Fail Demon King

Ci is able to do a job with ease, whether it is facing academics or life.What's more, he once made a prediction at the beginning of this semester: "This year is a good time for Slytherin," he recalled saying, "I dare say it is the best year in history."

But now he doubted it.The suspicion had nothing to do with Slytherin but himself.

The cause of the incident was that one day he found half a dozen ribbons on the corner of the dormitory table that he finally tied up with a confinement spell and finally burned—how could this be possible?

Lucius raised his eyebrows slightly, and again, he disposed of them quickly and carefully.He had already made up his mind that his austere mother would stop trying to interfere with his hair—a resolution that would never change.

Unfortunately, something even more unfortunate happened this weekend.

At the breakfast table, Lucius receives a scathing letter, beautifully written on gold-leaf parchment, yet as menacing as it is a fire-breathing Norse dragon, detailing recent encounters with His fiery Margaret Stein comes from the family's various bad tastes.What followed was a not-so-small package of a freshly made Scottish fleece gown with more, damn ribbons to match.

Lucius cursed Merlin in an unseemly manner, and then put them away silently - the noble Mrs. Malfoy must have a rare paranoia in this regard.

"I think it's very strange," Lucius said softly to Owen, who had just walked to the long table and pulled out a chair to sit down, who was still a little bit sleepy, "...how on earth did she know?"

The teenager next to him has been particularly pale recently due to lack of sleep, and Owen casually took some veal loin pie for himself: "What?"

"I just find it suspicious," Lucius said thoughtfully, but he paused with his eyes narrowed slightly, "—forget it." Beside him, his heartless roommate shrugged , looking lazy--this is not surprising, in addition to the intensive homework of the sixth grade, Owen also has a routine confinement every weekend. It would be abnormal if he was still in high spirits.

But in any case, from Lucius's point of view, Owen Scot was indeed not normal-the things that happened to him were unbelievably weird-after a magical accident, the man who lived with Lucius for five years My roommate is like a different person.It's hard to say exactly what's going on, but the fact that he's living with Owen alone makes Lucius feel a lot easier.After all, sharing a dorm with a sullen and slightly neurotic person is far worse than sharing a dorm with the more easy-going but smoother Owen he is now.

However, Lucius cautiously believes that there are some things that don't need to be known too much—for example, why the professor only locked Owen in confinement; and why, the Dark Lord even specifically asked about the past five years. - Although that person's attitude seemed quite casual, it was enough for Lucius to be secretly surprised.

With a "crash", a stack of newspapers was thrown onto the long Slytherin table on time.Lucius watched Owen absent-mindedly feed the ferocious brown-headed eagle, and then unfolded the copy of "Magic Morning".

"Have you ordered another newspaper?"

"Yeah." Owen agreed wearily, and he looked at his watch, "I think today's "Daily Prophet" is late."

They ate in silence for a while, not even the sound of cutlery clinking on the long table.

It's almost spring, but the weather is still very cold, and even the sunlight outside the transparent ceiling seems to be very cold.Lucius also flipped through a copy of "Wizard Weekly" in silence. After a few minutes, he heard the newspaper beside him rattle.

"Strange," the man behind the newspaper murmured, "...this Eroy Penster has been pushed to the stage, as if he is very hopeful to be promoted to be the next Minister of Magic. Look at the newspaper Evaluation on the Internet: "Penster, a radical reformer with a tough style, is likely to win in chaos. According to an official who did not want to be named, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement will conduct a sweeping operation in the near future, specifically targeting For the recent surge in magic fighting, Penster is solely responsible for it...'"

"This man has been serving as Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for ten years," Lucius said indifferently. "It's time for a transfer."

"Oh—" A pair of blue eyes were revealed behind the newspaper, "It sounds like you are quite familiar with him."

"Probably know a little bit." Lucius' light-colored eyes flickered, and he said slowly, "Not a very capable person, but not too mediocre to be tolerated; fanatical and easy to manipulate, the biggest The virtue is loyalty, as you can see from his recent actions leading a series of high-ranking officials to put pressure on the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters' Muggle Conciliation Committee-"

Lucius stopped deliberately, his eyes half-downcast, as if he was concentrating on breaking down his custard pudding with a silver spoon, but in fact he was secretly watching Owen's reaction from the corner of his eye.

But to his disappointment - his roommate's reaction was nothing special at all.Owen didn't seem to be inquiring about anything at all, he just nodded casually, as if he didn't care what Lucius said just now.He threw the newspaper aside casually, and took two grilled sausages for himself: "I wish him success in his tenure. For the sake of Merlin's beard, the ministerial position has been pending for a long time..." He didn't see anything unusual, He just frowned slightly when he took the first bite of the grilled sausage, "Oh!—it's a bit salty, the house elves at school seem to be out of standard recently..."

Lucius smiled meaningfully: "Maybe it's because you're used to having a better breakfast somewhere else. For example—" For example, in a professor's office.

"...Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well last night, so my taste buds failed." Owen paused and said tactfully.Merlin, in fact, he is not bad at disguising, all the failures in the past were only when facing a specific person, "Ah——" He glanced at Lucius' package and nodded clearly, then The sympathy on his face couldn't be more sincere, "I understand. I said why you were so wrong this morning," he sneered, "—the new hair band has changed color? It really matches your hair. Good luck, Lu Xiu S."

— This is really a typical Owen Scotch sarcasm.It really doesn't look weird at all, does it?

Lucius watched for a while longer, and finally decided to drop his doubts about his roommate.He was unwilling but had to bring the package over, gritted his teeth a little grimly: "I apologize for my weird attitude, Owen—I thought it was you at one point, otherwise it wouldn't make sense—what on earth is my mother doing?" I know...she even mentioned Margaret Stein's nickname 'Crooked Nose'..."

Owen shrugged and put down the milk glass calmly.

It rained suddenly that night.Inevitably, muddy wet footprints appeared in the corridors of the castle.It is not easy to avoid Filch, who is irritable and constantly cursing, especially after going up to the third floor, where there must be a deliberate prank against the doorman, otherwise it would be impossible to have a whole face of manticores breathing fire. The tapestry was covered with wet mud.

Owen came to the familiar office, and the door opened to him automatically.However, there was no one inside, not even Nagini, and only an excited Victor greeted him.

"Shh," Owen walked in, closing the door carefully, "Okay, don't peck my neck... Listen Victor, I really don't know where he put the candy mouse, but I can find it for you... ..."

It's a pity that Owen still disappointed Victor in the end. He didn't find the box of candies, but only dug out the large stack of "Slytherin Rules" that he copied when he was in confinement here a long time ago.It was obvious that those things had been looked through carefully, so that the corners of the parchment were a little wrinkled, but they were carefully smoothed out.Owen stared blankly at them for a while, and suddenly found that a small note had fallen on the desk at some point—probably it was originally caught among the things he was copying.

Owen picked it up and looked at it. There were only a few words on it, which were actually Lucius' handwriting: "I'm sure the handwriting is different, sir."

— Ha, great.

Owen finally understood that exposure had been inevitable since he was still copying these unlucky things.The most hateful thing is that he was in a state of ignorance for so long and was in a state of anxiety, tremblingly facing the mysterious Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—like a rock candy mouse curled up next to Nagini's mouth— — But it turned out that he had been betrayed by his current roommate to his ex-roommate long ago.

This is definitely a tragedy rarely seen in the history of magic.However, the little owl didn't care at all. Victor was quickly attracted by the thick stack of parchment, and he began to peck along the traces of the letters with great interest. The barbed beak would not feel sorry for Owen at all. fruits of labor.

Countless bright candles were burning on the wall, and a delicate miniature pendulum clock on the desk was ticking regularly.The shadows of Owen and Victor were reflected on the table, wobbly, vague, and sleepy.

Victor really fell asleep. He covered his face with his wings, his furry body undulating, and even snored lightly.But Owen didn't. He was holding a compendium of "The Outline of the Dark Arts", which was his unfinished homework.The thin pages of the book made soft noises when they were turned, and Owen felt his fingertips were dry, and in the flickering candlelight, no matter how much he blinked his eyes were still so astringent.

Just when Owen really had a hallucination that he was about to fall into a coma-like dream, there was a sudden "boo" sound from the fireplace.

A tall, thin man stepped straight out of the flames.

The Dark Lord looked a little dusty. He shook his traveling cloak, and the ash on it disappeared without a trace in an instant.He hung it on the shelf casually, and when he saw Owen standing up rubbing his eyes, a little smile finally appeared in those dark eyes: "There is no doubt that without my supervision, you can't read the book soberly." ,Yes or no?"

"I think you're better than a Freezing Charm..." Owen muttered, putting down the damn thick book.

"Well said, so here we go today. Pour me something to drink."

"You've walked a long way again?" Owen walked over and poured him a glass of red wine, "I think it's better than winter now."

Owen handed Tom the glass of wine, but the tall, dark-haired man didn't take it.He drawled lazily, "Thank you, hold it up."

Owen gritted his teeth secretly, he hadn't forgotten the note from Lucius in the pocket of his robe, but he was quite calm - now is not the time for revenge.He did as Tom said, and at the same time, he could clearly see the faint blue color on the circles under Tom's eyes under the flickering candlelight.He couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly, and then repeatedly warned himself not to be soft-hearted.

Tom looked at Owen and smiled: "It's indeed much better than winter, but it's still very cold." He said softly, then Shi Shiran lowered his head, and took a shallow sip of wine in Owen's hand.

75 A farewell that shouldn't be said

"I don't want to remind you that you are late for the confinement tonight, Professor." Owen turned and put down his glass, "Also, do you need something to eat?"

"Thanks," said the same hideous, languid voice, "anything you want. You're so thoughtful."

Owen raised his eyebrows sarcastically: "Actually, you should thank the house elves at Hogwarts."

"Then I don't think it's necessary."

"..."

Tom seemed to be in a good mood tonight, his dark eyes sparkling and a faint blush on his pale cheeks.This is really rare. Based on the newspaper news he read this morning, Owen knew that he must be taking another step towards some big plan.

"Are you really planning to hide it from me?" Seeing Tom as if nothing happened, he opened the door and walked towards the inner room calmly. Owen finally couldn't help but speak, and he followed in, "The magic What exactly is the investigation by the Director of the Law Enforcement Department aimed at? Really, Minister Behind the scenes, this action makes me feel like you want to send half of the wizarding world to Azkaban for provocation ..."

"That leaves the other half of the trouble," said Tom casually, "and what shall I do with them?"

"Are you kidding," Owen felt his temples throbbing, "or are you serious?"

"You've already seen that Penster is a puppet, what can I say?" Tom turned suddenly, and Owen almost hit him directly in the chest. "That's not bad, Owen, or—" He looked up Lifting his chin, he blinked condescendingly, "I hope Lucius didn't inherit the part of Lucretia's blood that loves to spread the news."

"It's not him." Owen touched his nose a little irritably, and took two steps back, so that it would be easier to see the tall man clearly, "You know he won't say anything, especially about your 'big plan' ’. I doubt he even knew about my correspondence with Lucretia, but he chose not to pursue it because of the advantages and avoid the disadvantages—ha,” he gave a short laugh, “exactly like Abraxas.”

"It's no harm, you sound like you're sorry."

"—For Merlin's sake, damn it, can you please stay off topic?"

"I'm not," Tom said softly. "Penster is unreliable, of course I know that. He seems too active and obedient, and it's a little fake. Of course, there are people watching him from behind. Scrutiny The incident of fighting with weapons is just the beginning. Although this indicates an active attack, everyone is waiting to see what happens. Old Dumbledore is no easier than me. Once the incident next week is over—" Tom suddenly stopped, like Owen As if the eagerly looking eyes satisfied him, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, his deep and magnetic voice turned every word into a spell that seduces people, "Okay, I've said enough It's gone, isn't it?"

"..."

"Very well," said the domineering man, "so that's all for the day, then."

"But there is still a problem—" Owen didn't finish his sentence, he choked suddenly after seeing Tom's actions, "You are—" He blinked quickly, took two steps back, and licked his lips vigilantly. He licked his lips, "What are you... unbuttoning your robe for?"

"What?" repeated Tom, raising his eyebrows half amused, half mocking. "I'm going to take a bath—what do you think I'm going to do?"

"..."

"I never knew you were like this... Maybe I've been a little too much lately."

"For Merlin's sake," Owen interrupted sharply, "—stop!"

"Okay, okay," Tom said with a rare compromise, though he was still smiling, and the meaning in his eyes was almost blush, "Now you have two choices: one, sit on the couch and wait for me to come out, By the way, cool down your already red ears; second, go in and wash with me."

"...I'm sorry," Owen, who looked like a steam locomotive, gritted his teeth, feeling that the words were barely steamed from the top of his head, "Is there a third option?"

"Of course," said Tom calmly, turning away at the last moment as he entered the bathroom. "You can still sneak back to the dormitory—if you dare."

"..."

In less than 10 minutes, the bathroom door opened.And yet—the living room was empty.

The man who came out twitched the corner of his mouth, picked up his wand and waved it casually, and the black hair immediately stopped dripping.He deliberately didn't dry them all, so the ends still looked damp.

The bedroom door was closed tightly, but of course Tom knew that Owen would never be in there - the bedside reading "Compendium of the Dark Arts" hadn't been half-read, and someone already hated the big hanging bed .

"I think... some of the spells in that book should be absolutely forbidden..." Owen once climbed out of bed with a mess of brown hair, and said bitterly at the same time, "As far as magic is concerned, The department is seldom just. If you'll be reasonable, and don't be so arbitrary, Tom, you'll realize you've violated at least a dozen of the relevant laws—"

If it weren't for the flushing of his cheeks being too obvious, and his weak legs even made him have to hold on to the bedpost, then these words would probably be a little more convincing.But as things stand, there is no doubt that everything presents only the prospect of a Greek tragedy of fate.

The tall, well-dressed man standing beside him, who obviously ignored everything he just said, reached out to support Owen. Owen tried to maintain his balance with dignity, but at the same time he was completely irritated. That's when the resolution was made: "I'm never—you're not going to do it again—there are two bedrooms in this office anyway."

"It's a pity," Tom remembered that he deliberately dragged his voice, and answered Owen slowly, "Don't be too confident, after all, it's not up to you to decide."

Unsurprisingly, the watery blue eyes opposite him seemed to shoot out a flame of shame and anger at once.

——This kind of memory is quite pleasant.But it was indeed getting late tonight, and falling into memories in vain, if not stupid, at least represented low mobility.Tom brushed the damp, curly locks away from his eyes, and opened the door to the office.

This time, Tom finally saw Owen.As expected, he did not sneak back to the Slytherin dormitory.

Owen sat behind his desk, holding the brick-thick "Compendium of the Dark Arts".Hearing the sound of the door, he raised his eyes from the yellowed pages, and there were a few slight wrinkles between the bridge of his nose and his forehead.He closed the book with a "bang" and cleared his throat: "Have you finished washing?"

"Well." Tom walked towards Owen. "I noticed that your ears are no longer red, which is very comforting-see where?"