Fail Demon King

He walked to the sofa, "That's why I am very worried." He squatted down, looked into Tom's eyes, and muttered in a low voice, "It seems that I should make some efforts from now on..."

"Oh——" Tom raised his eyebrows leisurely, he leaned forward slightly, getting closer to Owen's lips, "What effort?" Before kissing the student who tried to cheat, he showed a hateful and satisfied smile, "That's really admirable, Owen. To be fair, maybe I have to admit that your performance this year is not worse than in previous years..."

The peaceful morning, the birds passing by the window, the shadows of dragonflies and bees, the scent of roses and lilacs - soon, everything is gone.

Outside the quiet mansion, long grass that has not been mowed for a long time grows.Whether wizards or Muggles, for most people in this world, this place is just a desert.

However, this barren land is shrouded in a kind of profound magic, which is not at the mercy and intrusion of time, and no other curse can work on it.

"—everyone's treasure secretly glows in the heart, and the cold blood is refreshed, so that we can gain peace and eternal life."

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Failed Christmas gift

After a heavy snowfall, the weather is still cloudy.

The spiers of Hogwarts are covered with a thick layer of snow, and they slide down from the top of the castle from time to time.There are only a few owls in the West Tower, and even these reliable messengers are reluctant to fly into the wild in severe cold weather.

The castle has been completely decorated, and those who were going home for the holidays wished Merry Christmas to their classmates in advance, and the Slytherin common room soon became quite empty.

Owen Scotch and Lucius Malfoy, who were in the seventh grade, walked out of the dormitory at the same time. The latter raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "We better hurry up, we will soon miss the train."

"Can't we really borrow the fireplace in Old Slug's office?" Owen said sleepily, they each carried a small suitcase, "I think he would be happy to provide a little convenience."

"—of course, to make an exception for the best student in his Potions class to go home a little bit. The question is," said Lucius meaningfully, "which home of yours are we going back to?"

"Sorry, I just remembered, the place we're going to isn't connected to the Floo network at all." Even if it were, he couldn't even think of saying that weird place name aloud in front of Slughorn.Owen coughed twice helplessly, and he also looked at his watch, "There is still time, I think we should catch the train."

"—Really, how long are you going to keep this a secret?" Lucius asked when they finally sat in the warm car. "I mean, you and—" he compared meaningfully. A gesture, but stopped short of the conversation.

Snowflakes drifted down outside the window, picked up by the wind, and rolled up one after another.The train is running fast, and the bleak winter scenery is connected into a vast expanse of white and gray.

"I didn't deliberately hide it. If they want to, they will know one day." Owen fully understood what Lucius meant, and he shrugged, "I suspect they have noticed something a long time ago, but they just stubbornly refused to believe it. ——at least my mother until now firmly believes that there is only some kind of wonderful and extraordinary friendship between me and that famous retired professor."

Lucius seemed completely speechless, he shook his head resignedly, and Owen heard him mutter "incredible Scottish lineage..." in a low voice, and then fell silent.

They each drank some hot tea. After a while, Lucius spoke again. He seemed a little hesitant, but he was very sincere: "For Merlin's sake, Owen, I would like to ask you to do me a favor."

"There's no need to be so solemn—let's just say it, I also want to ask you something."

Lucius raised his eyebrows.

However, Owen continued to talk indifferently: "Don't worry, I will never tell Lucretia the number and names of your new contacts this semester-look, I'm not sure if they are all girls; of course I Nor the fact that you've never tied your hair properly, and that you've finally discovered an effective spell to destroy the headband altogether—in exchange, I have but one trivial condition."

Lucius looked at Owen gloomily for a long time, and finally said softly: "I suspect you have already written to her."

"Don't be stupid," Owen said very calmly, "Of course I didn't."

"Then tell me about your conditions."

"—don't mention my midterm paper on History of Magic." Owen paused, "and don't mention those Christmas presents I received early."

"The latter is understandable," Lucius said slowly, leaning back calmly on the cushion of the train seat, "I saw that you had carefully burned those pink cards. But that paper clearly stated that you Pretty good grades - I mean, you're at least not as dumb as Milton Watson, whose title is "The Meaning of Religion - On Merlin's Ability to Consistent with or Against God", the result score Horrible."

"I know." This time the person with a gloomy tone became Owen, "but I don't think some people will be happy to know that in that paper I compared him with three other notorious dark wizards in history. "

"Ha—maybe the lord will be very satisfied."

"I swear I'm not alluding to something - but no, I bet he wouldn't. Especially when the other three people who were compared to each other had varying degrees of physical and psychological defects - the least symptomatic on the chin An ugly three-inch tumor, plus severe unexplained seizures after hearing the word 'marriage'."

"..."

——When Owen and Lucius got off the train and were on their way to Saturnus, they hadn't realized what kind of Christmas dinner they were about to face.Or rather, what a...Christmas it will be.

When they finally entered the dark iron gate and walked onto the wide stone road in front of the mansion, snow like goose feathers was flying all over the sky.The window reflects the shadow of Nagini’s T-shaped climbing frame, and the warm orange light shines through the diamond-shaped glass, illuminating the garden behind the hedge. Some ice crystal statues stand there quietly, and crystal-winged elves who are not afraid of the cold happily shuttle through it , playing with each other.

However, neither Owen nor Lucius paid much attention to this. They stopped suddenly and looked at each other for a second in the brighter and brighter light.

Lucius asked softly, "So—we're in an alliance?"

Owen nodded resolutely: "—a frank and loyal ally."

——People who don't know think they are about to face some huge crisis, but in fact this is just a battle of wits and courage between five Slytherins.Chris, the old house-elf of the Malfoy family, appeared at the top of the steps, standing among the tall stone pillars, snowflakes drifting down on his half-bald head, white as the down in his ears.

"Merry Christmas!" Chris bowed deeply and opened the door for them, bright orange warm light instantly tilted out, covering the marble steps, and the house-elf shrieked, "The soup and fish have been served before." Now, welcome the two young masters home."

The long table in the dining room was filled with delicious dishes cooked by Chris, and the aroma wafted into the foyer, and the fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, dispelling all the chills.Lucius went in first, and Owen walked behind. It was no surprise that he had just entered the porch when he raised his eyes and saw a tall man with a pale face standing in front of him.

"Merry Christmas." Owen didn't even realize when he grinned the corners of his frozen mouth. He smiled involuntarily, put down the suitcase, and the luggage disappeared automatically, "—Long time no see, Tom." Frequent, but real Tom Riddle he really hasn't seen in a long time.

"It's only three months." The man lowered his eyes and said without any fluctuations in his tone.He casually used a spell to clean up the wet marks left by the snowflakes on Owen's shoulder, and then grabbed Owen's cold right hand into his palm involuntarily, "But I have to admit that it is an immature idea to let you go back to Hogwarts—— Merry Christmas."

——This is a fantastic Christmas Eve.

At least that's how Irving sees it.He had never in his life imagined that one day he would spend a Christmas like this - with his friends, the Malfoy family, and his lover whose name alone would make many in the wizarding world tremble.

But now Owen is actually sitting at the table, drinking a glass of delicate eggnog - it's almost like a dream.

"It's kind of like our Christmas dinner at school, isn't it?" Lucretia said to Owen as Tom and Abraxas whispered.Probably because of the fire and alcohol, a beautiful blush appeared on her proud and pale cheeks, "If the table was longer, a few more Lestranges or Blacks... I remember that Otulus is the most The one who can tell jokes, and McMillan is always acting like a baby to her ideal boyfriend."

Owen gave a short laugh: "I don't want McMillan to appear here-after all, her two former offensive targets are now present."

Lucretia gave Owen a sideways look, and the expression on her face was very interesting: "It's actually three. You didn't realize it at all in fifth grade, did you? Of course, some people are your strong defenses—"

With a sound of "ding", someone whose fork touched the plate suddenly fell silent on the table.Owen glanced at Tom sitting next to him out of the corner of his eye—not very well, his expression was worryingly calm—Merlin, how long ago was this all!

Fortunately, there was still Lucius sitting at the dining table, and the expression on his face was very intriguing.He's already gotten a glimpse of Owen's secrets, but that doesn't mean he's completely okay with the roommate he's lived with for five years suddenly becoming his mother's best friend from school.Owen's loyal ally accidentally coughed twice, but unexpectedly, Lucretia quickly shifted her attention: "I am very glad that I received your letter on time this semester, Lucius. If possible, I really want to visit you Quidditch - Merry Christmas, son, I'm so proud of you."

"Merry Christmas, Mom."

"—now can you tell me what the hell happened to that Angela Herries?"

The knife and fork that Lucius was cutting the turkey stopped, and he slowly raised his eyes, staring straight at Owen who was sitting across from him.Owen helped his forehead, and looked at Lucretia helplessly: "Liutie, old man, seriously—how did I not know that you founded the Hogwarts Parent Information Association after graduation?"

"Because it just so happens that the former members of the Girls' News Association have now become parents." Lucretia paused, narrowed her eyes and turned to Owen, she was keenly aware of something, and said slowly and softly, "For Merlin's sake— —”

Owen met her piercing gaze and smiled calmly.At the same moment he distinctly heard Tom sitting next to him seize the moment with a mocking sneer.Owen groped under the table to find Tom's hand, and squeezed it warningly.

The air above the dining table seemed to be stiff, and finally, Abraxas, who always had a bright smile on his face, broke the silence with a drawn out voice: "Come on, Liuti, today is Christmas." He raised the wine glass in his hand , "I propose a toast to Lucretia. Today's ham and potato soup is made by herself," he looked at Lucretia, his light-colored eyes were very gentle, "—although the method is very similar to concocting a potion. "

Owen and Lucius raised their glasses almost immediately, and Tom, who had been watching the fire from the sidelines the whole time, lazily complied with the suggestion.

"—For Lucretia."

"Merry Christmas."

It snowed heavily until midnight.

"It's terrible," said Owen, who had changed into his pajamas and sat exhausted on the bed. "This must be the hardest Christmas Eve I've ever experienced."

Someone held Owen's hand that was ravaging his temple and handed him a cup at the same time.Tom snorted, without showing the slightest sympathy for Owen: "It's your own fault."

Owen raised his cup and downed it in one breath, choking on the pungent taste and frowned suddenly: "This is——why are you giving me refreshing decoction?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tom's kiss landed on the corner of his mouth.While lips and tongue were intertwined, he heard Tom say softly and confidently: "To... cheer you up."

"..."

—— Something is wrong!Owen looked at the pair of black eyes that were extremely close together, and Tom's deep pupils were burning with hot flames, and those dense and hot kisses gradually spread downward.The more and more rapid breathing intertwined, Owen suddenly remembered something.He grabbed Tom by the collar suddenly, yanked the tall man down beside him--it wasn't easy, to be honest, thanks to the refreshing potion--and looked straight at Tom.

The latter raised his eyebrows with a sense of astonishment.

"Great—then this is a Christmas present." Owen took a deep breath, then leaned over and kissed Tom hard.Biting the pale lips of the man, he said with a guilty conscience, "...as for the birthday present...that's another..."

——As for what else did Owen receive on this snowy Christmas Eve?The answer to the mystery was revealed the next morning.

When Owen Scotch staggered out of bed, still worried about the gift package that Tom was about to unwrap, he also found another thing on the table by the window.

I hope some people don't throw a tantrum over a glove and a wool sock he gave away, Owen thought uneasily—but those two things just happened to make a pair with the glove and sock that was left alone because of the two Horcruxes.

There is a book on the table, the title of which is - "Teach You How to Disguise Successfully".

--unacceptable!

Owen picked up the book with a gloomy face, and there was something beside it.It was a roll of parchment, he opened it suspiciously, and suddenly his eyes went dark—Merlin's stockings, this was his mid-term paper on History of Magic!

There was also a note under the parchment, clearly in Tom's handwriting, and even the crooked letters seemed to have a terrific sneer: "Merry Christmas. Perhaps we can frame this excellent assignment—for you are proud."

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