices sounded like different accents to him.After carefully identifying them for a long time, he finally determined that these were two people he was very familiar with:

Tom and Madam Pomfrey.

——In this way, he has already arrived at the school hospital.

Madam Pomfrey of this era is still very young—so young that she is almost a girl, perhaps it is more appropriate to call her Miss Pomfrey.Perhaps because of her age, her voice sounded far less severe than Billy remembered.Of course, she was always gentle with her patients, but it was quite different with her escorts.

Now Madam Pomfrey was very annoyed, she was busy in circles, and she babbled on Tom: "Really, I don't know what you think. Ha, we have a Potions teacher in the car! Who in the world gave him the antipyretic potion?"

Tom blinked quickly, he looked a little anxious: "Me."

"What about the powerful refresher?"

"Professor Slughorn."

"Excellent!" Madam Pomfrey said angrily, "It's not much better than leaving him there and handing him over to me! Now I have to remove the superimposed effects of these two potions from his body... How much do you want to see him bouncing around like a crazy squirrel for a week after he's sober?" She's never looked so calm, "Besides, there's a very serious problem—" She snapped shut no more.

"But of course you can fix him," said Tom eagerly. "You can?"

Madam Pomfrey continued an ominous silence with an anxious expression. She was concocting a clear brown potion. The thing smelled like sweet cider, but it was much more pungent than real cider. .She tapped the rim of the glass again with her wand as the potion bubbled and bubbled, and now it was starting to darken.

Madam Pomfrey frowned and said in a low voice, "No...I don't think so."

Tom's pupils shrank sharply, and his face turned pale little by little, but the look of panic only appeared on his face for a moment, and soon disappeared without a trace.He looked even calmer than usual, but his lips were almost drawn into a line before he spoke: "It's not just a bad cold, is it?" At the end, he almost started to stutter every word, " What the hell happened to him?"

"I can't explain it, child." Madam Pomfrey said solemnly and worriedly, she let out a long breath, "I have to let the headmaster know about this matter. Besides—it's best to inform his family by the way."

Tom turned to look at Billy lying on the hospital bed. The boy seemed unconscious, his dark chestnut hair making his face yellow like parchment.The corners of Tom's mouth twisted slightly: "He didn't—" He paused, and raised his eyes to look straight at Madam Pomfrey, "But you can tell me."

"That's not appropriate," Madam Pomfrey said bluntly, frowning. "You're just a student. I know you have a good relationship, but it doesn't—"

Tom was still looking straight at her, saying nothing, for his dark eyes were menacingly bright, and his pale lips were tightly pressed together.

"Well." Madam Pomfrey hesitated for a moment, and she looked even more worried, "Since you insist—I don't know what happened to Stubbs, Riddle, but maybe you do. I can only check When it came out, his soul was unstable, and it seemed that there was an extremely violent shock."

Tom was silent for ten seconds, then asked softly, "How serious is this?"

"I've never seen a single person in that condition -- I mean, in a body that's in it, and still be alive."

In a not-so-optimistic silence, Madam Pomfrey's potion was finally ready.She handed the glass of viscous but still clear, turpentine-like potion to Tom's hand: "When he wakes up, you let him drink this, and then take him back to the dormitory. It's best not to Tell him what happened . . . I'm going to see the headmaster—there's nothing else we can do at the moment."

She patted Tom on the shoulder, and walked out quickly.

Tom stood where he was for a while, with no expression on his delicate face.He looked down at the glass of medicine, then walked to Billy's hospital bed.The light was too bright on the white sheets, so he gently closed half the curtains.

So, the moment Billy opened his eyes, what he saw was this: Tom was sitting on a chair beside his bed with his arms folded, the light was dim, and most of Tom's body was hidden in the shadows. Here, even his pretty face looked blurry.

"woke up?"

Billy stared at Tom, and finally found the focus of his eyes: "...I have been fainted since the train?"

Tom nodded slowly: "Thanks to you, we missed the sorting ceremony and the opening dinner this year."

"Come on," Billy muttered hoarsely, as he struggled to get himself up on the bed, and Tom helped him kindly, "as if you really thought they were important...  Don't lie to yourself, okay?"

Tom looked at Billy with a complicated expression for a while - looking at Billy's appearance, perhaps the situation was not as bad as Madam Pomfrey said, and he still had a ten-thousandth hope in his heart: "What do you think?"

"Not good," said Billy, blowing his nose, his brown eyes now bloodshot. "Who the hell gave me the Fever Potion and the Power Boost? I could taste it... the bitterness was gone." Plus the burning sensation of the tongue..." He frowned and smacked his lips, then shivered as if he couldn't bear it.

Tom pretended not to hear this, and handed over to Billy the brown potion on the bedside, which was still bubbling and bubbling: "Drink this."

Billy took it, took a swig without asking what it was, and coughed violently as a result of being choked.Tom patted him on the back, and Billy swallowed the cup of turpentine with great difficulty, the veins on his forehead throbbed, and then he asked the question again: "Merlin, who the hell gave me Filled with antipyretic potion and strong refreshing potion?"

Tom raised an eyebrow, then lied without changing his face: "Slughorn."

Billy's face was blue, maybe the brown potion was starting to work, and orange mist began to come out of his ears: "...water."

Tom took a glass of pumpkin juice and handed it to him, and he gulped it down in one gulp, letting out a long breath.The two of them didn't speak for a while, Billy sat on the hospital bed with an empty cup in his arms, and Tom, who was sitting in the chair, looked at each other silently.

This silence lasted for a long time, until Tom broke the silence: "Go back. The luggage has been taken to the dormitory." He hesitated, then looked into Billy's eyes, "Your... OK, don't worry."

"Your consolation is unaccustomed," Billy said softly, scratching his hair.He suddenly smiled briefly, "You really think I didn't hear anything? Actually... I woke up when Madam Pomfrey mentioned squirrels."

Tom looked at Billy without saying a word, and a sick flush of redness ran quickly over his cheeks, but they faded quickly, leaving an equally sickly pallor.His dark eyes also had a red tinge, but they didn't blink, making him look like a stone statue breathing only slightly.

Billy felt his mouth go dry, and he saw a jug of pumpkin juice on the table, out of his embarrassing reach.The first thing to do is to make Tom look less scary as soon as possible.He smiled bitterly: "Uh, to be honest, I didn't understand her very well." He pointed to his temple, "—you know, my head hurts. But there is one meaning I can basically understand, that is, I Looks like I can't live much—"

"Shut up." Tom finally spoke, his voice was very soft, but he seemed to be suppressing extreme impatience and rage, "Madame Pomfrey is right, you are indeed like a noisy squirrel now."

"..."

Tom reached out, brought the jug of pumpkin juice, poured Billy a full glass, and brought a piece of blackberry pie from the table by the way: "Eat it."

Billy laughed dryly, glanced at Tom's face, and quickly followed suit.

"You have nothing to worry about." Tom folded his arms as he watched Billy gobble, and said slowly, "I've known you for so many years, Billy Stubbs, your body and mind They've always been fine, and I don't see any congenital deficiencies." However, his brows were still furrowed tightly.

Billy choked and took a quick sip of pumpkin juice. He looked up at Tom and forced a smile, "I hope so."

Madam Pomfrey was not wrong at all.The reason why this soul was vibrating was because he didn't belong to this body in the first place - Owen Scott's soul was in Billy Stubbs' body, if he was still safe and sound, then Merlin could be resurrected for it.No one, except probably Billy himself, knew what was going on.

—Actually, to be honest, even Billy himself didn't know what the hell was going on.

All in all, the events of September 1940, 9 cast a pall over the entire new term.Billy bet Tom had never looked so sullen, at least at the beginning of the first two years of school - not even when he met Dumbledore's deadpan, observing gaze.

They were called in at least three times by Headmaster Dippet, and Madam Pomfrey was there.The old wizard, always looking so tired and weak, had asked about Billy's family in the first interview, but had forgotten all about it in the third.

In this way, the principal did not come up with an idea in the end.Dippet rubbed his hands together, and looked at Madam Pomfrey, "I think we'd better watch this kid closely until—" He frowned, as if he felt that the phrase "until he showed more obvious problems" It was not very appropriate to say it, so I could only nod to her, "Bobby—"

"The fruit seeds of the moonshine grass can be used to concoct a potion, which is a powerful calming agent and has the effect of calming the soul." Madam Pomfrey thought for a while, and said, "Stubbs' problem is not too big now, You can try a monthly dose first and see how it goes. It never hurts."

"Go back, kids." Dippet turned to Tom and Billy, and said kindly, "Remember, come to the school hospital anytime you feel unwell—"

"Sir," said Billy suddenly, "I have something to ask of you."

Dippet looked surprised and raised his eyebrows: "Oh—you tell me."

Billy paused: "My situation..." He bit his lip and looked at Dippet sincerely, "Can you please keep it from being known to anyone but standing here?"

—especially Dumbledore, Billy hoped wholeheartedly that the shrewd Transfiguration teacher wouldn't notice anything.

Dippet was stunned for a moment, then he seemed to have realized something, and nodded sympathetically: "I see, kid. I won't mention it to any other teachers, and no students will know. They will still treat you as before .”

18 An Obscure Medieval Charms Lesson

The instability of the soul did not seem to have changed Billy's life much, at least he has been living well.After taking the first dose of the requiem potion concocted by Madam Pomfrey, his "bad cold symptoms" also began to gradually improve.

The only unfortunate thing is that a lot of people know that Billy passed out on the express train coming to school.As for how many people took this as a laughing stock for Slytherins - Billick had no interest in knowing.

"Hi, Billy," a brunette boy sitting next to Billy greeted him one Wednesday morning as they sat at the long table for breakfast.

"Good morning, Harold."

"Morning. By the way, has the classroom of the study of medieval spells that we all took has been changed?"

"It's changed." Billy scooped up a spoonful of porridge. "On the fifth floor, to the right of the whining knight in armor."

"Sure enough. No wonder I haven't been able to find a classroom for two weeks." Harold muttered, and he shrugged his shoulders and stood up, "By the way, are you okay? I heard that you have a cold? I fainted because of it." It's serious enough... Get well soon. Oh, I have to go," Harold ruffled his hair in frustration, "Merlin, I hope I can find my way..."

Billy's spoon fell back into the porridge rudely, and he opened his mouth, but said nothing, just looked very bad.

"Don't open your mouth stupidly, Billy." After Harold left, Tom got up and got himself two slices of toast and a roasted tomato, he chuckled, "You know Harold, there's no need to talk to him Annoyed at his bad memory. Remember the time last term when he forgot his own name and only remembered it after looking up Professor Binns' roll."

"I know." Billy gritted his teeth, "That's why I can't bear it even more. He actually remembered the fact that I passed out on the train for more than a month-look at the expressions of the group of Gryffindors on the opposite side! I bet they couldn't stop laughing out loud!"

"I'm afraid you're right," Tom snorted coldly, and said sarcastically, "Because your voice is too loud, Billy, and they can't help but hear." After Tom finished speaking, he slightly raised the table knife in his hand, As if perfectly cooperating with his command, a burst of laughter broke out on the long Gryffindor table in an instant—especially Hutok, who blushed from laughing and began to beat the table with his hands.

Billy propped his forehead, closed his eyes hard, and felt as if a group of shining elves in the Jamaican forest were flying by in front of him.

However, in the next second, Vitok's laughter stopped abruptly, and he covered his throat in horror, making the sound of coughing hard when an old radio cassette was used.The long table in Gryffindor instantly became a mess:

"...What's going on? Vitok? You choked on the toast?"

"Don't water him! He looks like he's suffocating!"

"It's like a tongue-twisting curse!" said a red-haired boy in fourth grade.

"Don't be kidding, Callai, I never saw anyone cast a spell on him! Did you hear the spell?"

"..."

Billy turned his head slowly, and as expected, he met Tom's smirk after a successful prank.

Probably because of Billy's look of condemnation, Tom sneered mockingly, his eyes looked very impatient: It's none of my business, he laughed too annoyingly.

Bill answered him with a helpless look: That's enough—take two more slices of toast and go!

They dropped half a bowl of porridge and a roasted tomato and hurried out of the hall in confusion.

"Huh, silent spells! He sure knows you did it," Billy whispered, almost bumping into a freshman scrambling to find his classroom.

"so what?"

"Do you really hate him—" Or is it just your mischievous nature?Billy touched his nose, and rationally left the rest of the sentence unanswered.

"You said it yourself," drawled Tom viciously, blinking maliciously, "it's fun to tease Hattock once in a while."

"...when?" Billy asked dryly.

"Before you passed out on school day."

"..."

Billy would bet a pumpkin pie that Tom didn't really hate Hattock that much, or he wouldn't have behaved so badly in front of Hattock--in fact, in what you've been through with a man It's also hard to really hate him after everything that happened on World Cup night.

Having said that, Billy felt that the future Dark Lord might not have anyone who really hated among this group of students-because he didn't like it.Tom is far from being so easygoing and modest in front of ordinary people. In fact, he is simply too arrogant.He often has the most deceptive smirk on his face, maybe it's just because he thinks even his murderous meanness is a great gift to you.

"You're looking at me in a very strange way," said Tom suddenly, squinting his eyes. "May I conclude from that that you're judging my usual conduct, and most of the adjectives don't have a positive meaning."

"Huh?" Billy was taken aback, touched his nose, and asked tactfully, "Do I have any?"

"You do, Billy. Don't think I can't see it," said Tom coldly, and after a while he seemed to be calm again. "But it's nothing, I know, and you can't live without being stupid. gone."

"Even if I really can't live," Billy couldn't help retorting, "Tom, it's because of the irony that you can kill people all the time."

"Then I'll do it more simply next time," said Tom casually, "and try to make your death less painful."

"..."

While speaking, they had reached the third floor.Past the whining silver armor, a few students gathered there, annoyedly banging their wands on the wall to its right, muttering awkward spells.Billy joined them, drew out his wand, poked the wall, and whispered, "Abylas Camel."

The boys followed him in the same way, except Tom who stood by and watched without the slightest impatience.I don't know who's spell worked, and a handle slowly emerged from the empty wall, followed by a whole door covered with red curtains.

The students filed in.Billy suddenly remembered something: "We forgot to tell Harold - if he didn't use the fourteenth-century revealing spell that he learned in last class, he wouldn't have been able to find this door that was cast with the Freelen hiding spell! "

"It's okay." Tom didn't care. "Even if you told him, he couldn't remember the way to get here from the hall."

They also went in.Class is about to start, but there are not many people in the classroom.Various gimmicks in this class will cause students to rush in before the class starts-provided that in every group of students who try to open the door, there must be someone who is lucky enough to master the revealing spell.

Professor Spink, who taught the course, stood on the podium with a straight face. She was a shriveled little old lady with a wrinkled walnut-like face and a slightly crooked body like a big cashew nut.The old lady is so strict with all the students, even if he is as good as Tom.She spoke like she was reciting spells from the Middle Ages. If she partnered with Professor Binns, who taught the History of Magic, she would be able to easily solve the insomnia troubles of many people.

The class bell rang, and a few students hurriedly opened the door and rushed into the classroom with anxious faces.Professor Spink slowly glanced around at the people sitting below, pursed his lips as if dissatisfied, and then walked unhurriedly to the center of the podium.

"Oh..." Billy couldn't help moaning in a low voice, "She's going to start her lecture..."

Tom looked at him and said with a mocking sneer: "Good night, Billy."

Professor Spink's class is definitely a long lullaby.Objectively speaking, it is not because its content is too boring, but because it is too obscure.

Perhaps the old lady could have made the lesson more intelligible, but it was evident that she did not want to do that.So 10 to [-] minutes after the class bell rang, the classroom began to be filled with a dull and lethargic atmosphere.

"...Under the dark rule of the church in the Middle Ages, Muggles and wizards were at odds with each other, and the ignorant Christians made a covenant with the so-called God, vowing to eradicate all people with supernatural powers. Well, let's take a look at this A passage from the Bible in Hebrew..."

Billy's head thumped, then fell off the hand that was supporting his cheek.

"...