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The individual was also stunned by Abraxas' spell and collapsed to the ground.The only enemy standing was the tall, wizened man with his long face livid, making a last-ditch effort with bombarding spells.When he saw Tom walking down the stairs, he staggered a step and almost tripped over the comatose body lying on the ground. His grim expression was finally mixed with unconcealable horror.

The last spell shot out of his wand like fireworks and exploded in the middle of the hall!

"He's running!" Owen yelled, casting an Iron Chaining Charm on the stumbling figure rushing toward the hall with extraordinary agility.At the same time, a red light shot out from Lucretia's wand——

However, none of them hit.The sickly man slammed the door open and rushed into the hall.

Owen was almost about to give chase, but he was held back by a hand.Under the large black robe, the hand looked extremely pale and slender, but extremely firm.

"Don't worry," said Tom calmly, but his low voice contained the greatest contempt and anger Owen could hear, "Aeroy Penster can't run away—" He snorted cruelly, "As a traitor, there is only one end for him."

Owen turned sharply to look at Tom: "Penster? But I've never met him, I always thought he was either some official from the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures or a Reticent Man—" Something was on his mind In a flash: a bottle of medicine for tuberculosis that was sipped at intervals... Owen stopped abruptly.

Lucretia was waving her wand to restore the collapsed and shattered objects, her movements were clean and neat, and her voice was cold: "As I said earlier, he coughed so annoyingly at the dinner table—" She stopped suddenly, raised her eyebrows and glanced at Abraxas, who was leaning on the edge of the fireplace, playing with several torn carvings with great interest.As if aware of the gaze from his wife, Abraxas stood up straight imperceptibly, showing a nonchalant smile, and casually restored the carvings to like new.

"Okay, I think I've had enough trouble tonight." Lucretia pinned her loose braids behind her ears, and she seemed to be very concerned about the fact that she was wearing a nightgown, so her face was particularly gloomy.Although her stoic and resolute look with a wand in her hand gave her a heroic beauty from her usual iciness, she didn't seem to feel the slightest pleasure from it, "I guess what's about to happen next is not suitable for a lady to be present Watch," she glanced at Owen, "my only request is, don't stain our carpet."

The Goddess of War walked upstairs calmly, and Owen really wanted to salute her slender back.He heard Tom's cold snort, and quickly looked away from his subconscious follower Lucretia—then Owen took a chance to comfort himself that Tom's dissatisfaction was not aimed at him, because in an instant, a long cry The miserable howl ran through the hall, like a strong wind sweeping from the northern continent, it came to them in an instant.

That really doesn't sound like a human voice!The renegade Punster is back, and with him are his bloodshot eyes of utter panic, his horrific hoarse screams, and—

Owen's eyes widened: "Nagini?!"

The big snake twisted around a person raised its body with a "huh", with two long fangs exposed outside its mouth, and she tightly wrapped around the wizard with protruding eyes.Owen squinted his eyes. He felt that the thin and withered body was in danger of being strangled at any moment—like a handful of dry wood. Penster’s ribs made a noise that was meaninglessly warning of danger. The strangulation was effortless.

Tom spoke softly in Parseltongue, Nagini tilted her head reluctantly, and finally let go of her prey.She spit out the letter with some grievances, then turned her head and hissed viciously at Punster, and then swam towards Owen silently.

Owen stood beside Tom. He touched the cold scales on Nagini's forehead and guessed that she must have been waiting in the dark at the door for a long time, so she deserved to be comforted and rewarded.

"Don't be sad. I promise you," he said, trying to fix his gaze on Nagini, "that man won't be very nice."

As if she connected with him, Nagini arched Owen's palm with a wide snake kiss. She looked at Owen quietly, her slender black pupils were surrounded by crystal dark yellow, and the big snake spat out docilely. Spit out the letter and stare at Owen's pajamas pocket.

There was silence in the room, only Punster who was thrown down was panting hard, Tom and Abraxas focused their eyes on him.Owen hastily reached into his pocket and rummaged for a while, then took out the head of a candy mouse—its body had been brutally chopped off by Victor earlier in the day.

Owen met Nagini's gaze guiltily, and found infinite contempt in those beautiful eyes.

The hapless former Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement lay limp on the ground, struggling from the brink of suffocation, gasping for air greedily.I don’t know if it was because of Nagini’s vigorous strangulation, his face began to swell like a balloon that was gradually inflated... Slowly, the skin melted and was reshaped, the eyes became bigger, and the cheeks bulged. The length of his body has shortened a bit, and this mummy-like body is slowly filling with flesh and blood——

The real love, Roy Pence, lost all his pretense, curled up on the ground like a shrimp, and coughed loudly—a cough that sounded much more real this time than when he was at the dinner table.

Tom watched all this condescendingly, there was no expression on his handsome face, only extremely pale.Owen, who finally appeased Nagini, tentatively tugged on his sleeve, but his hands were tightly clenched, unable to move at all.

"Yeah, ok, Roy," Tom said smoothly, as if it were an ordinary old friend meeting, and he even twisted the corners of his mouth into a smirk.The Dark Lord lowered his eyes slightly, and looked maliciously at Punster who was still struggling on the ground, "Now you look much more decent than the skinny look just now. It makes me happy to see the real you—how do you say it?" ?”

The ruthless pale face made the dark-haired man look like a nightmare from hell, and his gaze was enough to freeze the ghost place where the eternal burning fire was alive-only the palm wrapped around Owen's fingers can prove that he actually Above is a warm living person.

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84 A Vacation-Like Escape

Owen coughed dryly twice, and he noticed a delicate crystal vial rolled down under his feet—that was the potion that Punster carried with him.Obviously, this thing is not intended to cure some bloody tuberculosis.The bottle cap had fallen off during the violent toss just now, and a sticky, light brown thick slurry flowed out of the bottle.

Owen pushed the bottle away with his toes, his conjecture was verified, and he murmured softly: "Of course, compound soup..."

He turned his head to look at Tom, and with his shrewdness, he must have seen through Penster's disguise long ago.But as always, at the moment when the project was not carried to the end and was about to be completed, Tom was always tight-lipped and stingy to reveal a few words.

At this very moment, Eroy Punster was lying on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, his expression sluggish, his slicked-up hair always piled in a mess on his forehead when he appeared in the "Daily Prophet" photograph.He seemed frightened by Tom's downcast face, and a painful gasp escaped from his throat, interspersed with broken, vague words: "My... my lord... I am not..."

"What a well-thought-out plan," Tom smiled and praised slowly. "Having an Animagus come to capture Owensko is the highlight of the whole plan. The only thing I don't understand is, how do you You can be naive enough to think that a few Blocking Curses can stop a brilliant wizard, although you have combined the Imperius Curse with it quite innovatively, but—" His voice softened, and from Owen's point of view, Tom's drooping, long eyelashes cast two cold and merciless gazes, "I usually act like a mediocre fool in front of you?"

"...Of course I...Of course I know that you can break our clumsy..." Pengster said stumblingly, he collected himself, and his tone became calmer, "So we don't actually have intentions, my lord, please Believe in poor Penster..." He said pitifully and sincerely, flinching and tentatively pulling himself up a little bit, "I swear to Merlin, this is all unavoidable..."

"Excellent." Tom chuckled, flicking his wand playfully in the air, "Of course I believe you, Elroy dear - had a good show in the Daily Prophet, disguised Cheng Callisto brought a few people who used to be my favorite subordinates to Malfoy's house as guests." He left the few lifeless bodies lying on the ground and snorted, "By the way: Is old Callisto okay? Judging by the way you looked just now, he has been really skinny lately—how are you controlling him?" He still had a casual tone, as if he was talking about other people Things, "Of course, these must be unavoidable."

Next to him, Nagini spat menacingly, hissing slightly.Ponstor's eyes flickered, fear calculated, and an inaudible grunt escaped from his throat.

Owen didn't like Pengster's gaze, and he didn't like the pitiful look of that man curled up on the ground.He rubbed his nose, trying to check on the other four who were lying on the ground, but Tom still held his hand so tightly that he couldn't even try to move.

"I originally thought that your purpose tonight was only on Sco, but it seems that I was wrong-it was unexpected to cast the Imperius Curse on me and try to hold the Malfoys hostage." Tom said softly in a sinister tone, uttering snake language A general hiss, "The latter is understandable: you've been out of this side for a long time. The Director of Magical Law Enforcement, who just caused public outrage among Muggle-born wizards over the Melee Squad incident and finally stepped down, is now going to arrest two pure Blood aristocrat, whose support do you want to win? Run for the Muggle Prime Minister, Elroy, it's not safe to bet on both sides at the same time, and turning around too quickly will be too greedy."

There was another grunting gasp in Pence's throat, and he clutched his chest, and Owen reasonably guessed that his ribs were probably broken.The wand was nowhere to be seen, and the disconsolate wizard struggled in the most unfavorable circumstances, almost without luck. However, Owen was surprised to find that when he spoke again, Penster's voice was even calmer than before, and the hoarse pleading The voice seems to come from the heart:

"...I never dared to imagine that tonight... such a heinous plan could succeed, and I sincerely hope that it will fail. Now that I have got my wish, I really... dare not ask for your forgiveness." Panster took a few breaths, suddenly showing a panicked expression, and hurriedly continued, "This is not my intention, I have been hit by... the Imperius Curse, and I haven't broken free before... But in fact, I am still you Faithful servant."

Tom raised his eyebrows and looked at him noncommittally with a half-smile.Abraxas, who was standing by the side, kept pointing his wand at the poor man lying on the ground limply. At this moment, he lazily flicked the sleeves of his robe, as if he couldn't help laughing.Owen shook his head invisibly: Pence must have miscalculated.As Tom said, the former director turned around very quickly, and his sincere performance was almost believable, at least he would also produce hesitation and compassion——

The premise is that the man standing in front of him is not Tom Riddle.

Pence stared helplessly at the stern black-haired man in front of him, thinking urgently about the possibility of getting out.Time has only passed for a moment, but he has already counted for a long time: "The real traitor you are facing is not me, there is another person after me... There is another person..." He paused meaningfully , seeming to be waiting for Tom's response.

Yet Tom was still smiling, not even changing the curve of his maliciously twisted mouth.

Pengster waited for a while, then stammered and spoke again: "Of course I...of course I'd like to tell you who he is," he carefully observed Tom's expression, but he couldn't see any clues. In the end, Pengster I had no choice but to smile obsequiously, and at the same time shrank my shoulders like biting the tip of my tongue, "As long as you are willing to give me another chance to continue working for you."

- It's over.Owen touched his nose, he almost couldn't bear it for Penster.

Sure enough, Tom's face became cloudy and uncertain.He stretched out his slender pale fingers and touched the corner of his mouth, as if he was really thinking about what Pence said.Punster moved his arm as if overwhelmed, and continued to gasp for breath, his eyes flickered, and although he still looked very nervous, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Owen's hand moved uneasily in Tom's, meaning—speaking bluntly, can you stop teasing?

Tom's answer was to squeeze Owen's fingers hard—that would require mercy, and the man lying on the ground did not deserve such a handout.

When he spoke again, Tom's voice was still calm and smooth: "I really admire your courage to bargain with me, Elroy, it's not easy to do this, isn't it?"

Punster leaned back in horror and vigilance. He didn't speak, but his Adam's apple bulged and he made some hoarse grunts.

Owen sighed silently. If he was allowed to act as a translator here, Tom's words would be much easier to understand: In the definition of the Dark Lord, most words related to bravery can be directly defined as stupidity.

"This quid pro quo is indeed very tempting. I really want to know who made you suddenly backtrack, and who hid you during this period of time and instigated you to disguise yourself as Callisto and attack Malfoy Manor at night— —” Tom smiled a little viciously, and leaned slightly, “but I'm sorry, I already know that name—Benjamin.”

In an instant, Pengster's eyes burst open, widening to an almost unbelievable degree: "...Almighty Mei... Lin... You can't! Didn't see me go back... The inspection team from the Ministry of Magic is coming... "

"Thank you for the news," Tom straightened up and said, he restrained all his expressions and became extremely stern again, "I think this sentence is much more valuable."

The huge room was silent, and there was a slight tremor somewhere. A vase with cracks that had just been hit in the scuffle suddenly burst open, and the broken pieces of porcelain slipped everywhere, scattered on the carpet. Among the patterns.

Nagini was startled by the sound and suddenly raised his head and neck. Abraxas also turned his head to look. He seemed to have suddenly remembered something. He waved his wand and immediately cleaned the carpet.

At this moment, Punster suddenly jumped up from the ground, and the last outburst of will to survive made him almost forget his broken ribs, and the speed of his escape was astonishing!But it was all in vain—

"Avada Kedavra," Tom said quietly, raising his wand.

A green light hit Punster's back, and the inertia sent him falling forward—and he was dead before he fell.

Owen squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them.He heaved a sigh of relief, and then struggled to pull his fingers out of Tom's tight control. After a pause, he held the pale man's cool palm again with his backhand.

From this moment things became extra urgent.

Lucretia quickly walked down the stairs, and she glanced at the once gorgeous but now messy hall, but she didn't seem surprised by such a scene.Nagini spat out the letter, and slowly swam towards Punster's body, looking salivating, but was stopped by Owen uncompromisingly.

"—Absolutely not." Owen, who finally changed out of his pajamas, said in a word.He grabbed Nagini by the neck and threatened, just like he did when he was a kid, only it was much harder to do it now, "You know what I mean—if you do this, you won't be in the bedroom again. Don't expect I will tolerate you doing this, some people have tolerated you enough in the past."

Nagini slapped his heavy tail, spat angrily, and let out a rapid hiss.

Some of the people that Owen was talking about just strode past them, and the work of cleaning up the scene was almost done, so he took the time to translate for Owen: "She said let you go to hell, lions can eat people, then is normal."

Owen raised his eyebrows, watched Tom walk towards the hall, and at the same time waved his wand, shrinking the still relentless Nagini—well, he had to admit that this job was much more difficult than before: "It's a pity you're a snake. And - be a lady, good girl," he met small Nagini's aggrieved eyes, "give some dignity to the symbol of Slytherin."

He stretched out his wrist, wanting the little snake to swim up and coil up.However, the angry Nagini didn't appreciate it. She raised her tail and gave Owen a slap, and then quickly ran towards Tom who was standing at the door.

Owen was speechless, he watched Nagini lightly wrapped around Tom's arm, turned around and hissed and spat at him mockingly, and finally her shiny scales flashed and disappeared completely under the black cloak .The rain finally stopped in the middle of the night. Tom was looking back at Owen. He looked a little impatient, but when Owen came to him, his expression became calm again: "I thought I would wait for you until dawn —we still have a way to go, if not, I should really let you buy me a drink."

"For Merlin's sake, we're not going on vacation," Owen muttered softly, fastening his cloak, "Please act a little bit on the run..."

Apologetically, he took one last look at Abraxas and Lucretia standing at the door, only to find that Mrs. Malfoy was smiling slightly, and her eyes were gleaming with schadenfreude—that sly look clearly Say, "Good luck on your journey, Owen."

"..."

Watching the two figures disappear into the dark night side by side, Abraxas hugged Lucretia's shoulders, he smiled softly, but his tone was a bit cynical: "I think we'd better go back and clean the hall— — I don't want to labor Chris, you know, Luti, 'whoever knocks over the milk jug has to milk the cow himself'."

"I couldn't agree more with what you said," Lucretia raised her eyebrows, but she couldn't help smiling.She found Abraxas's hand and shook it firmly, "Of course I will supervise you to clean them up. Be quick - you know the Ministry of Magic inspection team is coming, the house is like this, there is no Way to entertain guests."

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85 A Late Night Visit

It was a sunny night after the rain, the dark blue sky was washed by water, and the starry sky was bright and bright.Walking out of the Malfoy mansion along the wide and imposing driveway, Tom and Owen turned into an alley.

The low branches cast whirling shadows in the shadow of the moon. The night in early spring is still very cold, and there is a cloud of white air in the breath.I don't know what insects and birds are making weird calls, the night is too quiet, like hallucinations, some vague noises seem to be born out of thin air in some dark places.

Owen rubbed his palms together, holding a cloud of white breath: "Where are we going?"

"Go to a place far away from Malfoy Manor. Using this as your headquarters is a good choice, but it's not the only choice. And as long as it's a little farther away from here, the Malfoys will be much safer." Tom replied in a low voice , he sneered and frowned slightly, "I know those people in the Ministry of Magic very well, except that they are not very smart, they are very smart people: arrogant, self-righteous, reckless rather than decisive , plus bossy and unreasonable—”

Owen choked, then raised his hand and touched his nose.He avoided the low branches, glanced at Tom's handsome profile out of the corner of his eye, and smiled to himself.

However, no matter how subtle his expression was, he couldn't hide from Tom's eyes.The black-haired man cast a contemptuous glance at Owen, turned his head and strode without looking sideways, his handsome features flickering in and out of the moonlight covered by the branches.After a while, Tom said in a drawn out voice, "I hope you didn't just put those adjectives on me."

Owen grinned: "I'm sorry—but I really can't hide anything from you." He said sorry, but the expression on his face didn't show any guilt, but he couldn't help laughing, "But of course you are not a smart person, You're a genius, and you have a fantastic pedigree, and I can totally understand why you deserve to be bossy and unreasonable."

These two ironic words of his were very successful—of course they were not completely ironic, and at least half of Owen’s sincerity was contained in them—it was just that he stumbled over the tangled thorns by the side of the road as soon as he finished speaking. Son fell headlong.Fortunately, the man next to him grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

Tom's expression was half a smile, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Owen: "Continue."

"...It's gone." Owen said dryly.He kicked the thorns that suddenly slanted out by the side of the road without a trace, and felt that he had reason to suspect that it was Tom Riddle's revenge. "Now you can tell me where you are going?"

"Leaving Wiltshire for London," said Tom curtly, "take my hand."

Owen did so, though he still didn't know where his final destination would be.To be honest, he wasn't in the mood to run away at all - presumably because the person he thought could actually create the greatest chaos in the wizarding world was standing beside him at the moment - and although the idea was rather out of place, there was nothing he could do about it.

After a squeeze-like suffocation passed, Owen opened his eyes and found them standing on the dark Muggle street.

It still looks like an old-fashioned street, and the road surface seems to be dirty.There was silence all around, and the stars were twinkling overhead. From a distance, some tall and weird buildings could be seen rising from the ground.

"Sometimes I think Muggles are really weird, don't you?" Owen vaguely remembered the Muggle complexes in the 21st century, and couldn't help whispering to Tom, "I still don't understand why they build houses like pickled pickles. Cucumber-like 1."

"That's why I said that the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Substances is the most stressful department in the Ministry of Magic," Tom sneered, and said disapprovingly, "This is not a joke at all-go this way." He pulled Owen around A bend, "Speaking of which, I thought you still remembered the way."

Tom was right, the road was so familiar that Owen was terrified.Just after the turn, there should be a roast goose shop. Before Christmas, almost everyone in the street can smell the tempting aroma; on the right hand side should be a candy store, with a wide variety of colorful candies for the gray and gray London. The streets are all dyed with a little bright color - if you look down from the upstairs windows on the opposite road, you can always see children in twos and threes reluctant to leave the window.

Owen followed Tom striding forward, and crossed to the other side of the road—a horse-drawn milk cart used to pass by here every morning—

"For the sake of Merlin's trousers, what are we doing here?" Owen asked suspiciously, "I don't think you're here—" He glanced at Tom's slightly blue face from the corner of his eye, and abruptly said "Remembrance" Childhood" swallowed the words.

Going forward, an iron gate stands in front of you.In the night, a tattered big lock was covered with dark red blood-stained rust - how could this stop the two wizards?

There was a dead silence, Tom tapped the lock with his wand, the gate opened noiselessly, and Owen followed him through the bare, dark yard.

The boxy building was in front of them, and with a wave of Tom's wand, the door opened.The dark doorway greeted them like a manticore's huge mouth, and the high fence around it was like sharp teeth.The gloomy corridor was dark, with gaps in the black and white brick grid floor, with cracks in it, like a huge and dilapidated chessboard.

The old janitor was sleeping soundly in a corner like a big dirty dog, and beside him lay a dog that had lost its color.The two caretakers, who could not be identified as older, dozed intently, oblivious to the ghostly figures that had just crossed the yard.

This place is even more dilapidated and old-fashioned than Owen's impression.

Across the hall, only one small room was lit—it was Mrs. Cole's office, her drawing room, her sitting room.She could entertain visitors and get drunk at the same time, and in fact it was a breeze for her—couldn't be easier.

The door opened with a creak, and a stooped figure came out. Mrs. Cole looked around, but there was no one under the dim light.She breathed a sigh of relief, and was going to sneak to the kitchen to get a small bottle of gin to drink—Miss August should have gone to bed, but her new cat was always running around in the middle of the night, every day. Every time it scares the old lady who wants to secretly satisfy her greed.

Mrs. Cole walked rustlingly, regretting not turning on one more lamp.Suddenly, she stopped abruptly, slightly startled on her sagging face.But she quickly shook her head and continued to stagger forward - she was almost drunk, and I'm afraid she wouldn't be more surprised if there were two more black cats in the kitchen... Black cats?

Of course there were no black cats—two black figures appeared in front of her.

"I think she thought she was dazzled..." Owen muttered softly to the tall, thin man next to him, "Merlin, in fact, I don't think my own eyes are very good in this brightness. "

"You can talk aloud—yes, she's drunk again, and she might think it's the voice of God," said Tom.He was obviously too disgusted to say anything more.

In a momentary trance, Mrs. Cole's bony face showed a look of confusion: "Who are you... It's not time for visiting guests... I don't think so? Or ...you better come with me to the office..."

Owen glanced at Tom's face, quickly took a step forward, pulled out his wand and waved at Mrs. Cole.In his impression, this is a very shrewd, even troublesome woman-of course when she is sober: "Hi, I think you forgot. You kindly invited us to--" He looked Look at your watch, "Come here to visit you at 02:30 this morning."

"...Of course." Mrs. Cole was stunned, and then said in a daze, "Of course, I'm sorry, I forgot just now. You are here to discuss the matter of incorporating this orphanage into the new welfare system... I I received your call. But why did we agree on such a weird time? Alas... I sorted out the last batch of files from 20 years ago yesterday, please come in."

She hunched over and walked back to the office.However, before she could get to the rickety desk, a red light flashed, and she suddenly fell on an old chair, making a creaking sound.

Owen held his forehead helplessly: "Merlin, Tom Riddle, I have already solved her..."

Tom smiled nonchalantly at him, raised his brows, twisted the corners of his lips, full of malice: "The Stunning Spell is more convenient than the Confusion Spell." He strode into the crowded small office, and the room suddenly became more crowded up.Owen followed in. Tom was raising his hand to turn on the lamp that was almost touching his head. The tall man snorted impatiently, "Of course, the Death Curse is more convenient than the Stunning Curse."

"Don't even think about it!" Owen snapped, and he paused, "I think I understand why you came to this damn place."

"Oh—" said Tom drawlingly, with his nonchalant annoyance again, "it's a marvel."

"I know you've always hated Muggles, of course, as a descendant of Slytherin, there's nothing wrong with that - and to be honest, I don't have much of a liking for this place either. However, Benjamin's rebellion seized on this, and Instructed Pence to backtrack in the newspapers and frame you with the murder of Muggles."

"Excellent," said Tom nonchalantly, looking up and down and tapping his wand on a stained cabinet. "You've never been a fool—go on."

"It's really not wrong to frame you like this," Owen said helplessly, "because you won't argue at all."

He'd never dare claim to know Tom Riddle, whether he was Owen Scorch or Billy Stubbs, but damn Merlin, he's sure of one thing, and that's that the world will never There was no one more proud than Tom: he hated Muggles to the core, and since he was said to be hurting Muggles, he simply did—

"That's not very clever, Owen," Tom said flatly. There was no doubt that he saw through Owen's mind again. "I didn't intend to do anything to old Cole." He glanced at it and fell down on the chair Mrs. Cole, with saliva flowing down her slightly open mouth to her chin, he frowned and turned his head away. After a while, he said disgustedly, "She's old enough, with alcoholism and a mean and violent personality. The resulting health problems would put her under a spell longer and more brutal than a spell - there's nothing I can do about it."

Owen blinked quickly, and cleared his throat in disbelief.After a while, he murmured in a low voice and asked, "Then what are you doing back here?"

With a sound of "Kala", a wine bottle on the cabinet suddenly made a strange sound.Something seemed to grow from the few drops of gin left there, growing bigger and bigger.At first it was a cloud-like, soft thing, changing shape, and slowly, it began to beat the glass bottle.At the same time, Tom finally answered Owen softly: "—to find something."

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86 some childhood toys

Following Tom's voice, the contents of the wine bottle hit the wall of the bottle more and more restlessly, making a tinkling and crisp sound.It finally took shape, and Owen took a closer look, and it turned out that it was a glass marble.

The diameter of this marble is about an inch. Logically speaking, it cannot be poured out of the bottle - I don't know what spell Tom used, Owen just blinked, the translucent pale green Glass beads have already appeared in Tom Cang