Levander sighed again.
"Alphard, you're also a pure-blood family.
You should have your own pride and dignity.
How can you always be bullied by your sister like this?"
"It can't be helped, Wade.
I don't want to, but... my sister is just too mean! I
t's okay to get beaten up for doing something wrong, that's what I deserve.
But... if she gets mad at someone outside, or is simply in a bad mood..."
Alphard swallowed hard, as if recalling a painful memory.
"Tsk, that's why I can't understand your British pure-blood families..." Levander shook his head.
Alphard lowered his head, feeling filled with shame.
Their Black family was a pure-blood family with a long history, but compared to them, they were far inferior in every aspect.
"Anyway, I've said everything I need to say. You can handle yourself."
Levander, having finished his show of strength, brushed past Alphard and entered the common room.
Anne didn't follow him, but instead asked Alphard, "How did you know about his family?
I'm his friend, but he never seems to mention it to us."
Alphard replied, "He told me so himself.
My sister thought he was a Mudblood... Wade was furious."
"Honestly, my sister really went too far.
Even if he wasn't a pureblood, she shouldn't have used such insulting words..."
"He told me so himself...didn't anyone prove it?" Anne asked.
Alphard shook his head.
"Does he need proof?
I've never seen a pureblood more pureblood-like than him."
This sentence made Anne ponder.
Recalling her time with Levander and his behavior,
Anne discovered that while Levander always wore a gentle smile, there was a deep sense of pride underneath.
It was as if... he always felt superior to everyone.
A Muggle-born or someone from an ordinary pureblood family wouldn't have such a unique aura.
Alphard was right.
Anne had never seen a pure-blood wizard more pure-blooded than him...
Anne thought of Tom again.
Compared to Levid's reserved demeanor, Tom's pride was undeniable.
However, only in Levid's presence did Tom unconsciously suppress his pride...
This made one ponder.
Tom showed up at the dormitory quite late.
However, his face was not very good. It seemed that he had not found the answers he sought in the library.
The library closed early, which meant that Tom had wandered around for a long time after leaving before returning to the dormitory.
It was clear that this experience had had a profound impact on him.
By then, his roommates Alphard and Henry had fallen asleep.
Levid was also lying quietly in bed.
Tom glanced at Levid and, without a word, lay back in bed.
"You didn't take Anne's words seriously, did you?" Levid suddenly asked in a low voice.
"It's a clue, isn't it?"
Tom said weakly.
"But I've searched all the Slytherin records and can't find anything related to... the Riddle name." "
Perhaps... you could look for records of your mother's surname. Do you know her name?" Levid asked.
"Well... Mrs. Cole told me her name was Merope Gaunt," Tom said.
"Then I think you could look up the Gaunt name," Levid suggested again.
Tom frowned, staring at the ceiling.
"But how is that possible? If my mother was... a descendant of that man, how could she have died so miserably?"
Levid said calmly, "Tom, you've seen the
children of pure-blood families... You should know what kind of people most of them are."
Levid's
words left Tom silent.
For a moment, he couldn't accept the most likely conclusion that his mother was a mediocre wizard.
As usual, he preferred to believe his previous guess.
That is, the father is a wizard, and the mother is just a Muggle...
"It seems that you will have a hard time sleeping tonight?"
"Yeah..." Tom said depressedly.
Levid looked at his watch, then jumped up.
"Where are you going?"
Tom asked.
Levid said: "I think you may need a bottle of water of life and death.
I remember I seem to have quite a lot left..."
"No, I don't need it."
Tom chose to refuse.
It's better not to touch Levid's potion...
"Okay.
Then you can only lie down."
Levid took out a bottle of potion from the bedside, tilted his neck back and drank it, then walked towards the dormitory door.
"Where are you going?"
Tom asked puzzledly.
He thought Levid drank the water of life and death.
However, after drinking the potion, Levid did not lie down to sleep, but walked directly outside, which immediately aroused Tom's curiosity.
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"I need to find something..." Levid said as he left the dormitory.
There was no one in the common room late at night.
Even the ghosts were dozing by the fireplace.
Levid never knew that ghosts needed to sleep.
Of course, this could also be that the ghost missed the daily routine when he was still a human...
Levid carefully opened the door of the common room and walked out.
He stood in the corridor of Hogwarts Castle and took a deep breath of the cold air in the middle of the night.
Then he raised his wand and prepared to cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself.
"Are you going on a night trip?"
Tom's low voice came from behind.
"You should go to bed, Tom."
Levid turned his head and frowned at Tom.
Tom said, "I can't sleep anyway... take me with you."
Levid was silent for a long time before asking, "Do you know where I'm going?"
"I guess... it should be the restricted books area." Tom shrugged.
"How do you know?"
"You said you were going for a stroll during the day, but you were actually just checking out the area, right?
And while you were 'strolling', you were clearly going the opposite direction from me, yet in the end, you ran into me fighting someone on the way to the library... So, your destination was the library, and the only books in the library that interested you were the ones in the Restricted Section."
Levander was silent for a moment.
"Your reasoning is very far-fetched, Tom..."
"Okay, I've seen the route you drew.
Stop talking nonsense.
I want to go to the Restricted Section too. Are you going with me?
Or not, I'll go on my own." Tom said impatiently. "
About Slytherin... You want to explore the Restricted Section as well?
Fine! Come with me, but remember, don't hold me back."
Levander said, tapping Tom's shoulder with his wand.
Tom felt a chill run through his body, and then he saw his body disintegrate.
"Disillusionment Charm? You've even mastered such an advanced spell..."
"Don't think you're the only one working hard, Tom,"
Levid said, casting a Disillusionment Charm on himself.
"By the way, I'll teach you another spell.
This one will allow you to see clearly at night."
Tom exclaimed in surprise, "It seems you've made ample preparations!"
Levid grumbled, "I've learned another lesson today: no matter how well prepared or how thorough your plans are, something can go wrong... and that something is you, Tom."
Knowing he was in the wrong, Tom didn't dare to argue, fearing he'd change his mind and cast a Stunning Spell on him instead.
He concentrated on learning the spell Levid had taught him to see at night.
This way, they wouldn't have to carry oil lamps or use Luminescent Charms for illumination.
Traveling at night with a light source, the Disillusionment Charm becomes meaningless...
"And there's this Whispering Charm.
It prevents your voice from being heard outside for over an hour, and only reaches the ears of the designated person.
I call it the Squad Voice."
Tom marveled at the Whispering Charm.
"What's the structure of your brain?
How could you even create a spell like this?!"
"It's just a small modification of the Silencing Charm..." Levid said calmly.
Tom's talent was astonishingly good.
It didn't take him long to master the two spells Levid taught him.
Five minutes later, they were on their way to the Hogwarts library.
"What exactly are you looking for?"
Tom asked.
Because they were in the Squad Voice mode, even if they spoke casually, no sound could be heard in the dark corridor.
Levander said, "That's an interesting question... Of course you're going to the Restricted Section to look for books, not to eat."
"Did you eat chili tonight?
Why are you so irritated?"
"Guess why?"
Tom said helplessly.
"Okay, it's me. I get it... I'll shut up."
Levander was extremely cautious throughout the journey.
He moved quickly through dark areas, but whenever there was moonlight or lighting, Levander would crouch down and slowly pass by the oil paintings that looked like they were dozing off.
Tom was amazed at his professionalism. If it weren't for his first day of school, Tom would have thought Levander had done this kind of nighttime stroll many times.
Of course, Levander's extreme caution was understandable, because in this short walk, they encountered Professor McGonagall on patrol, a group of ghosts who never needed to sleep, and their castle keeper...
"Finally... There seems to be someone over there?"
Tom suddenly asked, pointing to the library entrance.
Levander recognized the person at a glance.
"Peeves, a mischievous ghost... maybe even more troublesome than a ghost.
Anyway, if he knew we were out at night, then, without having to wait until tomorrow, we would have to show up in Dumbledore's office in five minutes and miserably lose the 100 points we worked so hard to earn back today..."
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