Fail Demon King

Already expected the answer.Cupid's golden arrow, which had never missed before, probably could only be nailed to a golden plate when facing that person, and the proud little angel must have returned home crying.

"Of course not." Lucius sneered, and sliced ​​the cranberry pie in front of him with aristocratic style, "and all the brave chargers have suffered a tragic end. The key to the misfortune is that, in the face of these pink At the time of the incident, their infighting was too serious."

"To tell you the truth, Lucius, although I'm not sure," Owen looked at him hesitantly, with a disturbed tone, "but what do you think if the professor hears these words here, what would he-- "

"——He will send Mr. Malfoy to his office. A baby venomous leopard has just arrived there recently, and Mr. Malfoy will demonstrate a confrontation with this magical creature in the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class." An elegant and pleasant voice The voice sounded behind them, and the ending was calmly drawn out, "It's always good to practice in advance, it is said that that kind of creature is very dangerous. Oh, maybe my introduction is redundant, Lucius, you must know everything - after all You are so well-informed."

The two students who liked to talk about the professor's private affairs behind their backs looked at each other palely, and the knife in Lucius' hand was placed heavily on the side of the plate with a "clang".

"Professor," the sole heir of the Malfoy family turned his head stiffly. To Owen's surprise, he still maintained the perfect etiquette of a nobleman, "Although I know that apologizing for my words and deeds is meaningless—"

"Then don't say anything, Lucius."

Owen felt that the scene was too embarrassing to bear to watch, so he had to cover the corners of his eyes with his hands, watching secretly through his fingers.

——The slender man was wearing a black robe. In contrast, his handsome face looked even more pale and stern.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor stood behind Owen and Lucius with his hands behind his back, his deep black eyes were cold.

So much bad luck—Owen felt that he and Lucius might be in desperate need of a vial of Felicia recently.He didn't know how Lucius faced that dangerous young magical creature. Anyway, he didn't see Lucius again throughout the whole Sunday afternoon.

At five minutes to eight in the evening, Owen shuffled up to the third floor and walked to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on time.He raised his hand and knocked on the door. Strangely, the usual lazy "Come in" didn't sound immediately. After a while, the door slowly opened.

However, it was not Voldemort standing in front of him, but the smiling assistant teacher Benjamin.On previous weekend nights, Irving rarely saw their good-natured teaching assistant in this office.

"Oh, Owen," Benjamin said gently, while stepping aside to open the door, "please come in."

Owen touched his nose and followed Benjamin into the room: "Sir," he said softly, "I'm here for confinement—"

"Of course, of course," Benjamin said nonchalantly, "but he's not here. There's something urgent, and I won't be back tonight..." He looked back at Owen, "What do you usually do when you're in confinement?"

Owen glanced at this familiar office, the huge T-shaped carved shelf was empty, and Nagini was not there.Victor's chirping sound came from the corner, and Owen glanced over, but was stunned: the little owl was flapping its wings in a small silver cage, and Victor looked angry and aggrieved.After seeing Owen, he finally stopped sticking out his beak from the gap, but stared at a pair of big round eyes and chirped softly.

Owen frowned unconsciously: "Sir, Victor——"

Benjamin interrupted him calmly: "I just asked you, Owen, what do you usually do when you are in confinement?"

"Copy the Code, sir," said Owen, still keeping his eyes on the cage.After a while, he finally couldn't help but said, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to offend, but Victor doesn't seem to like being—"

"Since you often come to confinement, you must know that Victor has persecutory delusions." Benjamin raised his voice slightly, overshadowing Owen's words, "I have to lock him up. Your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is not here. You peck."

"Sorry, sir, but—"

"It's not my own idea," Benjamin said calmly, glancing at Owen out of the corner of his eye. "I don't think you ever saw Professor Voldemort transform Victor into a pompom, did you? Sometimes he makes too much noise , like a child who loses his temper for no reason, someone has to take care of it."

Owen frowned tightly, unable to find anything to say.Victor seemed to understand him very well, chirped twice, lowered his head and started combing his feathers, and stopped scurrying about in the cage.

"Do you enjoy copying the Code, Owen?"

Owen barely looked away from Victor, he lowered his head and said dryly, "I don't like it, sir."

"I knew you didn't like it," Benjamin smiled with satisfaction, and the teaching assistant's attitude was very friendly, "So I was wondering if I should ask you to do something else today."

"..."

"I have followed that lord for many years, and there must be a reason why he asked you to come to confinement every week..." Benjamin seemed to be talking to Owen, and seemed to be talking softly to himself, in the warmth In his office, his voice seemed erratic and vague, "You often find him elusive, don't you? But getting to know him too well is not a good thing..."

Owen began to miss the warm Slytherin common room, the comfortable carved seats and round green lights.He had never felt that this office was so depressing when he was in confinement before, but the fire seems to be too hot today...

While Owen was distracted, Benjamin walked behind the large desk and gently opened the drawer.

"Oh, great, he left me a note." He strode back to Owen, still smiling, but his brown eyes showed a deep color against the firelight, "Would you like to clean up an abandoned classroom on the fifth floor, Owen?"

Owen was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "...Okay, sir."

——In fact, he had no other choice at all.The assistant coach seemed gentle, but in fact he was quite difficult to resist: Whether it was to release Victor or change to a punishment method of confinement, Owen had no room for comment.

At [-]:[-], Owen walked up to the fifth floor.

Torches burned on the stone walls, moonlight shone through the windows on the hallway floor, and he soon found a hidden classroom—a door was ajar behind a tapestry of Knights of the Round Table.

—it was like the scene before he walked into the hapless Room of Requirement.Life after that was a mess, and if he could, he would have killed his ridiculous curiosity.

Owen touched his nose, let out a long sigh, and walked in.

64 A Mysterious Mirror

This is really a real abandoned classroom. When the door is opened, a musty smell hits the face.As soon as he stepped in, Owen tripped over something, and the smell of dust rushed into his nostrils, making him cough violently.

"...Lumo...Lumos." He took out his wand, covering his mouth and nose.

A few discarded candles and rusty candlesticks were placed on a desk not far away, and Owen walked over to light them up. A cloud of dust rose up in the not-so-bright flame of the candles, leaving a pile in the corner. Those tables and chairs look even more dilapidated.

To be honest, Owen doesn't see any need to clean up this classroom - since obviously, it hasn't been used in years, and no one seems to intend to use it - so, his cleaning task tonight It becomes even more ridiculous.

Owen waved away the annoying dust, and at the same time repaired the broken wallpaper peeling off the wall with his magic wand.The candlelight flickered as if mocking him, and it was not a pleasant job.

Anyway, he thought the Dark Lord was crazy, the assistant teacher was crazy, and Dumbledore, who was silent about it all, was also - well, the great wizard had probably been crazy all along.The whole world is abnormal, Owen cursed Merlin secretly, and suddenly froze——

Maybe... he was the only one who was abnormal.Perhaps those memories about the 21st century are simply an illusion, a dream, or he is actually living in an illusion and a dream: maybe when he wakes up, he will find that he is actually lying on a hospital bed in the school , everything about the dark lord with the nose and the end of the 60s is just a fantasy he got thrown out of by that automatic stirring cauldron because he went crazy writing a thesis.

The wind blowing from nowhere caused the candle to shake violently, and Owen shivered as if he had suddenly woken up.He tried to get those strange thoughts out of his mind, and he waved his wand again, and an upside-down wastebasket was turned upside down, but the messy balls of paper inside were flying everywhere.

Oh - Owen groaned, his wand went wrong again.

There was no way, he could only pick up the shreds of paper on the ground one by one like a Muggle without magic at all.A few balls of paper flew very far, and fell straight to the corner of the classroom. There was a large crooked cabinet standing there, and next to it was a thing that reached the ceiling, covered with a piece of red flannelette.

Owen felt that the familiarity of this thing was alarming. He squinted his eyes and walked over, carefully pulling the piece of velvet covering it.After he finally cleared all the coverings with great difficulty, he finally saw the thing clearly.

A magnificent mirror stood in front of him—a golden frame, two claw-shaped feet, and a line of indecipherable talisman seals engraved on the top.

Owen's eyes widened, he took several steps back, and then immediately raised his head to see if there was a wobbly crucible on the standing cabinet next to him!

—It was empty there.He breathed a sigh of relief.

Owen looked suspiciously at the mirror from the side, he really couldn't figure out why it appeared in this place at this moment.Who put it here?What is the purpose of putting it here?

But anyway, it doesn't seem to matter to me - Owen thought.He just needs to clean up this hapless classroom as soon as possible, and then he can leave this cold place and return to the warm, dark green dormitory with the fire burning.

But as he stooped to pick up the fallen balls of paper in the corner, an uncontrollable thought gripped his mind: if—only if—this mirror could tell him what had happened to him What's the matter?What if this mirror could bring him back?

Unable to resist such a temptation, Owen straightened up, and carefully walked to the mirror step by step.A strange feeling rose from his chest, making him inexplicably nervous, and the palms holding the wand were covered with sweat... Finally, Owen saw himself in the mirror.

What was reflected in the mirror was the face he had gradually become familiar with, with brown hair and blue eyes, and the obvious features of the Scott family. He stood in front of the mirror stupidly, with only a pile of disused desks and that The eerie flickering candlelight.

— Well, this is really stupid.Owen curled his lips and smiled self-deprecatingly.He'd better end this ridiculous confinement work quickly and go back to sleep.

However, just as he was about to cover the unfortunate mirror with the heavy velvet cloth again, Owen suddenly stopped, his eyes couldn't be wider, and he almost blurted out a scream!

The podium in front of the classroom was reflected in the middle of the mirror, and a figure suddenly appeared there, slowly walking towards him from behind Owen.The tall and thin shadow was getting closer and closer, and the dim candlelight made that person's face look less cold than usual, only the silver button on the neckline was still shining coldly.

Owen was completely stunned, but he was not the dumbfounded and terrified expression in the mirror.Owen in there blinked his eyes quietly, showing a sly smile——

Finally, the other figure stopped beside him.

That figure was none other than the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this semester who made Owen fearful and curious, and at the same time harbored an inexplicably complicated emotion!The Dark Lord who will make the entire wizarding world tremble for his name in a few years—Voldemort—Tom Riddle is standing beside Owen!

The black-haired man in the mirror cast a condescending glance at Owen from the corner of his eye, then stretched out his slender and pale left hand without any explanation, and held Owen's right hand as if it should be taken for granted, with his ten fingers tightly intertwined with him .

—Meme meme memelin! !

Owen took three steps back with a pale face, and directly bumped into a desk behind him.Even though he knew that the other person in the mirror must be a phantom, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and fumbled to his right side in a panic.

There was nothing, all he touched was a piece of air. ,

The pale black-haired man in the mirror looked like a mysterious ghost. He slightly twisted the corners of his lips, looked at Owen quietly, and showed a smile that was both mocking and quite satisfied.

Owen's lips trembled, as if he wanted to smash the scene inside, he couldn't bear it, picked up the red velvet cloth and slammed it on the tall mirror—do whatever you like!He had a terrible headache, and he didn't want to care about this inexplicable classroom and everything in it anymore!

He strode towards the door without hesitation, and staggered because he was tripped by something again.There was a small gap in the doorway, and the firelight in the corridor filtered in. Owen stumbled out, and hurried to the stairs where the love of pranks disappeared-it was really an unsightly Slytherin escape. !

The Erised sunglasses in the classroom are still standing there, the frame is shining with golden light, and the abandoned classroom is reflected empty in the mirror.The candle burns shorter and shorter, the tears of the candle thicker and thicker, and the light becomes weaker and weaker.

Finally, they went out one after another.Everything fell into darkness again.

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This year's Christmas came very suddenly.Without warning, the auditorium was suddenly renovated.

The colorful confetti sprinkled from the transparent ceiling, the huge Christmas tree stood in the lobby, and the delicacies were piled high on the gold plate on the long table, making people dizzy and unable to choose.

"You still can't cheer up," said Lucius on the long table in Slytherin. Lucius just went there for a while, and now he came back with a happy face, and happily and calmly pulled away the chair beside Owen and sat down. , "Seriously, Owen, I suggest you go to Madam Pomfrey for a bottle of refreshing potion, obviously you need this now."

"Thank you," Owen said sleepily, "I don't think that thing will help much, after all, I don't have a bad cold."

"But we're on holiday. Come to think of it, you'll be out of detention for at least two weeks."

"Don't gloat, Lucius, he never asked you to go to confinement, and I was the one who was tortured every time." Owen raised his eyebrows and gave Lucius a gloomy look.He looked up at the teacher's desk. Professor Flitwick of the Charms class seemed to have just told a joke, and the teachers were amused.Of course, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was still absent, and one seat was empty.

"Don't be stupid, you forgot the poisonous leopard last time?" Lucius said lightly, he cut a piece of roast goose for himself, "Come on, Owen, forget about those annoying things. Look, The Daily Prophet seems to have died down lately. Come on, come Christmas, no matter what the reality is, there is no question on the surface of who is the Minister of Magic after the incompetent Barnold. ..."

Owen rubbed his nose with a wry smile, and was about to respond to Lucius' words when he caught a glimpse of the Hogwarts headmaster sitting on the teachers' bench.Dumbledore was wearing a brightly pointed Christmas hat askew. If he hadn't been tall and thin, he would have looked like a Santa Claus.He was also laughing, but the eyes behind the half-moon lenses swept down the long table absently, and for a second or two, they seemed to meet Owen's eyes.

Lucius finished the last sentence softly: "...so it's time for you to have a good holiday too. Merry Christmas."

Owen squeezed out a dry smile: "... Merry Christmas."

Before the Christmas dinner was over, Owen got up and left without any appetite.He and a few of his Slytherins wished each other Happy Holidays, and hurried down the underground tunnel.But halfway through, he suddenly changed his mind.

Gritting his teeth, Owen turned his head and walked towards the stairs.

For two weeks, there was a secret thing that had been hidden in his heart, and every moment, it continued to swell and ferment, and it was almost driving him crazy.He climbed up the stairs in three steps and two steps in parallel, walked to the corner of the fourth floor, skipped a step that traps people in it, and went up to the fifth floor.

However, at the same place as last time, the door of the abandoned classroom disappeared.Owen walked back and forth in the corridor a few times, and a big mirror (not the Mirror of Erised, of course) reflected his gritted face in deep thought.

Finally, Owen stopped in an uncertain place.He frowned, took out his wand, poked the stone wall tentatively, and uttered the first incantation that inexplicably appeared in his mind: "Abylas-Kamelle."

He couldn't care less about how the spell came about, the mysteries that plagued him every moment were big enough, they rolled down his nerves like snowballs, eating away at him completely Thought and consciousness—

The manifestation spell from nowhere worked, and a door gradually emerged from the wall, the doorknob slowly protruding outward, becoming more and more clear——

Owen was startled, as if he himself didn't expect things to be successful, and a little confused look appeared on his face.Finally, however, he stretched out his hand slightly trembling, and twisted the handle.

His heart was beating fast and blood was rushing to the top of his head.

Merlin's beard, tell me... tell me what happened—he murmured to himself.

Owen took a deep breath and closed his eyes hard.When he opened his eyes again, without hesitation, he opened the door and strode in.

65 A cabinet door opened mercilessly

The classroom was the same classroom, unchanged with dignity, as it had been when Owen left in his last haste.

The Erised sunglasses were next to the crooked cabinet, and the huge red velvet cloth was piled up on the ground. Owen walked over and kicked it aside, and then sat down cross-legged in front of the huge, gorgeous mirror.

"Tell me..." He stared straight at the smiling self in the mirror, and murmured, "Tell me what's going on. Even just give me a little hint—"

He lit his wand and waited.Like a devout believer, looking forward to even the slightest miracle.

The brown-haired boy in the mirror still smiled peacefully.Owen continued to stare at the mirror without giving up—finally, he blinked in the mirror and took something out of his robe pocket.

Owen moved towards the mirror again to see the thing clearly. He rubbed his eyes and almost blurted out a curse: Damn Merlin, that's a small, black-covered diary!

He slumped his shoulders and grabbed his hair in frustration: "Please...why is this thing again..."

Regardless of his complaints, Owen in the mirror slowly opened the small black-covered book—this diary has probably been used for a long time, and the faded cover and date indicate that it is by no means an item of this era.It was as if a pen was scribbling across it, the ink marking letter after letter, and then it soaked into the blank pages and disappeared.

This is not quite the same as the diary he had seen in his memory - Owen thought suspiciously.He rested his chin in one hand, and began to concentrate on the sentences that suddenly appeared and then disappeared.It was like a book of profound spells, and the owner's handwriting began to be scribbled. The more Owen read it, the more he felt confused. He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror suspiciously.

The other Owen seemed to see his impatience, and the teenager in the mirror shrugged.As if a gust of wind had blown by, the paper in the diary flipped rapidly, and the black ink stains dripped, bloomed, and dissipated dazzlingly like being splashed on it——

"Hey," Owen finally couldn't hold back his voice, "wait, this is too fast...I mean, are you going to let me see clearly?"

The turning of the paper stopped, and stopped on a certain day in mid-June.

"June..." Owen frowned, "The [-]th?"

—It was his birthday.

Owen moved closer and closer to the mirror, he stretched out his hand unconsciously, and touched the reversed numbers and letters reflected in the mirror.In the next second, it seemed as if a stream of ink gushed out from the page violently, and lines of black characters suddenly appeared!Owen was taken aback, and he withdrew his hand subconsciously—the writing became more and more chaotic, and the writing became more and more scribbled. The owner of this mysterious diary seems to have gone crazy, or he has some deep hatred for the quill in his hand, Every letter looks so...so...

Owen finally saw the letters that had been repeated countless times. He sat there dumbfounded and felt a devil's web in his brain-it was a name: Billy Stubbs.

Like a sharp thorn, this name pierced deeply into Owen's brain, causing a sharp pain—why is this name so familiar?Who is this person?

In an instant, those names were covered in ink again, but the invisible pen was still writing——

Owen took a few breaths with difficulty, feeling the stars popping up in front of his eyes, and he almost pressed the tip of his nose to the mirror.If he could, he really wanted to smash the magic mirror of his nerves and take out that diary to have a look!

That line is finished.Owen couldn't wait to raise his wand, trying to see what those letters meant——

There seemed to be some voices in the distance.

Owen broke free from this extremely half-crazy state.He suspected that he had been too nervous recently, but he listened carefully, the sound was getting closer and closer, and a sound of footsteps was clearly approaching this classroom!

A moment later, an emotionless voice sounded outside the door: "Abilas Kamel."

The door of this abandoned classroom is open!

Owen hid in the tall cabinet next to the Mirror of Erised at the last moment, trying to avoid coughing from the dust there.He cautiously looked out through a slit in the cabinet - he couldn't see anything clearly, only the cold voice was very familiar.

Owen held his breath. After he saw a long black figure push open the door and walk in, he became stiff uncontrollably!

"Rules" said: "Merlin rarely hears people's prayers." - so it is!A person that Owen least wanted to see at this time and this place walked in.

— Voldemort.

A cold sweat ran down Owen's spine.He had reason to suspect that this was the Dark Lord's secret chamber, and since Owen Sker had ceased to assume the role of a free cleaner, he must have been an unwelcome intruder.On this Christmas night, the festive Hogwarts is full of brilliant colors, who would walk into a dark and abandoned classroom on the fifth floor for no reason?

Owen felt himself turn pale.He began to think seriously, if he walked out of the cabinet at this time, would the professor believe that he was just a ghost passing by by chance.

Voldemort walked in, closing the door behind him.The light in the corridor couldn't get in at all, and the room could hardly be seen.The steady footsteps on the floor seemed empty, and the faint echo reverberated in the classroom.

Step by step, Voldemort seemed to be walking towards the cabinet - Owen's heartbeat began to speed up rapidly!He wanted to cast any spell on himself, just to make his breathing less fluttering!

Thank goodness, Merlin - finally, the footsteps stopped.

The person in the closet touched his sweaty nose with trembling fingers, and let out a long breath without making a sound.Owen carefully leaned against the cabinet wall to prevent himself from collapsing suddenly.His eyes had gradually adapted to the darkness. Through the gap, he seemed to be able to see the black shadow standing in front of the Mirror of Erised.

—What is the Dark Lord looking at?

The damn curiosity was at work again, and Owen couldn't help wondering what the man standing outside had seen.What kind of mirror is this?Predict the future, create illusions?Could it be that the Dark Lord also came to see that unknown diary?Owen felt his face suddenly "hot" hot, and he suddenly had a ridiculous idea: In case the man saw the scene he took when he was cleaning the place that day——

However, his cranky thoughts were ended by a short sentence.

The Dark Lord was speaking to the mirror.The normally icy voice sounded soft, low and restrained, only drawn out in a familiar tone: "Merry Christmas, Billy Stubbs."

—that name again!

A large group of black shadows buzzed into Owen's brain, where a commotion rose up in an anti-customer-oriented manner.He gritted his teeth and endured the Libyan goblin who seemed to be dancing on his temples, but something was against him, and it sounded insistently, and it became more and more clear:

"...Give me an answer now, about what capacity you plan to get along with me in the future..."

"...you know what I mean, Billy Stubbs—I'm good enough for you, and you can't find anyone better..."

--enough!

Owen clenched his teeth unbearably, and now he had to put his hands over his mouth tightly to keep himself from cursing Merlin or making any small noises.The turmoil in his brain greatly reduced the vigilance and sensitivity of his senses, so much so that he completely ignored the steady footsteps that started to sound again.

The people outside walked very slowly, but after all they were approaching the unremarkable, dusty cabinet in the corner inch by inch.It seems that a century has passed, and it seems that only a second has passed, and all the noises have disappeared again.

The stubborn voice in his head finally subsided, Owen blinked exhaustedly, and silently took two deep breaths.He secretly hoped that the person outside would leave quickly, and couldn't help raising his eyes and looking out along the small gap in the cabinet door——

In the darkness, a silver button that was close at hand was shining brightly in front of his eyes.

Owen's heart was beating like a drum, but the others didn't give him any time to react. The next moment, the door of the cabinet was opened mercilessly!

The room suddenly lit up!It seemed that countless candles were lit on the wall, and a handsome and pale face appeared in front of Owen's eyes.Voldemort looked down at Owen, the corners of his mouth were twisted strangely, and those dark eyes were glowing red!

"Long time no see." The Dark Lord said to Owen coldly, as if on the verge of rage.He paused, then repeated it meaningfully, "Really—we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Owen raised his head slightly, staring at the black-haired man in front of him with his mouth gaping.He was terribly confused, and after trying countless times, he found to his dismay that he couldn't even say "Sorry, sir."

"Excellent. Looks like there's a lot going on between us," Voldemort said, seeing Owen's dumbfounded expression, and gave a short laugh.However, this smile is far from pleasant, in fact, it makes Owen's hair stand on end.

"I don't ask how you got in—it's not surprising at all: the fourteenth-century manifesting spell just opened the door that was cast with the Freelen hiding spell." The tall and thin man Standing there with his chin raised and his hands behind his back, he was already tall enough, and this posture made it even more difficult to look up, "I don't ask why you hide in the cabinet—although there is no doubt that this is an extremely stupid Behavior: You try to hide from being seen and fail ignominiously."

"..."

The candlelight in the classroom was so bright that it was dazzling. Owen finally closed his mouth that had been open for a long time. A sentence was circling in his mind, but he didn't dare to ask it—then what do you want to ask?

"—I want to ask you something, it's quite obvious," the Dark Lord narrowed his eyes, his reddish gaze flickered, his voice was very soft, almost whispering, with a gloomy chill, "—you What did you see in the Mirror of Erised?"

"..."

"—it doesn't matter, we'll find out soon." Voldemort said suddenly and flatly.He waved his hand, and the classroom door opened.This man seems to have regained the image of the cold and distant professor—he has no expression, but he doesn't feel so oppressive, "Go to the office and wait for me."

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The author has something to say: This... Lord Demon King will definitely restore Owen's memory this time! 【make a fist

66 A Memory That Was Found

It was still the familiar office, Owen felt that he must have been here countless times.

In fact, he didn't know how he got down from the fifth floor at all-Christmas decorations were spread all over the school, and there were countless polished armors greeting Owen happily along the way, as well as portraits who were already drunk Wished him Merry Christmas, but he vaguely ignored them.Until he knocked on the door of that office, Owen's sanity seemed to have just drifted back from a distant place.

It was Benjamin who opened the door for Owen.Probably because of Christmas, the assistant teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts wore a brightly colored hand-knitted sweater, which was a rare occurrence today.He was slightly taken aback when he saw Owen, then smiled and said, "Merry Christmas."

"... Merry Christmas, sir."

Benjamin raised his eyebrows: "I don't think you need to be in confinement today, Owen, enjoy Christmas." He still kept smiling, "I thought you would be sitting in the auditorium like most people at this moment , it seems that the Christmas Eve dinner there is not over yet, and the atmosphere is quite lively—why don’t you go down and have a look?”

Owen touched his nose with a wry smile: "If I'm allowed—"

"You are not allowed to go in." A voice behind him said flatly, "Benjamin, I need you to go out tonight for a while until I notify you to come back."

Benjamin's complexion changed slightly, and his brown eyes darkened obviously, but he still bowed slightly respectfully and agreed with "yes".When passing by Owen, Owen heard him say hoarsely to the cold black-haired man, "Merry Christmas, Master."

The unexpected happened, and Voldemort responded to him coldly: "Merry Christmas. Get out."

It is really unreconciled to feel uneasy at such a festive moment. Owen couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly when he saw Benjamin walking towards the end of the corridor.With the last glimmer of hope, he cautiously said, "Sir, I'm sorry for what happened just now, but today is Christmas, and the teaching assistant—