Fail Demon King

.Owen blinked drowsily, unaware that the thick black book that should have been in his hands had fallen on the carpet, and the pages were opening and closing, hissing and cursing.All he could feel was Tom's still tight grip on his arm, hot in the palm of his hand.

"—so," said Owen dryly, "you hid your memory in this book?"

After a while, Tom answered Owen: "It's recorded in this book—not only my memory, but also some profound magic." Conceit said, "These records are necessary: ​​no one has gone as far as I have on this road."

Owen took out his wand from his pocket and waved it. The thick book flew up and shook the dust in the air, then returned to the bookshelf automatically: "—and then you put a protective spell on it and put it in Malfoy's house?"

Tom snorted noncommittally.

Owen was also silent.They stood facing each other like two stiff statues.After an unknown amount of time, Tom finally let go of the hand that was holding Owen's arm. The simple action of letting go of his knuckles took him a lot of strength and time. Finally, at the last moment, he quickly withdrew his hand and backed away abruptly. A big step.

Owen looked at Tom suspiciously. The tall man raised his jaw, looked down at him, and said expressionlessly: "Now you know everything. But no matter what, I won't allow you to go back to Hogwarts—— I gave you a choice, now you don't have a chance.

81 A Wet Owl

Things seem a little weird - where did they just talk about?Back to Hogwarts?

Owen reacted for a while before he understood what Tom was talking about. He paused and let out a long sigh with mixed feelings: "I said," he stepped forward and said slowly, "Who gave you the idea?" , makes you think I'm going back to Hogwarts?"

Owen took another step closer, and without waiting for Tom's answer, he suddenly stretched out his arms, pulled Tom's shoulders and hugged him.Merlin, this man was as stiff as a marble column, and his icy cheeks looked like something like that.

"Since when did you start making mistakes when you were trying to see through me?" Owen didn't hesitate much, thinking now he could take the opportunity to ruffle Tom's hair, which he did.Great, the hugged man wasn't struggling - although Tom was obviously not entirely happy with Owen's actions, he was just grunting dryly after all.

"Frankly, I don't like what you're doing—it's torture for at least three people," said Owen, furtively trying to twist a lock of hair at the back of Tom's head around his fingers, "but Whether you like it or not is another matter..." He sighed lightly, "I think I can understand... If you disappeared for 20 years, Merlin, it would be terrible..."

The answer to Owen was a hug that was so tight that it almost strangled his ribs, but this terrifying force was quickly restrained.Owen patted the tall man's tense shoulders reassuringly: "The only thing that worries me is what Benjamin himself thinks...Obviously, he has some special feelings for you—"

Owen heard Tom snort, but he didn't intend to give the man who had grown accustomed to sarcasm a chance to speak: "Don't rush to retort," he continued, "Listen to me—he has something special about you. Emotion, and there's no way you can't see that. Well, I guess you never responded to him—and you regretted it pretty quickly after creating him."

The proud Dark Lord finally seized the opportunity, and Tom sneered restlessly: "Great, Owen, not a bad idea. You can always surprise me with so many unrealistic ideas, when will I find out?" Where is the limit of your imagination?"

"Come on," Owen didn't care at all, he was used to it long ago: this man is like this, even if he regrets the beginning, he will never show weakness-a headache-provoking temper, but what can be done? "Come on," he said again, "Save your sharp bullshit for the others, Tom. But don't take me for them—they haven't shared a room with you."

"I don't think you're quite sure what you're saying," some said evasively. "In fact we have a further intimacy."

"...call it what you want. But anyway, bet everything I can," said Owen firmly. "I know you regret it—or you sense you must—but you still send He went to spy on Pence, and you deliberately arranged him as a line of defense, may I understand this as the last test?"

The man didn't answer, but Owen felt him rubbing his neck every now and then.

After a while, Tom said flatly: "Do you want to let me go? You must be tired standing on tiptoe."

"Actually, you're not as tall as I thought," Owen raised his eyebrows sarcastically, "and I'm sure I can hold on for a while."

"great."

"Something's been messing around in my head. Thanks for the confession, Tom, but I think it's going to take me a while to process it."

"That's probably going to take quite a while," said Tom slowly. "Your bowels have never been very good."

"By 'digest' I mean use the brain."

"Unfortunately, it could only get worse."

"Now you're getting carried away again, aren't you?" Owen gave Tom a final slap on the shoulder, and then let go of the marble pillar—to be honest, he did feel his ankle sore, "I haven't done it yet." Final sentence, Tom, and you're not really pardoned." He smiled, and turned and strode toward the door, "But we can leave that matter for later—see you at supper."

Owen opened the door of the library and went out. A familiar figure in the corridor was about to go down the spiral staircase. He stopped her: "Hey, Liu Di! Wait, old man—"

Mrs. Malfoy stopped, raised her eyebrows, and looked at Owen with a half-smile: "For Merlin's sake, don't call me that."

Owen shrugged and walked towards her: "I want to invite you to take a walk in the garden before dinner."

"Sounds good," said Lucretia, with the corners of her lips curled up, as she took Owen's arm and said in her haughty, teasing tone, "then we'd better go. Really, you should look back—your One is standing in the library, wishing to push me down the stairs with his eyes."

Owen glanced at Lucretia helplessly, and walked downstairs with her on his arm.At the same time as they walked towards the back garden, several people wearing black traveling cloaks and whose faces could not be seen were coming out of a heavy wooden door. Traces left by Floo powder travel.

The moon was very round that night, shining like a reflective silver disk.

For a few moments, Owen even believed that even if he extinguished the candle on the wall, he could still read the words on the book in his hand.Alone in the room, Victor was sent to deliver a letter to the Sko family.The little owl was having a hard time flying——Owen couldn't restrain a certain guilt of leaving without saying goodbye. To be honest, he was more worried about Levins who "lost his brother", so the length of this letter from home was greatly lengthened.

Out of etiquette, Lucretia still asked Chris to prepare two rooms for Owen and Tom. "But I don't care how you plan to stay," she said in the lounge, putting down the glass in her hand, and said good night to Owen at the end, "Go to bed early, Owen, I think they may not come until midnight." will end."

The "they" Lucretia was referring to were none other than Tom, Abraxas, and the group of visitors in black traveling cloaks.After her and Owen's walk was over, they met the guests in full view at the dinner table.

Owen speculated that something was not going well, because Tom's face was calm but gloomy.He wondered if Tom had lost his temper in the library, but none of the distant guests seemed to have the appetite to touch the food in front of them.Plates of veal steak roasted with fennel were brought home untouched, and the house-elf in charge of cooking today must be sad.

The air on the dining table froze, only a small sound from the end of the long table.The hands of a man with a flat nose were trembling slightly. He barely raised his head, but the knife and fork kept hitting the plate uncontrollably, making impolite noises.The other man sitting next to him was as thin as a mummy, with a gray face and a respectful expression. He kept apologizing for his constant coughing, and sipped from time to time the tuberculosis medicine he carried, which was said to be very effective.

All in all, Owen had a rather absent-minded evening.

The moonlight slowly faded away, and it began to rain again outside the window.A clock ticked in the room, candles flickered, the colors of the tapestry gradually dissolved into split spots, the patterns on the walls and the letters on the pages became more and more illusory and blurred—

A candle, thick with tears, was shaken at last, and the wick went out.

Owen jerked his head down a bit, his upper and lower teeth biting hard to the tip of his tongue.With a "sizzling" sound, he barely broke free from the vortex of sleepiness, and found that the "Battle of the Ancient Goblins" that he was holding in his hand had already been closed and fell on the side of the warm quilt.

It was almost twelve o'clock at midnight, and Owen glanced at his watch in a daze, and began to seriously consider whether he should just put out the candles and go to sleep.Clearly, Lucretia's arrangement of the room was prescient - the Dark Lord's secret meeting was probably not over yet, and there was a good chance that Tom wouldn't be back in the room to sleep at all tonight.

Of course, that man might also walk in quietly in the early hours of the morning, change into his dressing gown without a sound, and pretend that he came back in the dead of night, with a nonchalant face—just like he used to do when he was a teenager like that.Then Owen would stop pretending to be asleep and exchange a tacit greeting with Tom—seems like a pretty good morning, doesn't it?

That's not the case - to hell with Merlin!

Owen dropped the book on the bed, nearly knocking his wand off.He flicked his wand, extinguished the candle, and pressed it under the pillow.He had no intention of sitting on the bed until dawn, especially with such a sleepy book in his hands, it would be ridiculous.His only sensible choice is to sleep as soon as possible-at least lie down, so that it is convenient to make an illusion of "I'm asleep" for a while.

Holding on to this idea, he fell down without much hesitation.The sound of the rain outside the window, the smoldering flame in the fireplace and the clean, soft pillow with a little rosemary scent... All these quickly made him drowsy again, but——

"Bang bang"!

Owen looked up from the bed in doubt, the surroundings were quiet, and he couldn't find the source of the weird sound.He listened intently, and after a few seconds—

"Bang-bang bang"!

This time he was sure.

Owen jumped out of bed, and walked to the window in twos and threes—it was really weird to see the moonlight in the dark rainy night, the moonlight must be too bright tonight, even unwilling to be covered by the dark clouds—— He quickly identified the source of the noise: a wet, furry mass banging against the window.

Merlin, that's an owl!

Owen opened the window, and the cold rain poured in through a crack, making him shiver uncontrollably.The embarrassed owl stumbled into it, and it seemed that it was too cold.Seeing this poor guy's appearance, Owen couldn't help but worry about Victor who was sent out to deliver the letter in the evening, and hoped that he had already flown out of this dark cloud and didn't catch up with this night rain.

Owen hugged the wet owl to the fireplace. The guy fluttered its wings without even making a "chirp". It didn't look like the noisy Victor at all.He looked at what the owl had brought - he had just casually placed it on the bedside - the light in the bedroom was dim, and he could only vaguely see that it was a square package.

—Who would send such a thing on such a night?

Owen wondered if the owl flew in the wrong direction. These reliable messengers would occasionally make small mistakes. In such a rainy day, such mistakes are especially forgivable.

He put the package aside indifferently, intending to go back to sleep.However, the owl, who was still warming up by the fireplace just now, suddenly flew up and threw the package on his quilt reluctantly.Owen raised his head strangely, and stared at its sharp round eyes for a while, feeling a little bewildered by the messenger's persistence.

The wet package made water stains on the quilt, and Owen lowered his head helplessly, ready to unpack it in compromise.Seeing this, the owl flew back to the fireplace with satisfaction.

The package was opened - no addressee, no letter, no note - not a word, just a blank envelope inside.This mysterious package finally aroused Owen's curiosity. He was about to open the envelope, but a very faint smell suddenly stopped him subconsciously—a fishy smell that was almost imperceptible, with a little confusion The aroma of this strange, mixed smell quickly dissipated in the warm room.

The rain was still pattering down, and there was no sound at all around - but Owen's nerves suddenly tensed up!

He attended Hogwarts three times, and he was finally a good student who did not disappoint Slughorn - the smell was not easy to distinguish, but it did not bother him: Spearhead Viper Fang and Mandela The crushed powder of the grass rhizome is mixed to create a powerful inhalational narcotic hallucinogen!

82 A Chaotic and Fierce Battle

On a dark rainy night, the sound of raindrops falling outside the window gradually became denser, but every sound was clearly audible.Owen sat stiffly on the bed with his back straight. He could even hear the difference between the sound of raindrops falling on the soil of the flower garden under the window and the sound of slanting on the stone wall of the mansion.Of course, all of this may be an illusion created by his tight nerves allowing his pinna to collect all the sounds.

But the package he was holding was real—and so was the danger that was at hand.

The wet owl stood by the fireplace and never combed its feathers. Its big cat-like, round and sharp eyes were always looking directly at Owen who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Owen pretended to be nonchalant and leaned against the pillow behind him.In fact he felt as if his joints were frozen, and he was a little worried that they would give away a revealing rattle that would betray his inner vigilance.But things went well, and he managed to lean against the pillow with a lazy look, one hand was still tossing and turning pretending to check the package, and the other hand was already quietly stretching under the pillow—his wand was over there.

In the darkness, only the two big eyes on the opposite side of Owen were shining, like two gloomy round mirrors - the owl has been watching him.Owen blinked rapidly, examining the blank envelope with interest.Some light-colored fine powder had already leaked out of it, and Owen brought it close to his nose indifferently, apparently sniffing it carefully, but in fact he was holding his breath tightly——

After a while, he fell heavily on the pillow, still clutching the envelope in his left hand, while secretly pinching the wand under the pillow with his right hand.

Owen felt like it had been a long time since he had pretended to be stunned—though it might not have been that long, at least it felt.He just fell backwards in a cross-legged position, and this must be the only flaw in his perfect acting: after a while, he felt his ankles go numb.However, he couldn't move, and he still couldn't figure out what someone was trying to do in a daze.

In the darkness, Owen could only slightly open the extremely limited gap of his eyelids and observe carefully.But his dim eyes could only glimpse the dim fire in the fireplace and the owl still watching him, but otherwise, everything was still and quiet.

I don’t know how long it took, and Owen regretted it—maybe he should have rushed out the door, someone sent him hallucinogens, which is not a good sign anyway—and what about Tom?where is tom

At least he hadn't forgotten the weird owl, and just when he finally couldn't help but want to move his legs a little bit, the big wet bird in front of the fireplace disappeared.A black figure seemed to grow out of the floor suddenly, standing at the foot of the bed, blocking the fire in the fireplace.

Ha, that's great - Owen thought with relief, silently clenching his wand tightly.Of course, at the same time he was still trying to keep his dazed, sluggish expression unchanged, which was not an easy task, but it was manageable at last——

An Animagus manifests.

The dark figure was a man of medium height, neither tall nor short, and his wet cloak was dripping with water.If Owen could see his expression in the dark bedroom, he would understand that the two of them were equally disturbed at this moment.

The man drew out his wand, pointed at Owen, and walked silently towards the bedside step by step.It was unlucky to perform such a task on such a night, the rain made his owl's wings heavier than ever, and his arms were sore, even after half a day by the fire. Rest completely, otherwise his hand holding the wand would never have trembled slightly.

He was still cautiously approaching the head of the bed step by step—maybe such caution was not necessary, as far as he knew, the person lying on this bed was just a young student who had been stunned by a powerful hallucinogen.He'd better not cast any spells, because the only thing he needs to do is to take the boy away from the bed as quietly as possible...don't...don't be found by the man in Malfoy Manor...

I don't know what it was because of the thought, his wrist trembled nervously - at this moment, suddenly, a white thing hit him in front of him!

With a "chiss", a green light shot out from his wand, hitting it—"hiss!"Something was pierced through with a "poof", and then fell apart, and white powder fluttered down from the air!

--Oops!He groaned inwardly, the extreme fear of that Dark Lord made his movements extremely agile, he held his breath, and a spell made those damned hallucinogens be cleaned up in an instant, in that burst of white In the mist, he saw a shadow jumping off the bed—with only this momentary delay, a red light had already shot from the right side of the bed!

"Whoosh"!His wand flew up and hit the ceiling high - there was no chance to react, and the next second, another red light flew - "Bang"!

The door was bounced open by a force, and a white light shot from outside the door!The hapless Animagus had just staggered to avoid Owen's spell, but finally did not escape the attack——

He was hit by the spell, and he flew up and hit the wall with a "bang"!Immediately after he rolled down, a tapestry slid down together, and finally covered his tired body.

Owen touched his nose and retracted his wand. He was not surprised to see a tall and thin black-haired man striding in from the door.

The man's lips were tightly pursed, and his deep black eyes seemed to be on fire. He flicked his wand casually, and the candles in the bedroom were lit again.

After roughly scanning the entire room, Tom's lips that were almost in a straight line finally loosened. He looked at Owen, and finally showed an almost invisible smile on the corner of his mouth: "Great, when I went upstairs I always thought that if I was one step late, I would see you lying unconscious on the bed."

"Thank you, Merlin, for coming just in time, Tom." Owen said angrily, and he knelt down to check the man who fell on the ground.Of course he's assured of Tom's 1 spells, but in order to avoid the cunning trick of pretending to be stunned by this man like him just now—but it doesn't look like he's flying up and hitting the wall—it's better to be careful, " If you were one step later, I would be the one who knocked this guy down—and you would probably be knocked out the moment you opened the door."

Tom snorted dismissively, but he seemed quite satisfied with the sight in front of him: "Come on, don't be complacent about the occasional success. But you really made great progress in Defense Against the Dark Arts this year- —" He paused, raised his chin condescendingly, and said slowly, "Overall, Owen, you did a good job. It's really unexpected."

"—I suppose that counts as a compliment?"

"Of course it is."

After confirming that the man on the ground had fallen into a complete coma—in fact, it seemed that he would not wake up at all under Tom's pounding—Owen stood up: "Great. Next time you can say Not so forcefully roundabout.”

"Keep the suggestion, maybe it can be adopted. But before I compliment you next time—" Tom said as he strode for the cloak hanging on the coat rack, and threw it at Owen, almost covering his head "We'd better go down and have a look." He held Owen's hand firmly and strode outside.

Owen had to hurry to keep up with Tom. He raised his eyebrows and suddenly remembered something: "Where are your visitors? And... Lucretia and Abraxa What about S?"

As soon as the words came out, Owen paused.He and Tom had reached the grand staircase, two rows of wide marble steps winding symmetrically down, encircling the hall like arms——

The following scenario answered all of Owen's doubts.

Owen did not rush down the stairs at once, for Tom, standing beside him, stood motionless behind the tall marble balustrade.No one can see them hiding behind the railing upstairs, but everything below can be seen in a panoramic view.

Owen glanced sideways at the black-haired man beside him. Tom's handsome and pale face was almost completely hidden behind the shadows. He smiled at Owen with his mouth curled up—it was a confident, evil and mischievous smile, very similar to his When he was a boy, he destroyed Owen's defense countless times when playing wizard chess, and finally won the game by tricks.

Owen generally understood the general meaning of this smile: a good show, and it is determined to win.

Well, since he was sincerely invited, he'd better watch the show quietly and wait for the situation to finally reverse - Owen subconsciously touched his nose, which was really helpless.

Five people in black cloaks formed a circle, and Owen couldn't remember all of their names - he couldn't blame him, after all, these visitors only passed by the dinner table once - he only remembered that one of them was the goblin contact One is the director of the Department of Magical Transportation, and the other is responsible for supervising the Floo network.Owen was impressed by another flat-nosed man whose name or position he did not know, his wrists still trembling nervously, and his wand wobbling like the fork he kept bumping against his dinner plate.

And that extremely thin man—now he no longer coughs, and his expression is no longer respectful, and his strange smile makes his long thin face look a bit hideous.He held his wand high, facing the Malfoys in the circle: Abraxas and Lucretia.

"Come on, Abraxas, don't be like that," he said hoarsely, his manner still seeming very kind, "you know I've always had a lot of respect for the Malfoys, old, noble blood, defenders of tradition... you see , why don't you put down your wand? We just need you to go to the Ministry, no one's going to do anything to you."

Abraxas smiled politely, he didn't look nervous at all.But he was hopelessly lazy rather than composed: "I'm sorry, I'd love to believe your words—'Nobody's going to do anything to me'—but I think that pointing a wand at me The wife's face is worse than anything else."

He and Lucretia stood back to back, he clutched his wife's slender wrist under the sleeve of his robe.

Lucretia didn't say a word, she was wearing a silk moon-white pajama robe, her thick black hair had been braided before going to bed, her beautiful face looked proud and gloomy like never before.A red light suddenly hit her from obliquely in front, she didn't even turn her head, just waved her wand, easily blocked it, and finally said coldly: "I never knew that it was an honor to be the first to attack a witch. Well done, Basque, what a credit to your family."

The person who cast a spell on her just now was the flat-nosed wizard, still holding his wand tremblingly, but he couldn't help taking a step back from Lucretia's cold gaze.The mummy-like man beside him shouted at him: "Don't worry!" But it was useless, and another spell seemed to be uncontrollable from the trembling wand, which was shot at Lucretia-this time it was blocked. Abraxas.

As if for the first time in his life, the lazy smile disappeared from Abraxas's face.He frowned, as though he were too disgusted to make a sound, and his movements were almost indistinguishable, and a blinding light shot from his wand, illuminating his platinum-blond hair—” boom"!The flat-nosed man who had just attacked Lucretia was hit hard on the wrist, and a magic wand flew up with a "swish", hitting the tall crystal lamp in the hall, and there was a crisp cracking sound immediately.

In the next second, several magic wands whizzed brightly at the same time!The situation was out of control, and it took a turn for the worse. Several vague figures were shuttling and moving, and suddenly——

There was another "bang"!The flat-nosed man flew out and hit the ground hard - he was hit by both Lucretia's spell and several rebounded spells.

The leader of this group of impolite visitors—that is, the extremely thin man let out a roar, but no one could hear what he said, and everything was so superfluous in the interweaving of the spell lights.The next moment, he cursed Merlin, and finally began to wave his wand.

A fierce battle soon began in the hall!

83 A Battle Being Watched

Spells shuttled quickly in the gorgeous hall, and the lights were shining.

The rays of light of various colors collide directly, or pass by each other, making huge explosion sounds from time to time, and sparking terrifying sparks at the same time.The originally smooth floor and rich walls in the hall began to heat up and burst, and several portraits fell from the walls, uttering mournful curses.

Lucretia in a white robe is the most conspicuous among them.Her wand-waving wrist drives her wide cuffs like lotus leaves to flutter up and down. If the scene is not too thrilling, her graceful movements and postures will definitely get attention and praise.

A curse as fast as lightning suddenly flew towards Lucretia, she frowned, and leaned back extremely flexibly, Abraxas wrapped her arms around her waist just in time, but her raised braids were still Hit by the spell, scattered.The blue light passed through her beautiful hair, and hit a carving on the fireplace—"Crash!"

Abraxas's left hand was around Lucretia's waist, and Lucretia cast several spells one after another on the enemy in front of her husband. It really didn't look like a witch's spell: those thunderous lights were like splitting the sky. The lightning, with a cracking sound, hit the unlucky guy closest to her hard—the director of the Goblin Liaison Office's eyes suddenly popped out, his hair suddenly exploded, and he stood upright. When it fell, it seemed that there was still smoke behind it, and it knocked down a floor lamp with a "bang".

"Enough is enough," Lucretia said, half annoyed, half contemptuous, "For Merlin's sake, please don't break anything in my house—it will never end here, I will Claim compensation from the Ministry of Magic."

"Be fair, Luti," said Abraxas with a soft laugh, dodging Chi Chi's flying spells back and forth, flicking them away with a few armored spells from time to time so as not to hurt his wife behind him , "That lamp should actually be considered broken by you."

"Actually, of course it's me," Lucretia shot him with a sidelong glance, and pushed Abraxas's slightly curved spine against her shoulder, "but so what? This is my home—" she began As soon as he fell, he saw a spell of Abraxas being flashed by the thin man opposite, knocking down an oil painting on the wall.Lucretia raised her eyebrows, and finally added another sentence calmly, "——well, this is our home."

Owen on the second floor could hardly stand it any longer, but Tom standing beside him remained calm.Finally, he saw a death curse almost flying past Lucretia's cheek, he pulled out his wand suddenly, took advantage of his unique advantage to condescendingly aim at the person below, and cast a soundless stun spell.

—Very well, now the third man in the black cloak is down.

Owen looked at Tom with some annoyance, and whispered quickly: "I don't understand why we didn't make a move, but just here-"

However, before he finished speaking, Lucretia's voice sounded.Mrs. Malfoy didn't sound pleasant at all, and she didn't even thank Owen properly for his help: "I know you're watching, Owen! But Merlin - this isn't your time to help!"

"..."

Tom gave Owen a mocking smile.

Owen touched his nose suspiciously: "How did I offend her?"

"I thought you knew your Liutie well enough," said Tom sarcastically, and after a moment he slowed down, "Trust her, Owen, and give your mistress some respect—this is Malfoy Manor, I don't suggest that you turn to the guest. For example, if you and I are fighting side by side, do you want a third person to assist you?"

Tom spoke slowly, but not in the smooth, drawn-out voice he was accustomed to for air.There must be something else in the depths of his deep voice, and his deep eyes are looking straight at Owen without blinking, and most importantly, he is really smiling--not sneer, sneer and mocking, although it is very curved. Small, but a real smile.

Owen reacted for a long time before confirming that it was the words spoken by the descendants of Tom Riddle Voldemort Slytherin.What he meant was—of course, it is entirely possible for Tom to say these words from a linguistic point of view, but once the words "respect" and "trust" come out of Tom's dictionary, it seems a bit ridiculous.

But Merlin, those words were also genuinely pleasing.

but--

"Of course I want a third person to help," Owen asked, looking up at him strangely, "why not?"

"..."

After a while, Owen seemed to suddenly think of something. He narrowed his eyes, touched his nose, and added smoothly: "Of course, as long as that person is not Benjamin."

The face of the man next to him became quite ugly in an instant.

Before Owen could react, Tom snorted coldly and strode down the stairs past him—or it would be more appropriate to say that he floated down.Owen cursed Merlin a few times, and hurriedly followed Tom's footsteps. Having such an inconsiderate lover is simply suffering. He has already foreseen his bleak future-it is really hopeless.

When Owen took the last step, the fourth