Fail Demon King

Point - go to sleep now. "

It was a two-story apartment, with a low semi-spiral staircase leading to the second floor, and heavy curtains that completely blocked out the skylight.Owen has no memory of how he climbed the stairs to find the bedroom, he must have fallen into a kind of bewildered semi-comatose state before he climbed into bed, and he doesn't even remember taking off his shoes.

When Owen woke up, it was almost evening.There was a gorgeous sunset outside the window, Owen jumped up from the bed suddenly, he broke free from a horrifying dream, and then got out from the messy quilt.

Tom's nonchalant voice was the stimulant that finally lifted Owen out of the dream: "Are you awake?"

Owen turned his head to see Tom was sitting with his back to him in the twilight, sitting at the table by the window in the bedroom, looking at something in the last rays of sunlight.For a moment, he felt a little dazed, as if he had returned to the time when they were studying at Hogwarts together many years ago.

The days in the 40s were very quiet. In my impression, Owen leaned against the head of the bed before going to bed or on weekend mornings, and he could always see Tom lying on the desk in front of the round window of the Slytherin dormitory. As a hard-working student, there is always a stack of weird spell books in front of him, as well as his notes that can become a model for teachers in various subjects, or the mysterious black-covered diary.

Owen still remembers that he always wanted to take a sneak peek at what Tom had written down, but unfortunately, some people seemed to have eyes on the back of their dark heads, and his back was straight, just blocking Owen's peeping eyes.Tom never looked back, as if he thought a glance at the boy sitting on the bed poking his head would turn him into a pillar of salt,1 but of course he always knew what Owen was thinking at the time.Sometimes he would say, "I suggest you get up and finish your less-than-half-finished paper due tomorrow."

When encountering such a situation, Owen would always touch his nose in frustration: "What class do you have tomorrow?"

"——If I remember correctly, there is Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow." It was the adult Tom who was speaking at this moment. He turned from the table and looked at Owen calmly in the afterglow of the setting sun, " You don't have to worry, even though you wrote an extremely bad paper this semester, since I have left my job, I won't give you a 'poor' impartially."

Owen was stunned for a while before realizing that he had probably unconsciously said what was in his heart.The time in memory is too tempting, but now Tom with his back to the sunset is not too much to give up-it just makes his heart beat faster.

After a while, Owen let go of his shoulders in relief, and he murmured cunningly, "Even if you're still in office, I bet you won't be so damn selfless." He stretched his neck and looked at the desk, "You're looking at What?"

With a "wow", Tom shook out a newspaper, which was a "Daily Prophet": "Look at this."

Owen frowned: "New news?"

"The news on the front page is very interesting," Tom stood up, walked to the bed, handed the newspaper to Owen, and smoothed Owen's messy brown hair, "take a look-sit tight, I don't want to see You fell off the bed."

Owen twitched the corner of his mouth, not going to talk to him at all.The headline in the newspaper was very eye-catching, but in the photo, a wizard stretched out his hand to hold the brim of his peaked hat, which made Owen's eyes widen suddenly——

Benjamin stood in the center of the photo solemnly, with the caption on it: "A Best Friend of the Past Reveals the Unknown □——The Great Man Who Wasn't Known to the Public".

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89 A magical newspaper

Punster had been killed, and the inspection team that raided Malfoy Manor last night was also in vain. Although Benjamin's actions were faintly expected, Owen was still a little surprised that the incident happened so quickly.He folded Benjamin's photo on the back casually, and read along the first line under the photo:

"Daily Prophet" Exclusive News: Special Correspondent Andrew Taylor - former friend proves that Mr. Voldemort manipulated the pure-blood party, deliberately deceived the public, tried to control the Ministry of Magic, so as to rule by power and suppress other wizards with different political views The Ministry of Magic received an anonymous letter on the 12th of this month, causing an uproar. It has now been confirmed that the letter came from Mr. Billy Stubbs, who has been a close friend with Mr. Voldemort since his student days. It is reported that he studied at Hogwarts During the period, the two were in Slytherin House, and even lived in the same dormitory..."

Owen felt a little dizzy, and he quickly scanned a few more lines: "Is the Daily Prophet crazy?" He shook the newspaper with a "crash" and turned to the inner page, "It's unbelievable that they even flipped through the pages. To my third grade report card... oh damn Merlin, I had a 'miss' that year..."

"As long as you are choked, the Daily Prophet will do its best to speak for you. You will find that the Daily Prophet has become more and more like a tabloid," Tom said plainly, standing by the bed. "Of course, there is not much difference between them. Maybe I have to admit that Benjamin does have the talent to be an Auror. Some of the details in the memory I created are quite real. No one can follow the clues better than him."

Owen was noncommittal to Tom's words. In fact, the news attitude on the "Daily Prophet" can be roughly divided into several unchanging steps. Striving to overturn the case for the Ministry of Magic - the truth is confusing, the editorial office is scrambling, and the situation is beginning to assess the situation - The Daily Prophet was right from the beginning. Said, "It turns out that we are indeed excellent 'prophets'."

This sentence was seized on by their competitors and laughed at for a while.

"—the preeminent prophets?" said The Magic Hour in an op-ed column on their page. "Don't make fun of Merlin, only the date is accurate in their paper."

Owen doubted [-]% that a commentator who could say such harsh words must usually admire Lord Voldemort, the most vicious person in the wizarding world.He continued to flip through the newspaper with some annoyance, and suddenly realized something: "Wait, Tom, you said——you created memories for Benjamin?"

"Part of the past."

Owen suddenly straightened up from the pillow, his eyes widened: "That is to say...you all--"

"Don't be stupid, of course I didn't." Tom curled his lips mockingly, "I did create a part of the memory, but it wasn't completely distortion-free, and I also wove and patched the necessary gaps in it-- You and I fought over Horcruxes, you stalked me the night Myrtle was attacked, I kissed you at the Yule Ball and what we did in the dormitory afterward will never be known by a third person in the world .”

"..."

Tom's nasty speech was so fast that Owen's "stop" got stuck in his throat and he didn't have time to say it.He held his forehead, trying to conceal the heat on his cheeks, he cleared his throat, but Tom spoke again.

"It's needlessly embarrassing, Owen, it's just you and me here—and I don't mind you watching me blush."

"...Shut up for Merlin's sake." Owen said unbearably, he paused, and finally added a word, "Please."

Tom raised his eyebrows sarcastically, but thanks to Merlin - or rather to the Dark Lord himself - he actually pursed his lips.

"Okay," Owen coughed twice, he held up the newspaper, and changed the subject at the speed of light, "Listen to this next, they quoted Benjamin's words—or the sentences in the anonymous letter, I think, this time he can Anonymous enough—'We were on good terms,' says Stubbs, 'and I'll never forget those days when we were young...'”

Owen paused, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, but it was all right, he pulled himself together, skipped two lines, and continued reading dryly: "'—I can name a few here. The names of people who were our mutual friends at that time, such as the famous Mr. Abraxas Malfoy and Mrs. Malfoy who was once a member of the Black family, and Rodolphus Lestrange and others.' Said Here, Stubbs sighs sadly, 'It pains me to admit, on objective reflection, that they've had a tendency to extreme blood fanaticism ever since, and from seventh grade onwards we've probably been hooters. The most troublesome student group in Gewozi... It is very regrettable. As I get older, I find that the narrow concept of blood is not the goal of my life value. At the same time, I also More and more guilty of conscience - I am constantly remorseful of those things I have done under my behest.'…”

"I think this is the end of the reading." Owen spread the newspaper, closed his eyes and leaned heavily on the pillow behind him. This time, even the brows of his brows twitched slightly, "You must have read it all. This is an article Serialized articles—”

Tom snorted noncommittally beside him, Owen turned his head and found that Tom had been lying down beside him at some point.The man folded his hands under the back of his head, his slightly curly black hair was spread out in front of his forehead, and he had a pale face upturned, as if looking at the ceiling in a daze.

Owen was tempted to reach out and rub the top of Tom's head--he thought he could justifiably do so--but just as his furtive hand touched the tip of Tom's hair cautiously, the man coughed softly. One sound.He immediately withdrew his hand like lightning, picked up the newspaper in a concealed manner, and looked as if nothing had happened.

"Continue to read, there are more interesting things," Tom said lazily, he half-closed his eyes lazily, as if he didn't notice Owen's intention at all, "—look at the lower left corner of No.11 edition."

Owen did as he did. He found what Tom said and looked closely. It was a report that took up a small space:

——"London is on fire this morning, suspected to be the work of wizards".

Owen glanced over a few lines of text in a hurry, and finally fixed his eyes on the last paragraph:

"...It is reported that the burnt Muggle building is an old orphanage in London that is about to close. A total of 32 Muggles were injured and 24 Muggles died, including four children. The Ministry of Magic stated that it is not sure about this matter Whether it is related to the recently abolished wizard fighting arrest warrant. The accident reversal team has been dispatched urgently, and the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee is actively active. The specific announcement will be officially released by the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters within [-] hours. According to a A Ministry of Magic official, who did not want to be named, said that the incident has been basically confirmed to be related to the dark wizard, and the Auror team will soon participate in the investigation."

"Well," Tom's deep and sweet voice rang slowly in Owen's ear, still sounding so unhurried, "isn't this something otherworldly and extremely interesting?"

Owen put down the newspaper, Benjamin's pointed hat fell off the front page, and soon, the figure in the photo disappeared without a trace.Owen thought blankly for a while, then suddenly frowned and said, "Is he... looking for a Horcrux?"

"I don't think so. He knew I hated Muggles and didn't think I'd hide things there—just to keep blaming me. There's no doubt that the future of the Daily Prophet is clear." Tom paused, and said softly with some pity, "It's just that sometimes I would rather he not be so impatient. Personally, I think the faster the plan, the more likely it is to go wrong."

"—Is this from experience?"

Tom glanced at Owen: "Good question." Tom's tone made Owen sure that the man was really sorry this time, "It's a pity, if you didn't be so anxious to stop me from setting fire to the orphanage last night, Maybe now we'll see them come up with something more elaborate - I'm sure that will be unique."

Owen choked, and glanced at Tom disapprovingly, only to find that the man who was lying comfortably on the pillow was actually smiling viciously at him.Owen touched his nose embarrassingly, turned his head and laid the pillow flat, and simply lay on the bed side by side with Tom, looking up at the ceiling together: "Did you go out during the day today?"

"Humph."

"I guess you're probably out," said Owen as if to himself, but Owen didn't mind, "where did the Daily Prophet come from? It's a bit too risky for an owl to deliver a letter to a Muggle block, Or do your robe pockets actually lead to a newsagent?"

"I went out and came back in the afternoon. I put a confusion spell on an old lady next door so she wouldn't come to water the flowers of her traveling neighbour; and I released Nagini , she'll go to Victor," said Tom casually, looking sideways at Owen, "—if our owl hadn't been impounded at your house. It's a wise idea to confess to the Scors, and it's even more unnecessary for you to worry that Levinsko will jump off the west tower of Hogwarts because of your disappearance."

If he hadn't been lying on the bed already, Owen would have fallen headfirst. He asked in a voice, "You—damn Merlin—Tom Riddle, have you read my letter?"

"Yes, I stopped Victor before he left Malfoy Manor," the nasty man admitted graciously, as if all this seemed to be taken for granted, and he was not at all ashamed, "I know you never wrote in the letter It is a good habit of casting protective spells, so I easily tampered with it in response to the problems I raised above."

"..."

Owen didn't want to say anything.Counting on the Dark Lord to repent?This is nonsense, and it couldn't be more ridiculous.

Tom lay still for a while, and suddenly said slowly, "It's getting dark again. You haven't eaten all day. Are you hungry?"

"You are hungry?"

"Pretty hungry."

"Omelette or toast? ——As agreed in advance, I can probably only make these two with the tools here." Owen was about to sit up, "Or can you allow me to use your pocket?"

But Tom suddenly grabbed Owen's hand, stopped him from getting out of bed, and said lazily, "—but I don't want to eat anything."

"..."

"Come here and lie down," the tall man with long arms and legs patted the bed next to him unquestionably, "You can sleep quietly with me for a while."

Owen dared to bet a hundred Garon Toms on purpose, and sure enough, he saw a flickering smile in those black eyes.He said extremely unwillingly: "I have slept all day..." However, he had no choice but to lie down on the bed again.

Tom had already closed his eyes, and Owen turned his head slightly, looking at the handsome side face.The man's long, upturned eyelashes and peaceful resting demeanor make him look nothing like a satanist at all, but enough to make your breath quicken—

Suddenly, Tom turned sideways, put his arms around Owen, and at the same time pressed his neck to his shoulders.

Owen felt Tom's warm lips pressing tightly against his forehead, his Adam's apple stopped, and he swallowed dryly: "...For Merlin's sake, even if you lie down, you have to prove that you are better than me. high?"

"Shut up and go to sleep." A vague voice came from Owen's forehead, it sounded lazy, but it was extremely contented, "We have other things to do tonight."

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90 An estate to call home

As dusk fell, the tall buildings dyed golden red by the setting sun were completely shrouded in black shadows, and the crowds were still bustling at the northern lecture corner of Hyde Park.In order to exaggerate the effect, quite a number of hoarse speakers dressed up in strange costumes, and the remarks about the close relationship between the depravity of the world and women's corsets are arousing a heated discussion. Pass the crowd and walk towards the quiet Hyde Park.

"You said that there is still something to do at night... that we are going out?" They were walking on the deserted path, and Owen asked suspiciously in a low voice, "We still have to take such a long detour..."

"You thought too much at one time, didn't you?" Tom smiled narrowly and looked at Owen mockingly, "I said you owed me more than a star and a half, but I'm not in a hurry."

"..."

For a moment, Owen suddenly wanted to contribute to the "Daily Prophet", such as writing an anonymous letter or something--the Dark Lord himself is indeed full of bad deeds, and Benjamin knows and discloses less than one ten-thousandth of it.To be honest, it is not easy to resist this temptation, but he really doesn't have time to write a long letter recently.

In front of a quiet lake, the moon is shining, and there is no one around.Owen pushed aside a low branch above his head: "Where are you going?"

"It's disappointing. Every time you come out with me, you only have the same sentence." Tom shook his head disapprovingly, but this time he finally didn't make a fool of himself, but whispered a name.

"—I'm sorry?" Owen was stunned for a moment, and asked, "It's not a place name, is it?"

But that is indeed a place name.

——At least it is also an address that Tom made up, because it sounds so weird, so weird that before Apparating, Owen was always worried that one of his tribes might be left in some place where there was no reason for it. well-known place.

"Saturnus Manor." Tom whispered, and he led Owen through a tall, dark iron gate. Dark green rose branches were entwined on the sharp iron poles pointing directly at the night sky. "I don't think I should You say 'Welcome', Owen, because you're actually the owner of this place, too."

Owen touched his nose, he should have thought of it a long time ago, it is impossible for Tom to settle in the pure-blood family by counting the dates all the time: "So this is what you bought—"

"We." Tom interrupted him flatly, "you must remember that I have a joint account with you."

It wasn't a pleasant memory for Irving, but it was impressive.He narrowed his eyes: "That time you won my bet at Malfoy Manor—" Unfortunately, he was interrupted again.

"That's it. Even though that account is no longer there, obviously I can't completely exclude your assets." They walked down a wide driveway and over a small bubbling fountain, Tom whispered, striding all the way. Walked forward without looking at Owen.It may be an illusion, his deep voice sounded a little nervous, "You will find that this place may not be as luxurious as other old manors, and it is not very spacious, and the furniture and decorations are still too new—— "

This time it was Owen's turn to interrupt Tom: "But I know," he couldn't help grinning, "this must be the best."

Tom gave him a sideways look, showed a faint smile, and said slowly, "This is of course the best." They walked to a tall stone building, Tom opened the door, and led Owen through Hall, whispered, "I just hope he didn't make a mess of it here."

Walking into the hall, Tom waved his magic wand, and countless candles were immediately lit on the crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling.

——There was a mess in front of my eyes.

Owen is not stupid, on the contrary, as long as he is not facing Tom, he is actually quite shrewd.In a split second, he realized what had happened. He frowned and looked at Tom beside him: "He's been here too." Both Owen and Tom knew who this "he" was referring to.

"This time he came to find the Horcrux." Tom said quietly, and he waved his wand again, and the overturned sofa and the damaged fireplace were restored to their original state.

"But I guess he's the only one here. Benjamin doesn't want others to know the existence of Horcruxes."

"There's no need to guess. Although he did make the Horcrux under my order, it's not a good thing for everyone to know." Tom walked across the hall and walked towards the stairs. Owen Followed closely behind him, "What's more, the protection spell and secret hiding spell I cast are enough to keep people who are not allowed to enter from the iron gate and stone wall. Only Benjamin was allowed to enter in the past—"

Owen raised his eyebrows: "You didn't even invite Lucretia and Abraxas?"

Tom curled his lips: "Your tone is a bit strange." He paused, and walked to the right side of the corridor, and Owen soon discovered that there was a hidden spiral hidden behind a thick velvet curtain. stairs.Tom was still talking in a low voice, his tone was very urgent, as if he was forced to finish the next sentence quickly, but he had to say clearly, "All I hope is that one day you can invite your Lucretia yourself— —as masters here...or by us together—" Tom pursed his lips, and strode up to the attic without speaking.

Oh, Merlin's fattest briefs, he still hasn't said it - Owen thought with some disappointment.However, Tom, who was walking on the hidden stairs, was already looking back at him dissatisfied, so he had to cough twice in a hurry, and climbed up helplessly.

A not-so-tall arched wooden door lies at the end of the stairs, and it is half-hidden, revealing a small crack.Some dim light spilled from the inside, illuminating the light-colored carpet at the door, on which there was a blackened bloodstain.The wooden door is full of scratches, destroying the original exquisite carvings, and there are some scorched black that seem to have been burned by the flames. It is obvious that someone here has fought hard with this dedicated defender-but in the end, that The unwelcome interloper triumphed.

Tom snorted, and the candlelight and shadows swayed alternately on his pale cheeks. His expression was really not pretty, and even a little distorted.However, he only paused for a moment, then pushed open the door without hesitation, and walked in, dragging Owen who had already drawn out his wand vigilantly.

It turned out to be a showroom.Or - there's a 50.00% chance it's a showroom.The candlestick is on the wall, the candle has burned to a very short section, and the thick candle tears have solidified and clotted.The room was cramped and dark, and its builders didn't seem to have planned for a window, and even if it had, the heavy drapes and dark tapestries made it even more depressing.Owen looked around, almost out of breath—but anyway, Tom's collection had been upgraded.

Some of the dark green velvet cushions were filled with all sorts of objects, some of them beautiful, some of them ordinary, and some of them very strange:

A crystal clear crystal bottle floated on a shelf, as if there were flowing white clouds and mist inside; near the left side was a string of black lacquered stones; There is a ring on the left side of the door, and an unremarkable iron box that has been opened on the right side.

The box lid was thrown on the ground, Owen bent down to pick it up, walked over curiously to look at the box, it looked familiar——

"This one's empty," Tom said behind Owen, and he glanced at the empty cushion in the middle, expressionless. "I just put it there for display."

"Yeah, the full one is in your pocket—that's the beginning of your collection." Owen tried to close the box, but found something. "Come and see, Tom—here's a note."

"Don't touch."

"I'm not that brave. Take it out yourself—although I think it's just an ordinary note."

Tom raised his wand, and the note flew obediently into his hand.The writing on it hadn't even fully dried, and a smudge of ink stained his pale fingers.In the dim candlelight, Owen raised his eyes and looked at Tom's profile—it was horrible, the Dark Lord's expression was gloomy, and a sick flush spread faintly on his cheeks.Owen shrugged, took Tom's hand and looked at the note - damn Merlin, the "i" on it was very similar to his own handwriting:

"Dear Mr. Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Dark Lord: I'd prefer to change this address to Dear Tom - of course I know you won't, but it doesn't matter to me. Without permission , I took a valuable Slytherin relic for myself, I am very sorry. But I think you probably don't mind it, you can now have the real Billy Stubbs in your arms, believe it It must greatly increase your tolerance for what I have done before and what I am about to do, after all, you have always been a tolerant and good person. Benjamin who was loyal to you to the point of foolishness."

With a "huh", Owen felt that his breath shot from his chest to the top of his head, and it might be too much to say that his blood was boiling, but he was sure that his face at the moment must not look any better: "Are you really imitating the Benjamin I created? "

The damn thing is that Tom actually laughed, and now that handsome face returned to his usual paleness, he calmly tapped his palm with his wand: "So now you finally realize how dizzy you are sometimes?"

"Thank you so much for how tolerant you are of me," Owen said mockingly, "Dear Tom."

Tom narrowed his eyes dangerously: "I would be quite flattered to hear you called that on another occasion."

Owen rubbed his nose and muttered in a low voice: "Ha... I thought you would be furious when you saw this note. The phrase 'forgiving good man' is really meaner than my worst words..."

Tom looked down at Owen, and they stared at each other in silence for a while.Surprisingly, the Dark Lord, who is cruel by nature, did not launch a fierce counterattack.

After a while, a candle flickered and went out with a "poof".

As the light got darker, Owen licked his lips subconsciously: "Should we leave—"

Tom's sudden approach to the enlarged face shut him up.The warm and moist lips pressed against Owen's mouth and sucked for a while, prying away his tight lips little by little, and licked his gums gently and restrainedly before withdrawing.

--"boom"!Owen felt that something must have exploded inside his head.

Maybe that damned thing is called sanity.

Owen vaguely felt that Tom straightened up, and the man returned to his usual cold and narrow look: "——this will help me control my emotions better. My tolerance for many things has indeed greatly improved , perhaps I must admit that Benjamin was right. Come on, we can go now."

——Damn Merlin, this must not be the end of the matter.

Owen took a deep breath in a mess, and suddenly reached out and pressed the back of Tom's head. He whispered hoarsely close to Tom's ear: "Don't move, there is no reason to let you be a tolerant and good person. This time we are even— —" Then he lifted the man's jaw and kissed those pale lips deeply.

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91 A Patronus Charm Repurposed

To be honest, Tom and Owen's delay in Saturnus Manor was not short.But when they descended the narrow spiral staircase down the attic, Merlin bless, they were surprisingly calm.

——Of course, there is a price to be paid for this kind of peace of mind, and the precious thing is that this price is quite reasonable.

The only thing that made Owen uneasy for a while was that he felt that the robe he put on again in the dim candlelight seemed to be worn backwards. He breathed a sigh of relief after checking secretly, but at the same time, he clearly heard the man walking behind him. Tom seized the moment with a sneer of satisfaction and derision.

"Don't gloat, Tom," said Owen gruffly, "you're not much more neatly dressed than I am."

This is somewhat untrue. Tom calmly asked for a little interest on the debt owed by Owen, and he himself lost nothing except a silver button on his collar that would be ripped off every time.At such a time, he showed a rare tolerance, he smiled indifferently, and did not refute Owen's words at all.

They inspected nearly every room, and then worked together to restore overturned furniture, broken or open cabinets.Owen had to admit that sometimes he was actually doing a disservice when, for example, he misplaced the armchair twice and jumbled up the pile of dark, worn books in the library—he was convinced that Tom had originally Some kind of pattern to arrange them, unfortunately, he did not find that pattern.

"Don't be silly, don't worry about it," Tom said indifferently, and the books flew over the library with his wand waving again. "You will get familiar with this place for a long time to come."

Owen didn't want to smile like a stupid fool, but sorry, he couldn't help the corners of his grin.He turned around, closed a few cupboard doors, and restored the shattered wine bottle and glass that had fallen off a low table: "Sounds like...we'll be here for a long time?"

Tom replied casually, "Unless you insist on moving."

—This is not just a manor, nor even a house.For the first time, Owen heard the word "home" from Tom's dictionary. Tom's deep and melodious voice seemed to cast a confusion spell. Owen felt as if his whole body was immersed in warm warm water. He was startled like a fool. Dumbly put down his wand.

But Tom didn't seem to realize what he had just said.Together with Owen, he found a suitable place for the last few books, a tapestry, and two portraits, and then put away his wand: "Come on, it's time for us to leave."

They retook the way they had come, past the little bubbling fountain where the nightingales carved in stone were whispering sweetly.The round cobblestones on the side of the road reflect the faint moonlight, and on a clear spring night, some particularly bright stars seem to never sink into the dark ground.

Owen and Tom walked side by side through the tall, unopened iron gates, as through a black mist.After crossing the line—

Owen shuddered violently!

Subconsciously, he reached into his pocket and gripped his wand tightly.At the same moment, he felt a sudden tightening in his arm, and he was pulled towards him by Tom.

Something disturbing happened.

The clear moonlight, the bright stars, all the light of whatever else... the rustling of the night wind through the low bushes... a chill that penetrates the bone marrow and the darkness that seems to be suffocating, covering it layer by layer , like being in the depths of hell, a rotten, coming from