Fail Demon King

After that, the summer vacation can be looked forward to.It is sad and happy that Billy got the first "bad" in his life in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class taught by Professor Mellors, which can be regarded as the only accident.

"This is unexpected," said the straight-A student who got the first grade again while packing up their things. "You used to be a passing grade at worst."

"Forget it," Billy sighed, and while folding his robe, he casually threw two rock candy mice to Nagini and Victor to relieve the heated war between them, "You know it's not my long Item. All previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professors hate me like hell."

"Oh," Tom picked up the ending, and he stopped building the box, "I remember that we only had Professor Mellors in this class—"

"Don't talk to me yet," Billy interrupted, wrinkling his nose suddenly and looking weak, "Actually...I felt a little dizzy just now."

Tom snorted and continued to cover his box: "It's time for you to drink your medicine."

The summer vacation has begun.Soon, old Mrs Cole, the director of an orphanage in London, felt that life was going to be unbearable.

In her jurisdiction there was what might be called the exclusion zone of the All Orphanage--it was the first room of a long upstairs corridor.She was so annoyed and so troubled that there was such a place in the bare square of the house behind iron gates to undermine her impregnable rule that it cost her another full pint.

In fact, there are only two boys living there, and they only live here in July and August.

But these two months are enough for something to happen-for example, recently, a large number of black-shelled beetles have been pouring out from the cracks in the wall and the bathroom. Mrs. Cole has reason to suspect that this is related to the two weird children. Can't get rid of the relationship.

"...was just so bad--torturing me like rats, insects, oh! demons..." she muttered from behind a cluttered desk. Especially that Riddle--but it's all right . . . God, September, when the hell is September going to come?"

"...When will September come?" Billy sat on a simple iron bed, boredly looking at the gray London sky through the iron window, "I feel like I'm going to suffocate."

"Count the calendar," replied Tom perfunctorily, who was furiously writing his History of Magic essay, "or play with Nagini for a while. She's been going nuts since Victor flew out."

Following his words, Nagini swam over furiously flicking his tail, but was pinched seven inches by Billy. The little snake hissed and struggled, desperately trying to whip Billy's neck with its tail.

"I say," Tom dropped his quill, leaned one hand on the table, and looked back at Billy and Nagini.He squinted his black eyes and said slowly and softly, "Whoever you two are, if you dare to make the slightest noise, I will boil you both into the cauldron."

Nagini immediately began to pretend that she was a dead snake, and she was completely limp in Billy's hands, like a limp rope.Billy looked at her with extreme helplessness and wanted to tie her into a knot.

"Go and see if your potions are ready, Billy," said Tom at last, turning to his paper again, the rustle of the quill on the parchment and the bubbling and bubbling of a nearby cauldron. A strange harmony was formed, "Don't dawdle after it cools down, drink it quickly."

"It smells almost there." Billy sniffled, walked over to scoop up the pearly white medicine and poured it into a dark narrow-mouth light-proof bottle next to it, until it was full, "We have to put the rest Dispose of it, Madam Pomfrey will send moonshine grass fruit next month. You know, the smell of this thing is particularly attractive to black-shelled beetles, and old Cole has come up to peek at it many times."

"Let her go," replied Tom indifferently, rolling back the roll of parchment.

Suddenly there was a "bang bang" sound from the window, and Victor flew back.Two thick letters were tied to the little owl's feet, so it was difficult to squeeze in through the iron bars.Billy walked over and took the two letters, and an excited Victor came chirping into the room, as if he was very proud of his return with the letters.

Two letters, each sealed with sealing wax: a curlicue "M" on a coat of arms, snakes wrapped around spears, and "Pure Eternal Victory" printed on the lower ribbon.

— This is the crest of the Malfoy family.

"There was a letter for me... Lucretia was at Malfoy Manor, so I used the stationery and wax seal from there." Billy unfolded it, and said as he browsed, "Oh, Merlin, she's really good at writing." It's long, I'll take a closer look at it later. By the way, she asked me to ask you a question for her at the beginning: what should be done about the key word 'Caslino's origin history' given in the homework of the Charms class? Explain...the other one is for you, Tom, do you want me to open it?"

"No need." Tom had left his History of Magic paper at some point, and he quietly appeared behind Billy, and lightly took another letter from his hand, "You should go drink the medicine gone."

"For some reason," said Billy gloomily, rubbing his nose and keeping his eyes on the mysterious letter Tom had received, "every time you say, 'You should get your meds,' A very bad feeling…”

"Nothing," Tom replied flatly, and he clipped the letter into his thick "Endless Magical World-Auxiliary Materials for the History of Magic". "You always like to think too much."

Billy stared at him for a while: "I hope I'm thinking too much."

"You are." Tom turned around and took the strong sedative potion that had been drying for Billy. He even smiled quickly at Billy. "Ground suspicion is not good for your health. Drink it," he said. He resumed the unquestionable command tone, "Then go and count the calendar - I think it will be no more than 35 days, and September is coming."

22 A pure-blood son

Two and a half months later, Billy had his happiest day of the year - not only was he back at Hogwarts with Tom, but the Quidditch season was coming again.

After the first Slytherin match, he and Lucretia had joined in the house-elf kitchen.

The proud girl from the Black family looked around Billy: "He didn't come again? I didn't see him during the game."

"It's been four years." Billy opened the chair beside the round table for her, but an elf beside him had already set up a seat for him. "When did you see him come to a Quidditch match?"

Napkins, knives and forks, spoons, white tablecloths, those elves are always so tidy, hardworking and happy, they squealed "yes" to every request made by Lucretia, and then quickly brought all kinds of dishes. Great variety of gourmet dishes.

Billy murmured thanks for each of their services, even though it didn't seem necessary and soon he was running out of words.When there was no more food on the round table, the elves bowed contentedly and went back to work on the lunch they were about to deliver to the long table in the hall. Billy finally had a chance to talk to Lucretia.

"We've got a new batsman, haven't we?" Billy said casually. "The one with the light blond hair, flies pretty neat."

"Oh," Lucretia must have frowned slightly if Billy read it right, "Abraxas Malfoy."

Of course Billy knew who it was, blood traits were so powerful, after all, but he was just trying to get something else out of Lucretia—something about Tom, maybe.

"Malfoy?" he repeated with a curious expression.

"Sixth year. You haven't seen him before, have you? But I bet you've heard of him. Abraxas is known to a lot of pure-blood wizarding families, and the common name for him is—'That dude." '. He wanders around the castle all day, looking for messy secret passages or hidden classrooms. The only place you can often see him is the Quidditch field. This clearly marks the failure of old Malfoy in educating his children, It seems that he has invested too much effort in "Wizard Wars"."

"I think he's not bad." Billy slowly cut the food in front of him, actually thinking about how to find the next question in his mind, "Although he's rambunctious, he's not too unbearable."

"I don't think so," Lucretia said disapprovingly. "You can see him kissing a different girl—or boy—almost every day. If that's not slutty, then I don't have much to say. "

Billy thought he heard it wrong: "...I'm sorry—"

"Oh, come on," Lucretia frowned sullenly, "I don't want to repeat those words a second time."

"..."

Focusing on eating was one of Lucretia's virtues, and soon they both stopped talking.

It was evening when Billy saw Tom.

There was a warm orange-green flame burning in the fireplace of the dormitory, and Nagini was lying on her velvet cushion in a daze. She was suddenly awakened by the sound of the door opening, and she raised her head and neck to look at the source of the sound.

A hissing voice whispered to her, "Shut up, Nagini, it's me."

Hissing—the little snake got down on the ground and fell into that sleepy state again.

A tall, lanky boy closed the door and strode toward the little desk by the fireplace, quickly, but hardly making a sound.When passing by the bed that was already tightly covered by the green curtain near the door, he seemed not sure whether the people inside were asleep, so he paused for a moment, turning his head slightly to listen to the movement in the curtain.

Without warning, the curtain was thrown open with a "crash".Out of nowhere came a boy with a mess of dark chestnut hair and almost transparent pale skin, with a scheming smile that seemed to say "Ha, finally got you!".

"Good evening, Billy." Tom turned his head away for a moment, and resumed his usual calm and self-possession, but he still glanced at Billy's face from the corner of his eye, "You're still awake? That's strange."

"Come on, at least I've been in the dorms. I thought you were going to sleep out, Tom," Billy retorted mercilessly, unfortunately his sarcasm was tempered by his tangled hair . "Why, Mrs. Pince didn't make a bed for you in the library?"

Tom squinted at Billy, then pursed his lips slowly, trying to hold back his small but uncontrollable smile.He paused by Billy's bed for a moment, then strode toward the desk: "Don't talk to me like that," he drawled, "like I'm married to you and I'm having an affair. "

Billy held his forehead helplessly: "...For the sake of Merlin's briefs, do you have to say that?"

Tom lit a small lamp on the table, and the light from the candle illuminated the small round window on the stone wall. The creatures at the bottom of the lake outside the window were attracted by the light and swam over curiously.The water is full of waves, and this room seems to be in a psychedelic world.Tom took what looked like a notebook from his robe pocket, and Billy tried to squint and crane his neck to take a look, but the upright figure completely blocked it.

"Are you still asleep?" Tom seemed to feel his gaze, and suddenly turned his head to look at Billy with raised eyebrows.His black hair curled softly across his forehead, and his black silhouette in the lamp was like a fine silhouette.

Billy touched his nose, still not giving up: "If you don't mind, I would like to wait a little longer—"

"Do you want to hear a bedtime story?" Tom raised his eyebrows mockingly, he paused, nodded suddenly, raised his jaw sharply, and dragged out the sound, "Oh——or do you want this?" He turned around from the table He took a small box and handed it to Billy.

Billy looked at him suspiciously, then at the box: "What?"

Tom gave a nasty smirk. "Sherry mints—seems you forgot, Billy, you bought them at Hogward. They're supposed to be good for staying up late. There's one left, I think." I don't mind sharing half with you."

"...no need," said Billy dryly, feeling completely defeated, "thank you for your generosity, and enjoy yourself."

——The burden of his own choice is not too heavy, so what else does he care about?

Thinking helplessly, Billy let out a breath and reached out to close the curtain again.Looking out from the dark green velvet curtain, Nagini was already curled up on her little cushion and fast asleep, while Tom, the guy who never seemed to be sleepy, was still sitting upright facing a small lamp.He leaned his right hand on the table, tilted his head, and frowned slightly, which made his handsome face finally show a bit of indescribable fatigue.

Come on, of course he wasn't tired, who made him toss around so late, and he didn't see anyone all day long.It must be as deceitful as his smirk—

Billy bit his lip and sat on the bed, his hand that drew down the drapery stopped.

"Even if you eat that candy, don't stay up too late. One last word," Billy finally couldn't help poking his head out.To be honest, he himself dislikes his long-windedness, who knows if it will offend the impatient future devil king, "You know, it will make your ears feel cold, so don't forget to drink a cup of hot water Good night." As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered the curtain, threw his head on the pillow, and pulled the quilt up to his ears——

Whatever that mean guy says.

"Be quiet, and just sleep with yours," said Tom, surprisingly unhurriedly, and sounding as if he was in a good mood.In the quiet night, there seemed to be only the rustling sound of the quill pen across the paper, which was eye-catching. Tom paused for a while, and finally lowered his voice, "Good night, Billy."

In the Transfiguration class on the second day, Tom still looked so energetic, but finally there was a light blue color under his eye sockets that could not be ignored.Billy, on the other hand, was as pale as a ghost, and he looked even gaunter than Tom, who didn't go to bed until three in the morning, which was the bitter fruit of having a late-night roommate.

"Are you going to the library today?" Billy whispered to Tom, poking his wand at the sleeping porcupine in front of him jealously.Today's class exercise is to turn this prickly guy into a beautiful velvet cushion. Not only must it look smooth and soft, but it must not make people scream and jump up when sitting on it. There are several porcupines on the buttocks that represent failure. prick.

"Not necessarily," Tom answered, "to see if there's anything else. I hope there's no homework for this class."

"Are you still afraid of homework?" Billy murmured under his breath. "Admit it, Tom, you love them. When is the time you don't do your homework and tests flawlessly, and then go to school amidst every teacher's praise?" No. 2 student's self-esteem was severely trampled--after all, I remember that person for many years, and I even remembered her name: Marilyn of Ravenclaw, something... ..."

"Shut up, you're making noise," Tom murmured impatiently, frowning as it seemed that staying up all night had inevitably made his temper worse, "if you could spell so well, you wouldn't To be able to step on that self-esteem."

"..."

Billy's porcupine suddenly squeaked, opened its bean-sized black eyes, and was finally awakened.Billy played with it friendly for a while, and even took out a rock candy mouse left over from Nagini's meal and fed it to him. Tom's porcupine also crawled over happily.

"By the way," Billy paused for a moment, then asked casually while trying to split the candy mouse in half, "you've been looking for clues about your father lately? How's it going?"

"Not much. I've looked through the Origins of Surnames in the Wizarding World and the Genealogy of Famous Living Wizards, and I can't find a Riddle with the right number," said Tom darkly.He paused, looked at Billy with raised eyebrows, and said slowly, "Come on, you just want to know what I'm doing, don't you?" He smirked, "It's a pity, I Not going to tell you."

Billy rubbed his nose, and he was silent for a long time, so long that Tom could hardly help being suspicious.Finally, he tentatively opened his mouth: "I was thinking, Tom... have you found a girlfriend?" He blinked, and after seeing Tom's face turning livid, he quickly added, "I don't have any other girlfriends." I mean—I mean, actually...you don’t have to hide it from me.”

The effect of the remark was so great that even the two porcupines on their table recoiled from Tom's frighteningly bright eyes.

The stern-faced Tom snorted coldly, then swung his wand violently, and a porcupine instantly transformed into a perfect velvet cushion without any resistance.The exquisite embroidery on the cushion would have amazed even the most skilled housewife.

"Excellent!" said a cheerful voice behind them, who had been standing behind them for some time now, Dumbledore, "I see Mr. Riddle has finished. That's nice, Tom, isn't it? I just want to put it on my armchair in my office, it will match my argyle upholstery. Five points for Slytherin."

The other seats in the classroom were still busy. When the students were unfortunately pricked by the porcupine quill, the voices of "Oh! Damn!" Dumbledore turned to Billy with a smile: "I see that you haven't made any progress, Star Mr. Booth. Just one suggestion: Don't be like Mr. Staub."

Billy looked suspiciously back to the right, forgetful Harold Staub was searching the world for his wand, and his poor porcupine somehow looked like a big naked mouse.

"He cast a spell to remove the porcupine's quills, thinking that it would be safer when turned into a velvet cushion—" said Dumbledore softly. "Great, I see that Assistant McGonagall has gone to stop him— — is a good idea, but the Fantastic Beasts Protection Society won't agree."

Billy's eyebrows twitched, and he couldn't say anything. Tom pressed his lips tightly beside him.

"Go on, Billy. But I have a little suggestion," Dumbledore blinked, and he restrained his smile, but his attitude was still very gentle. "Both you and Mr. Riddle look bad," he slightly emphasized. Just a few words, "Don't stay up all night—for anything."

23 A Secret Forbidden|Book

Billy turned his porcupine into the required mat at the last minute of the bell, and the pattern matched the one Tom had made.

Coming out of the Transfiguration classroom, they walked side by side in the corridor, neither of them saying a word.It's hard to say why, but Tom's face was so gloomy that Billy could even see his cheeks bulge slightly, it must be from clenching his teeth.

They turned the corner and jumped a teasing disappearing staircase, and Tom finally whispered, "He's been staring at me." He sounded like he was trying to hold back his anger, "I can feel it—and I especially hate it when he calls my name!"

Billy swallowed: "But... I often call your name too."

The corners of Tom's eyes twitched because of his irritability, and the extreme impatience made his beautiful features almost hideous: "Don't say stupid things, that's different!" He frowned, and spoke very fast and in a very low voice , "I have to find a way, even if it's to get rid of him temporarily! With such a pair of shadowy eyes staring at me, it's impossible to—"

He stopped suddenly.Although he still looked angry, and even his eyes were particularly bright, Tom pressed his lips tightly together and stopped uttering a word.

Billy looked up at him. "Well—what at all?"

Tom snorted coldly and turned his head away.

"What are you, what are you doing, what are you doing?" Billy asked word by word, he looked at Tom without blinking, the corners of his mouth curled slightly because of his seriousness, "Tell the truth, don't lie to me."

"That's not like what you said. What have you got to lie to me?" Tom mocked, and after a while he said firmly, "Besides, I didn't do anything."

"Really." Billy said flatly, he touched his nose, and turned his head away from Tom.

They continued to walk side by side, yet it was as if the person next to them didn't exist.Occasionally, a person pretends to be careless and sneaks a sideways glance, but they can only see the side face of the other person who seems to be staring and indifferent.Even the usually noisy armor and portraits seem to be able to see something wrong with them, everything is quiet today.

"I'll go first," said Tom stiffly as he reached the hall.He turned around and was about to walk in the opposite direction to the passageway at the bottom of the lake, but Billy suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

Tom paused, he turned his head and looked down at Billy: "Is there anything else?"

Billy didn't let go of Tom's sleeve, and he took two steps closer to Tom. This was the first time he looked at Tom so bluntly: "I don't know what you're doing, Tom, and neither do I, honestly." Going to mind what you're doing," he went on, looking straight into Tom's black eyes, "because it's clear you're going to keep it from me, and you've got your own reasons, so—"

Tom interrupted him: "What the hell are you trying to say?"

"I want to say," Billy said slowly and meaningfully, taking a deep breath, "we are Slytherins, but we are not in the quagmire that many people despise." He still stared at Tom's face. Eyes, as if they could look into the tall boy's heart with his gaze, "Besides success or failure, there are other things that are also important to us, aren't they?"

Tom looked at Billy impassively.In my impression, this gentle boy rarely speaks so seriously.There were some in Slytherin who thought that nose-touching Billy was a slack guy whose wits were only good when he said mean things - but Tom knew that was far from the truth.Sometimes he had the inexplicable feeling that this roommate he'd known since childhood actually knew countless things—what others knew, and what others didn't—than even their Transfiguration professor.

And Billy Stubbs had his own secrets - Tom's black pupils shrank a little at the thought - and he kept them silently, not wanting anyone to see through them.

"Aha, well said, little Stubbs," said a smooth voice.The one who spoke was a boy leaning against the wall at the turn. He was not short, but stood crookedly, so he didn't look that tall.The smile on his face is as lazy as his stance, "Listen, 'there are other things that matter to us besides success or failure'—isn't it."

Billy looked in that direction and saw the cynical boy with the pale blond hair that was really eye-catching.

Abraxas Malfoy seemed so out of place here at this moment that it was hard to blame Billy for not even giving him a polite smile.However, he didn't seem to mind at all, and continued with a smile: "Of course, what does the code say? 'Faith to the faith is the highest honor', if I remember correctly, yes Is that the case? So success or failure is another matter."

"I'm sorry," Billy turned his head coldly, continuing to stare at Tom, "I don't understand what you're saying."

Unexpectedly, Tom avoided Billy's sight with twinkling eyes: "Let me introduce, this is Abraxas Malfoy—"

"No," said Billy stiffly. "I don't think I need to know who he is. Go to work, Tom, and see you at supper."

He let go of Tom's sleeve, and walked in the direction of the tunnel under the lake without looking back.

It was finally his turn to drop Tom this time - but damn Merlin!Who knew if the two behind him were standing side by side, black hair next to blond, laughing nonchalantly at Billy Stubbs' inexplicable eccentricities.Or maybe things are more depressing at all: The famous nobleman Malfoy and the scion of Slytherin finally complete the great meeting -

Thanks to Merlin, they finally found the right person for them!

The next day is a Saturday.All day Billy saw no sign of Tom.

In fact, it was useless to see it. He and Tom seemed to be caught in a weird cold war. The icy atmosphere made the fireplace in the dormitory no matter how many flames were lit, and the little snake Nagini almost wanted to go to hibernation.

The homework in Charms was irritating, and the theoretical, tongue-in-cheek spells would have taken Billy a while to figure out even when he wasn't distracted (though he'd learned it, but Merlin's socks—he'd almost forgotten them) ), not to mention how absent-minded he is now.

As for the reason, of course there is nothing else, it is Tom who has become more and more suspicious recently.

Billy vaguely guessed what Tom was up to recently—it wasn't difficult to guess from that evasive and cautious attitude, but he really didn't want to believe it was true: Tom was conducting a mysterious research, toward The Dark Lord, whom people became more and more familiar with after so many years, walked away, and got farther and farther away from him.

To be honest, there was a time when Billy thought that something might have changed, and he even naively and optimistically imagined that the wizarding world would no longer need a savior in a few years' time.But now it seems that this idea is really stupid.

——And if he can't change anything, then he should really think about how he should go back to the future.Of course, it may take a lot of work, but it is not impossible to go home.

It's just that the thought is not very pleasant.For no apparent reason, Billy felt a hollow feeling in his chest.He suddenly discovered that he had seldom thought of Cousin Ivan and William recently.

Billy stared blankly for a while, biting the tip of his quill, until he realized that the ink had dripped on the Charms homework he had just written, and he finally came to his senses.He frantically tapped his wand on the paper, trying to suck the ink away, only to find that the spell had also sucked most of what he had just written.

Fortunately, it was only written in less than seven inches!Billy stared at the roll of parchment in dismay, planning to rewrite it altogether—or write another assignment for another class.He also has a "Report on the Analysis of Dangerous Plants" urgently to be completed for herbal medicine class, and Professor Preston of that subject has become much stricter recently.The lake bottom shimmers and shimmers in the transparent semi-dome, reflected on the parchment, which is disturbing.

The stone door of the common room rang, and Lucretia walked in from outside.Billy looked up to see her and greeted her listlessly.

Strangely, Lucretia paused obviously the moment she saw Billy: "Oh, so you're in the common room?"

"Where else would I be?" Billy asked rhetorically.He put the quill down, rolled up his homework, and felt his nerves begin to dance the Yorkshire corps. "There's a party for the old slugs tonight, isn't it?"

"Yes."

Billy rubbed his temples in pain: "Oh... I have to finish this damn report quickly. Goodbye, Lucretia."

Lucretia looked at him suspiciously: "Where are you going?"

"Go ask Professor Preston a few questions, her homework is driving me nuts."

"Oh—" Lucretia drew out her voice strangely, "You don't know?" She nodded thoughtfully, "No wonder you've stayed in the common room until now."

Billy stopped in front of the stone wall: "What the hell is going on?"

"Professor Preston's been working on dangerous plants lately, you know that, right?" Lucretia mused, "She forbids anyone from going to the conservatory on the weekends, although she'll always be there - she says in class, Are you asleep again?"

Billy faintly felt that something was wrong: "...so?"

"Riddle went to her office today to look for her," Lucretia said slowly, looking at Billy, "and he was put into confinement directly. It is said that he will stay there tonight to help sort out Preston's book on rare plants." Documentation—probably the first confinement of his life, I think."

"Supposedly?" Billy asked softly. "Who said that?"

Lucretia raised her face slightly: "I passed Professor Preston's office, and when she said the word 'confinement', I saw Malfoy standing outside the door."

Before she finished speaking, Billy had already opened the stone door of the common room and rushed out.

If he had a broomstick, Billy would ride it straight to Professor Preston's office without hesitation.He ran too fast in the corridors, thumping his feet, waking the sleeping portraits, and babbled reproaches followed him.

The office door was closed, and Billy stood there panting.He knew how frantic Professor Preston would be when he plunged into the greenhouse, and she would never come back with a smell of earth before twelve o'clock at night.But for some reason, Billy felt his heart pound wildly.He swallowed a breath, collected himself, and pushed open the office door——

A black object flashed quickly, and someone turned around abruptly.

Billy blinked before he saw that the black thing was actually the slightly curly black hair of Tom, who was sitting in a chair with his back to the door, opposite a large pile of messy books.

The moment Tom saw Billy, the expression on his face became extremely indescribable-the vigilance, surprise, doubt, and the rapid calculation that followed, Billy could almost see it behind his shaggy black curly hair How Tom's brain works.Tom's defense was like that of a child who found a secret biscuit, and the expression that didn't suit him was extremely familiar, and Billy's eyes flashed back to the night when they traveled in the orphanage in the summer all those years ago. , he discovered the scene when Tom was about to go on an expedition.

Billy would have laughed if he hadn't seen what Tom was holding.

Although Tom frowned and immediately stuffed the thick, old, black book, which was only a palm in size, into the pocket of his robe, Billy still noticed the title of the book on it.

Billy knew that name.In the era when he was still called Owen—Hogwarts in the previous life, he spent a lot of effort studying Voldemort, how many times he was kicked out of the library by Mrs. Pince, and how many times he tried to sneak into the forbidden The book area, the farthest place he can reach, the last clue is the name of this book.

——In the era 70 years later, it was said to have been destroyed, the extremely evil black magic forbidden | book, which recorded all the secrets about the soul.

24 An unprecedented quarrel

Everything is beyond doubt.At this moment, Billy has even been able to conclude that this confinement is simply a premeditated plan.The brig really was the best place to hide from other eyes, and that ancient book was just as suspicious as that Malfoy whose number of appearances had skyrocketed recently.

Billy felt a grip on his chest, his heart was beating wildly at the office door, but must have sunk to a place where he could barely feel it.

He really didn't want to believe it, but it was the way it was, and no one could change it: Tom was doing the only thing he feared from the bottom of his heart—Voldemort's soul-split research.

Thoughts exploded like sparks in Billy's head: Since when did Tom start researching?Is there anything left to save?