Fail Demon King

My sincere thanks to Merlin. "

Tom's dark eyes narrowed dangerously, and his gaze was fixed on the back of Owen's brown head.Yet the man in front was still groping forward, ignorant of it.

"Seriously—oh!" The mud under his feet was full of potholes, and Owen stumbled, "I bet this is the most difficult secret passage in Hogwarts... It seemed like a mouse ran past my feet just now Now, Nagini and Viktor are going to love this place... how did you find this place?"

"You bet it's the hardest one—how many other secret passages do you know?"

"Not many, but there are a few. You know... some of them weren't secret passages at my time, especially the one behind the one-eyed hunchback witch statue. Honeydukes even had to lock it in the warehouse ..." Some clods fell from the low top, and Owen coughed a few times, "You still... ahem, didn't answer my question: how did you find this place?"

Tom snorted, as if he was reluctant to answer, but he finally said: "I found it when I was a student," and at this time he still sneered maliciously, "After all, the last year I didn't like some lying People in the grave are so idle."

Guiltyly, Owen touched his nose with the hand holding the wand, and the little fluorescent light on the tip of the wand seemed to flutter, and he coughed dryly twice: "Don't change the subject, you know what I'm asking: Are you—how—— found."

"Nothing to say," said Tom lightly, and he paused for a moment. "—the Basilisk was a great help."

"Are you going to tell me," Owen raised his eyebrows, "it's actually like this: Your good helper was wandering around in the pipes of Hogwarts, and one day accidentally got stuck in a very thin pipe 'But it shouldn't be,' he said, bewildered as he called to you to save him, 'there should be enough plumbing here for the building to get me through--'"

"But there's a diversion there, a tunnel dug down, so there's no room for a normal-sized water main—that's about it. You guessed it."

Owen was silent for a while: "...Are you kidding me?"

"I'm serious."

"..."

There was a slight "squeak" sound, and another mouse ran past Owen's feet in a hurry.

"Okay," Owen said hesitantly after a while, "although I always feel that you are playing me off." He muttered somewhat annoyedly, "but it doesn't matter, Tom, you have enough secrets anyway. From the previous study of Horcruxes and your mysterious diary, to the current Benjamin and Penster—"

Tom interrupted him suddenly: "I did perfunctory you many times before."

Owen choked so hard that he didn't even notice that his head hit the low mud roof of the tunnel.After a while, he said mockingly, "...Thank you for noticing this..."

"But I'll never hide anything from you again," said Tom curtly.His deep voice hit the walls and bounced back, making one feel that one's eardrums were buzzing, "I promise."

Owen was stunned, he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"I promise." Tom repeated, "since I took you from Hogwarts this time—or, to put it another way, you took you from Hogwarts—" he said teasingly. He laughed, but the following words seemed to have made an irrevocable determination, "Then whether you want to or not, I will ask you to walk side by side with me."

This secret path is long and dark, as if it will never end.There was a dead silence all around, and the two living people seemed to be walking in a tomb, but Owen held the hand of the man behind him tightly, and suddenly had a ridiculous idea: he wanted to walk with this man in the darkness forever, Go all the way to the end of the world.

I don't know how long it took, but Owen felt that it was necessary for him to say something. He cleared his blocked throat: "...you know, of course I am willing." He laughed shortly, and at the same time Blinking rapidly, "Actually—it's quite an honor."

Owen felt his shoulders being embraced from behind, and it was only for a moment—after all, the secret passage was too narrow, and Tom let him go quickly.They continued to walk forward one after the other, but he was sure that the man behind him was smiling: "Great. But I think you need to worry about another thing now - leaving school without authorization, Owen, you are far away." Not as routine as I remember."

"It must be your memory that's wrong, I've never played by the rules." Owen said tactfully, "And I should have graduated from school long ago, this damn sixth grade seems to be under a spell to make me I can never finish reading it." He paused for a moment, then said softly, "The only thing that bothers me is..."

"The Scott family."

"That's right." Owen said with a wry smile, "I'm worried that Levins will climb up the west tower and then open the window and jump off... But I can't say anything to him." He subconsciously wanted to make a helpless gesture, But the hand that didn't hold the wand was firmly held by Tom, "They are indeed my family, and they really gave me the feeling of having my parents and brothers. Although I'm not quite used to it, I But... I can only assume they'll understand me and feel better—"

"What do you understand?"

"You know exactly what I want to say."

"I just want to hear you say it."

Owen paused helplessly: "Okay. I understand that I chose to be my most, my most—oh!" He didn't finish his sentence, "Damn Merlin, my head... the one who dug this secret passage must be Dwarf... have you been stooping, Tom?"

Someone behind him snorted dissatisfiedly, but Owen pretended not to hear it.With a flick of his wand, he carefully removed some of the top raised dirt and rocks ahead, hoping to make the tall man's walk somewhat more comfortable.And Tom, who was walking behind, was also calmly waving his wand occasionally to remove the dust and dust on Owen's shoulders and the top of his head that might cause squinting or coughing.

They continued to walk forward, and the dark tunnel became lower and lower and narrower and narrower.But none of this is anything to complain about, and it's satisfying that they walk together.

After an unknown amount of time, a spot of light finally appeared in front of him.The beam of light was cast from above, and the two people who had walked side by side in the darkness for a long time were getting closer to it.

Finally, Owen stepped into the beam of light.

It was as if the top of his head was being sucked by a huge vacuum cleaner, and with a "whoosh", he was suddenly pulled up along the winding, rabbit-hole-like opening.It feels about the same as holding a portkey, but a little more comfortable than a portkey,

After a dazzling dizziness passed, Owen opened his eyes.The sky was still dark, and they stood in a wasteland under the gray sky.

"Where are you going?" Owen asked casually.

"I think you haven't seen Lucretia for a long time," Tom replied casually. "To Malfoy Manor."

The two of them didn't seem to care about what was going to happen in the future. A gust of wind swept over the short grass that had already started to grow, and there was a rustling sound on the gravel beach. The fresh air after the rain almost made the lungs feel convulsed.A silver-white shadow ran towards them against the wind, and Owen squinted his eyes to see clearly that the shadow was actually a huge snow wolf.

——That is the patron saint of Abraxas.

The silver wolf ran up to them, and then said to Tom, "My lord," Abraxas' smooth voice matched the wolf's, and it sounded less absent-minded than usual.A wolf seemed more serious and solemn than the humanoid Malfoy Patriarch, which was a bit funny, "Benjamin is here, waiting for you in the library. According to him, he has something very important to report to you."

Tom waved his hand, and the silver-white shadow disappeared like a mist before the rain.He glanced sideways at Owen: "What's your expression?"

"It's nothing. I just—" Owen opened his mouth, "I just don't think the image of the snow wolf fits well with Abraxas. I thought it should be some kind of mysterious invertebrate...I'm sorry," he whispered He muttered, "But I really always thought that Abraxas might have had some kind of cartilage spell when he was a child..."

Tom chuckled, and when Owen finished muttering, he suddenly said, "I thought you wanted to ask something about Benjamin."

"Well said," said Owen, squinting at Tom. "That's the truth. Why, it's finally time for you to confess to me?"

Tom twisted his lips narrowly: "I think—" he drew his tone slowly, "it's probably almost here."

Another rainy day is coming.Before the short grass was overwhelmed by the gust of wind again, the two figures on the wasteland suddenly disappeared into nothingness.

79 A Three-person Secret Talk

In the library of Malfoy Manor, in the tall maroon bookcase, there are a few books whispering.Those whispering voices were almost indistinguishable, they were generally complaining that the arrangement was so crowded that the bronzing on their bodies would be rubbed off.

However, these small voices, which were already very quiet, quickly disappeared.When the young man in the black traveling cloak who was standing in front of the desk walked towards the bookcase, the library immediately became quiet.He stood in front of the bookshelf for a while, leaning his neck forward slightly, as if carefully reading the titles on the spine of each book.He was so deliberate that he seemed absent-minded--as people usually do when they are bored and waiting for someone or something.

After another 5 minutes, this bored young man had already browsed through the titles of half of the bookshelf, he curled his lips, and decided to take out a book from it to have a look.However, on the bookshelf facing him, all the books were crowded together, as if none of them were willing to be selected by him.They murmur, the pages rub against each other, making a tiny rustle—

Suddenly, the door of the library opened.

The books were immediately arranged neatly one by one, and the funny little voices disappeared.The young man straightened up immediately, and looking back, his cloak hat had slipped off.

A witch in a light blue robe stood at the door and looked at him.This is a slender and beautiful lady, she has curly long black hair that turns blue and a pair of clear eyes, but the expression on her pale face is very cold, as if she is repelling people thousands of miles away.

"Good afternoon," the young man smiled and said politely, "Long time no see, Lucretia."

"—it's Mrs. Malfoy, actually." Lucretia said flatly, "Good afternoon, Benjamin. I think you'll have to wait a little longer, he'll be here soon."

"Okay. I understand, it will take a while to get from Hogwarts—"

"If possible, I would ask you not to touch the books on the shelf. Some of them have been given a special protective spell, and turning them without consent will cause some trouble."

Benjamin let out a long "oh", blinked slowly, seemed not to care about it, and at the same time took two steps back indifferently: "Sorry, I was just attracted by a few book titles. By the way Come back, there are really quite a few very rare ones here—”

"Do you need tea?"

Benjamin paused. He paused for three seconds: "No." He said curtly, giving Lucretia a deep look. "I don't think so. Thanks, Lucretia."

"—it's Mrs. Malfoy." Lucretia said calmly, "I noticed that your hair has become shorter." She couldn't help frowning, because the brown-haired youth in front of her was almost as slow as a shadow in her memory. Slowly overlapping—but this was only for a moment, and soon, the two figures separated.

"Oh," beckoned Benjamin, who was still smiling, and looked particularly cheerful in contrast to Lucretia's expression, "it's more convenient. You know there's a charm or two that's very useful... Well, if If I was sent to do something," he brushed the ends of his shortened hair, which stuck behind his ears somewhat disobediently, "the long hair is too much of a hindrance."

Lucretia nodded noncommittally, and she was about to turn around to leave, but Benjamin called her suddenly: "Sorry," he gave a short laugh, as if he was probing, "I hope it's not too offensive, Lucretia, But you are not willing to stand here and talk to me today because I cut my hair short, right?"

Outside the opened door, there was a sudden noise in the corridor, and the voice of Abraxas speaking in a low voice could be faintly heard.Lucretia turned her head to listen to the movement there, as if she didn't hear what Benjamin just said.

It was a while before she answered.

"Of course not. In fact, it makes almost no difference to me—for the last time, please address me as Mrs. Malfoy." Lucretia gave Benjamin one last look, "I think they're coming, if you need them, Ke Reese will bring tea later." She nodded politely and distantly, and walked out without looking back.

The door of the library was ajar, and the sound of footsteps was getting closer.Benjamin cleared his throat, adjusted the collar of his traveling cloak slightly—

The door opened.A tall, thin man in a black robe walked in with great strides.His black hair was disheveled, a few strands hanging down over a forehead as white as marble.Benjamin blinked quickly, and he walked forward two quick steps, the smile that was often on his face was suppressed, he looked respectful and cautious, but his extraordinarily bright brown eyes showed that he was really serious at the moment It was a pleasure to see the visitor.

Tom passed Benjamin, as if not noticing Benjamin's shortened hair.He took off his black cloak and threw it aside, asking at the same time, "How is it?"

Benjamin opened his mouth, but no sound came out.He froze slightly invisibly as he saw another person enter the library.

—Of course he knew the man.It was a student who should have been at Hogwarts at this very moment.

However, Benjamin quickly reacted: "Long time no see, Owen. The weather is not very good, is it?"

Inexplicably, under Benjamin's gaze, Owen felt a little embarrassed. He hadn't gotten rid of the weird feeling of talking to another self in front of the mirror, but he responded with a polite smile: "It's really gloomy, which makes people uncomfortable. Looks like one downpour wasn't enough—"

However, the black-haired man who was already sitting behind a large desk interrupted Owen impatiently: "You want to stand at the door for eternity? Come in."

Owen glanced at him helplessly and uncertainly: "If you have other important matters, you really don't have to—"

"It's not like you," Tom twisted the corners of his mouth mockingly. "Come on, don't hold back, I know how difficult it is for you to control your curiosity. Come in, and close the door."

Owen took a closer look at Tom's expression, made sure that the man wasn't talking sarcasm, and decided he'd better do what Tom said.After closing the door, he looked back at Tom, who tickled him.Owen pointed to himself suspiciously, narrowing his eyes, meaning: ——You asked me to go over?

He was answered with a smug smirk: not bad at all.

Owen wondered suspiciously what the man was up to. He cautiously approached the desk step by step, and finally stood still two feet away from the edge of the desk.No one noticed that Benjamin, who was blocked by Owen at this moment, raised his eyebrows quickly.

The faint smile on Tom's face made Owen vigilant from head to toe, but unexpectedly, the nasty man just waved his hand lazily: "I said, I don't plan to hide anything from you anymore, I promise It is effective." He pointed to the bookcase and said slowly, "But of course, you can choose not to listen, and I will explain it to you afterwards."

Owen swallowed, and said dryly: "...I understand. Undoubtedly, the latter option is more suitable for me-I want a complete explanation without any concealment."

"Approval requested."

"..."

"Now you have other things to do," Tom waved his wand, and a thick black hardcover book jumped out of the bookshelf and flew towards Owen, who quickly caught it with his head turned, "I recommend this one. Not bad Your library, thanks Abraxas, you should make the most of it—we can start new readings soon."

"..."

Spontaneously, Owen switched himself into "I am the invisible man" mode, sinking completely into the circular sofa on one side.Benjamin coughed twice and walked to the desk. Tom nodded to him: "How is it?"

"Everything is stable now, Master." Benjamin replied in a low voice, "Penster has been removed from office, but has been exempted by the Wizengamot... The new Director of Magical Law Enforcement is Nicaria Ryant, and we are trying to Gradually control him..."

Both spoke at a low and fast pace, as if letting go of the unclear wizard radio hookup, and Owen sat on the sofa, slowly turning the pages of the book.Those obscure incantations and explanations soon made his eyes watery, and he unconsciously browsed the densely packed letters, as if they were jumping, rolling, spinning, and blurring on the yellowed pages...

——Almighty Merlin!Professor Voldemort has good taste... no, that one is no longer a professor.Tom clearly knew that he hated the Charms class—the ancient spells, the history of the origin of spells, and the innovation of spells, all of which Owen found extremely boring...

He blinked hard, trying to make the small words clear, and finally, a word suddenly jumped into his eyes: "Horcrux".

Like a bolt of lightning suddenly slashing into his brain, Owen jerked out of his chaotic lethargy, and the book slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.Although there was a thick layer of soft carpet, there was still a muffled "bang".

Owen shook his head, and immediately bowed to pick it up.The book lay on the ground, making dissatisfied, hoarse groans and grinning sounds.After Owen finally put it back on his lap, he hurriedly found the page just now—it was not easy, considering that he was almost in a semi-comatose state of drowsiness a moment ago—the original line The words just read: "About the extremely evil magic of the Horcrux, I will not go into details here."

Owen blinked. At this moment, he realized belatedly that there was no sound in the entire library.

At the desk, the two people sitting and standing turned their heads and looked at him silently.

"You..." Owen touched his nose, "Are you done talking?"

Benjamin raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly. For some reason, that smile made Owen feel uncomfortable.

"If you guys have anything to say, I'll apply for a different book," Owen turned to Tom, who patted the thick black book that was still humming, with a dark cover, title, author, date of publication—no Any notation, "Look, this one doesn't even have a title."

"So, after you've been flipping through it for nearly three or ten minutes," snorted Tom, "you notice it doesn't have a name at all? I'm so relieved."

"Come on, I'm out of school..." Owen muttered under his breath, noticing that Benjamin was smiling again, no doubt a bit disapproving in that smile.Owen shrugged, "Oh, I know this doesn't quite comply with the "Code", but it doesn't matter, anyway, it seems that I have seriously violated the school rules, and I will also be expelled—"

"Probably not, you will definitely have a chance to finish your seventh grade." Tom said casually, "There is no punishment in the school rules for students who are abducted from school."

Owen laughed mockingly: "But there must be punishment for students who kidnap professors out of school."

"Sorry to disappoint you - I resigned before you rudely pulled me away from you today."

"Oh—" Owen held up the thick book, "then you still make me read this, 'sir'? Don't tell me this is homework."

Tom raised his eyebrows and looked at Owen arrogantly for a while. After a while, he said softly, "Great. We'll talk about it later." He turned his head to look at Benjamin, tapped his left knuckles on the table, "Good job Now that the candidate for the acting minister has been established, we must be careful how to approach our friend Ryant with him... But in short, we will have news before the end of this week."

"Yes," Benjamin paused, then bowed, "Master."

The black-haired man behind the desk nodded, his deep voice was like a whisper: "You have never let me down, I hope this time will be the same as before...Okay, let's go back."

For some reason, Benjamin pursed his lips, and his cheeks had a blue-gray color that had been damaged by frost in a rainy day.He raised his head and gave Tom a dead look, as if he wanted to say something.However, in just a split second, the words he was about to blurt out faded away like the gray on his face.He's back to normal.

The brown-haired young man put on the cap of his cloak again, bowed vaguely, glanced at Owen one last time, and strode out.

Soon, the footsteps in the corridor disappeared, and the library fell into silence.

80 A Truth Finally Revealed

Owen still held the thick book in his hand, and he stared at the door of the library that was not fully closed.After a while, he turned to look at Tom.From this angle, Owen could only see the side face of the man like a Greek sculpture. Tom lowered his eyelashes, and a thoughtful stern look enveloped his pale and handsome face.

Owen thought for a while, then suddenly turned his head and said, "Benjamin..."

Tom turned his face suddenly, with a pale and slender hand resting on his chin: "What?"

"You clearly know what I want to say," Owen narrowed his eyes, staring at the half-hidden door of the library, "it's impossible for you not to see it yourself."

Tom supported his forehead, his face was expressionless, but Owen saw his slender fingers tapping on the table.After a while, Owen heard him speak lightly: "We'll start now. Soon, you'll know everything you want to know—turn the book in your hand to page 320."

Owen did as he did, however—he looked up at Tom suspiciously: "This is a blank page, only the chapter name of the next chapter is written."

Tom didn't laugh--as was his custom, of course, he would have laughed at Owen bitterly before he got to the point of the book, but he didn't this time.Tom frowned and waved his wand, like a gust of wind blowing into the library, the heavy black book in Owen's hand suddenly began to flip.

The book screamed, the pages slapping each other, but Owen found that no matter how it turned the pages, the page numbers in the corners remained the same.Now the whole book seems to have turned into a blank page 320. Owen is getting closer and closer to the writing, and the raised paper almost touches his nose——

A black vortex opened in the center of the book, and the surroundings suddenly darkened.

The prismatic glass windows disappeared together with the gloomy but still bright sky outside the windows.

This wasn't Malfoy Manor, nor did it appear to be anywhere else.It's not like day, nor is it night.Surrounded by a chaotic dark color, Owen stood there, and the world seemed to spread out from the place where he stood as the center, without boundaries.

He wasn't worried about any danger here, but he really didn't know what Tom was going to do.Owen looked around uncertainly for a while, and finally, some blurry images appeared in front of him. They swayed, emerged from the thin air, and gradually became more and more within reach.

A figure stood in front of Owen, erratic, like a long-drawn dementor.In a misty mist, the slender shadow waved his magic wand, and the sound of something breaking was heard, and a hexagonal altar rose out of nowhere from the ground.

Owen narrowed his eyes, and looked at the objects on the table calmly - there seemed to be a thin layer of mist in front of him, and he could only see the broken, human-shaped limbs...

Owen took two steps back unconsciously, staring intently at the image in front of him.Suddenly, it seemed that someone poured some liquid onto the altar——"Boom", it continued to rise and sink, and turned into a huge crucible!The boiling liquid was bubbling and rolling there, shining an eerie, blinding white light!

The white light illuminated everything around him like day, and although it was quickly swallowed up by velvety darkness as it spread farther, much of the world remained shrouded in mystery, but Owen finally saw clearly The first scene: the person standing in front of the huge cauldron, staring solemnly at the tumbling liquid—is Tom.

This is undoubtedly not the current Tom, but it is not the one in Owen's memory when he was a teenager-Owen was surprised to find that this Tom was terribly thin, almost skeletal, which made his tall figure look even crumbling.He wasn't slovenly, only his curly black hair was slightly disheveled, but he looked like he hadn't slept in a week.A frightening flush appeared on his morbidly pale cheeks, and he was somewhat distraught, but his eyes seemed to be burning with blazing fire.

Owen couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly, he couldn't help but want to step forward and reach out to touch this Tom, he even raised his arm, but he didn't do anything in the end - there is no doubt that these are phantom.

Tom stared at the cauldron intently, and finally, clouds of hazy white mist rose from there, just like Aphrodite was born on the sea-sorry, Owen knew that this analogy might not be very appropriate, but he still controlled it. I couldn't help thinking of it like this—a figure rose from the cauldron.That's not quite right, it's actually a body.Naked like a newborn baby, the slender carcass of a young man, wrapped in long dark chestnut hair, rose higher and higher above the cauldron——

——Owen pressed his lips tightly, and took two steps back uncontrollably!This body, this body is all too familiar to him, it is——

It's a perfect work, but it doesn't seem to be called a "person" yet. There is only a deep dullness in that beautiful face, and there is a hollowness in the brown eyes.

Owen turned his gaze to Tom, who was staring at the cauldron just now—he became more and more suspicious that this might just be Tom's dream, or his fantasy.Probably because of being in this illusory world, everything has become unconventional. All in all, Owen has never seen such a mixed expression on Tom's face.

Tom's left cheek was convulsed, and he looked as if he thought the sight was both expected and unexpected; It also seemed to want to run away in a panic.But he was Tom Riddle after all. Owen saw him stagger a step, his tall and thin body shook slightly, and finally he calmly stood still on the spot.

Owen's heartbeat speeded up inexplicably, he opened his mouth, but as if someone was choking his throat, he only made some meaningless small sounds.Slowly the morbid flush faded from Tom's cheeks, and a terrible pallor came over him again, and the dark eyes, which had been dark, were now blood-red.

Finally, Tom seemed determined, and when he walked towards the body above the cauldron step by step, Owen finally yelled at him unbearably: "Look at Merlin—open your eyes and look at Tom Riddle! Then It's not Billy Stubbs--that's not me! You big--"

Owen didn't finish the sentence.A cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears, like a ghost coming out of nowhere: "Of course I know he's not you."

Owen turned his head sharply, so fast that even his neck, which had been stiff from not turning for a long time, made an ominous click.He gritted his teeth and stared at the man standing beside him——

When the real Tom Riddle appeared beside Owen, everything in the fantasy world disappeared without a trace.The altar, the cauldron, the spinning wooden body, the handsome but thin young man in black robe... everything was gradually elongated and blurred, and finally completely merged into the velvet-like darkness.

"...so," Owen finally managed to regain his voice after a lot of effort. There was silence around him, only his panting could be heard clearly, "that's how... Benjamin came here."

A slender black-robed man stood beside Owen with his hands behind his back, his face not much prettier than the phantom of Tom who had just disappeared: "I told you, I know he's not you." He said quickly, with a rare eagerness, but There is also some undeniable arbitrariness, "I never thought of treating him as you."

"—but you made him anyway."

Very rarely, Tom did not refute Owen's words, but his extremely pale face began to faintly turn blue.After a while, he said softly, "You're right, I did that."

"Then his..." Owen cleared his hoarse voice, "then his soul—"

It's weird, Tom's voice became hoarse, and he stared at Owen closely, as if he didn't intend to let go of any subtle expression on Owen's face: "Putting together—if it can be split, it can be pieced together. Use different pieces, from Gathered around, I've been looking for a long time. I've crafted some memories, from your perspective... and glued them together—"

"Wonderful," Owen couldn't see any expression on his face. He gave a short chuckle and subconsciously said, "You're a genius."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone grabbed his shoulder and turned around immediately!Tom stared straight into Owen's eyes, and hissed like a snake through his teeth: "To be fair, Owen Scho—that's the fifth year since you disappeared without a word, There's nothing...I can't find anything!" He snorted coldly and said through gritted teeth, "Hope—to me, there is no word more hateful than 'hope' in the world! Hope is a swamp The will-o'-the-wisp ignited by the dead spirits leads people to hell."

It was dark all around, more terrifying than the darkest night, in which only Tom's eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Want to know what hell is, Owen Scot?" the dark-haired man holding Owen tightly said in a low voice, "go to those days when I have been in the past twenty years-where, Every minute, every second, the devil is with you."

Tom's voice was getting deeper and deeper, and at the same time, there was a sudden gust of wind in the dark illusion, and Owen felt dizzy and dizzy swept over him.Spinning, spinning... The thin air squeezed his lung ducts and throat, making him feel sick!

——Suddenly, it seemed that a hand suddenly pulled Owen out of the black vortex!

Everything is gone.

...a golden thread.

In front of Owen's eyes, a golden thread is wrapped around the stems and leaves of exotic flowers-as far as the eye can see, it is a magnificent silk tapestry.A candle holder hangs on the wall a little further away.

The diamond-shaped glass window and the gray sky outside the window reappeared. This is the library of Malfoy Manor