Blair didn't laugh until they entered the dormitory.
The unexpected transfer student naturally ended up in a solitary dormitory, but this was a pleasant surprise for Blair.
She is too lazy to manage the relationship with her roommates.
He casually threw his luggage aside and took out a box of cigarettes from the compartment of his small bag with his slender fingers.
With a light tap of the black leather gloves, the cigarette butt lit up with a hiss and emitted a wisp of white smoke. The familiar and light smell of cigarettes lingered in the air like an invisible thread.
Blair walked to the window and pulled open the dark green curtains, revealing the scene outside.
A group of mermaids swam across the deep blue lake.
Their ugly faces looked warily at the girl in front of them. Although they were afraid of her breath, their warlike nature still made the mermaids stick close to them.
Through the glass, the cloudy, dead fish eyes stared at Blair fiercely.
Her golden eyes narrowed slightly, and she leaned close to the window and blew out a smoke ring.
But in an instant, the mermaid who had been showing off her power just now was frightened and disappeared in a flash.
Alpha pulled the curtain back expressionlessly. To be honest, the ugly thing just now made her feel a little nauseous.
After a quick wash, Blair lay down in the comfortable bed.
The room was exceptionally quiet. Eyes in the darkness stared at the curtains above, empty and lifeless.
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and the tip of her scarlet tongue rubbed against her sharp fangs, and her originally lifeless face became a little more charming and weird.
first.
How could someone's malice smell so sweet? It was like falling into a mysterious world woven with beauty, tempting the appetite to grow like wild vines.
"...I really want to eat him."
The faint sound quietly dissipated in the silent room.
The early morning light could not penetrate the darkness of the Black Lake until there was a knock on the door.
"Leviathan? No one?"
Cantankerus Knott glanced at the clock in the hallway and knocked on the door more urgently.
"...Damn it, what the hell is she doing—"
The sound of the curse was stopped by the door suddenly opening, and Nott was frozen in place by the cold and bone-chilling eyes like a vengeful ghost.
"…"
"Well, class is about to start. Prefect Riddle asked me to come and call you to class."
Nott stammered, seeing the horrified expression on the girl's face as she was about to cut his head off if he didn't speak.
Blair forced himself to think that this was no longer Durmstrang, and a frown of annoyance appeared between his brows. "Hmm."
"Since you're awake, I'll be leaving first. Potions class is in the classroom underground. Riddle has prepared the books for you. They're in the classroom."
After saying this, Nott turned around and left in a hurry, his speed comparable to that of a wild beast chasing him.
Closing the door, Blair lowered his brows and tried hard to dispel the bad mood that had woken him up.
The clock was almost striking eight, and she didn't intend to be late for her first class. After washing and dressing, she headed towards the classroom.
The Potions classroom is located in the basement of the castle. It is very dimly lit and one can only move forward by candlelight.
As soon as Blair stepped into the classroom, she felt several sharp gazes.
She looked up and saw a middle-aged man as fat as a walrus standing on the podium, giving a lecture passionately.
Seeing the freshman who was about to be late, Horace Slughorn stopped the wand in his hand and asked.
"My beautiful lady, are you lost?"
A low laugh echoed around, and it was clear that this joke was not innocent.
Nott still lowered his head in fear. Tom beside him opened his eyes, and his black jade eyes met Blair's glance directly.
"Sorry Professor, but I'm not late."
As soon as the girl finished speaking, the urgent bell rang in the classroom.
Horace spread his hands and said, "Okay, kid, please find an empty seat and sit down. We are about to start class."
As soon as these words were spoken, the Slytherins leisurely filled the empty seats next to them with their backpacks, looking at Blair with low smiles.
In the early twentieth century when discrimination based on bloodline was severe, as a new pure-blood family that had emerged in the past few hundred years, their descendants naturally felt hostile towards Leviathan, which should have been wiped out long ago.
There were some students with excellent academic performance among them, and Horace, who had only been in office for a few years, did not want to get involved in trouble with the pure-blood families.
He lowered his head and fiddled with his wand, silently praying for the poor girl.
However, Blair, who was the focus of attention, walked to Tom's seat.
Her gaze shifted to Nott beside her. Her golden pupils, which were intimidating without anger, narrowed slightly as she stared at Nott: "Get out of the way."
Nott, who stood up subconsciously, was pulled back. Tom smiled slightly and said, "Since there are other empty seats, and Leviathan is late, there is no reason for others to give up their seats."
Unfortunately, the girl simply raised her chin to signal Nott to leave and ignored Riddle's words.
Rather than sit with Blair, Nott would rather leave.
With his strong sixth sense, he always felt that this Alpha was not as calm or normal as he seemed.
He nodded to Tom apologetically and gratefully, and then, under the puzzled gazes of the others, Cantankerus Nott walked over and sat down next to Lestrange behind him.
"Okay, everyone just find a seat. There shouldn't be any students arriving later, otherwise they'd be considered late."
Horace made a quick joke, and everyone's attention was focused on him again before he continued his lecture.
The passionate voice explained the knowledge of potions, and a bunch of boring medicinal herbs such as Stipa sphenanthera, pepper grass, and moonstone powder made people sleepy.
Tom was taking notes seriously. He tried hard to ignore the faint gazes beside him, when suddenly a soft voice came to his ears.
"You deliberately asked someone to call me late."
The pen tip paused, and then continued to write down the knowledge points. The boy answered with a chuckle without looking up.
"I think you must have misunderstood. I just wasn't feeling well this morning, so I asked Nott to call you."
"He came back and told me that he knocked for a long time before you opened the door. Did you oversleep?"
The perfect smile and sincere answer shifted the question back to Blair without leaving a trace, and the girl raised an eyebrow with interest.
"Are you so vindictive?"
The blunt words brought Tom's memory back to last night, and the smile on his lips became stiff.
"That was supposed to be a joke. I hope you'll be more careful with your words next time, Leviathan."
The voice was lowered and there was a hint of gnashing of teeth. Tom felt that he had never seen such an annoying guy before. Not only did he have no tact, he also had no sense of propriety.
Perhaps he should release the Basilisk to teach Leviathan a lesson.
Thinking about this, Tom felt more and more that it was feasible.
Better to scare her out of Hogwarts.
Sensing the sharpness hidden beneath the boy's smile, Blair leisurely turned his head to look at the podium.
The steps for making the demulcent were not difficult, and it was a medium-level potion. Soon, under Horace's guidance, everyone had almost completed the production.
Yellow or pitch-black turbid substance kept bubbling up.
Horace sighed and said, "Mr. Rosier, did you put too much mint leaves again? This smells really disastrous."
The boy shrugged nonchalantly, curling his lips at his companion beside him because of Horace's harshness.
The brewing skills of this group of student wizards were roughly the same, and when Horace saw the beautiful potion in the crucible, he nodded with satisfaction to his favorite student.
"Tom, your talent for Potions is simply amazing. I guess I have to give you an 'o'."
"Thank you for the compliment, sir."
The boy agreed modestly.
Then Horace looked at the crucible on the right. He widened his eyes in surprise and looked at the girl who was casually supporting her chin.
"Your work looks perfect - kid, perhaps you'd like to join my Slug Club, where you can discuss potions with any of the outstanding students."
In stark contrast to Horace's excited invitation was Blair's cold expression.
"No, I'm not interested in potions."
"Are you really sure, kid? Even if you're not interested now, with your work, you'll definitely figure it out slowly..."
"Yes, I'm absolutely sure," Blair emphasized with a smile.
Seeing that the invitation was fruitless, the man had no choice but to end the conversation and walked towards the students behind him with a look of regret.
Tom calmly flipped through the notes in his hand and glanced at the crucible next to him, which was almost the same color as his.
When the professor finished checking the work, the bell for the end of get out of class rang. After a unanimous "Goodbye, sir", everyone rushed out the door.
After a while, there were only two people left in the classroom.
Tom looked at his arm being held, and instead of trying to break free, he raised his wand to Blair's throat.
His gentle face began to crack. After all, he didn't have the cunningness to hide his anger after being offended so many times. His voice was cold.
"You annoying guy, I've warned you so many times, but you're still so stupid—"
The words of disgust stopped abruptly.
Tom didn't have time to see her movements clearly. Her slender and powerful hands clamped his mouth and nose tightly like iron clamps, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
The amber fragrance was released violently, and the sweet and warm smell attacked Blair aggressively, but was easily blocked by the girl.
The strength of the hands increased, and the covered mouth made a whimpering sound, but it could only turn into a weak struggle and could not attract anyone's attention.
The next second, Riddle was pushed down on the wooden table, his black hair hanging down.
Using her arms to suppress his struggles, Blair chuckled and admired the boy's embarrassed look.
The feeling of gradual suffocation caused physiological tears to overflow from his eyes, and his arms, which had been twisting and turning, began to lose strength.
"Uh uh—uh—"
Let me go! I can't breathe!
Tom's subconscious cry turned into a whimper, and he could only feel the force on his face tightening.
Is she going to kill me...
His consciousness gradually became blurred, and just as Tom was thinking desperately, Blair suddenly withdrew his restrained hands.
In an instant, the longed-for air rolled into his chest, and Tom turned his head to the side and let out a heart-wrenching cough.
After more than half a minute, the burning pain slowly dissipated.
Raising his fingertips to wipe away the falling tears, Blair looked at the red marks at the corners of his eyes, which were as sad and beautiful as snow-white pearls rolling down red plums.
Riddle glared at her fiercely, his vicious eyes looked like he wanted to tear this Alpha into pieces. Blair had a flirtatious smile on her lips.
"Tom, next time I catch you doing a little mischief, I'll strip you naked."
A cool kiss fell on her cheek, and Blair said softly, "See you this afternoon, little Pearl."
She turned and left, leaving Riddle alone in the dim classroom.
After a long time, the boy sat up from the wooden table.
His throat was sore and he couldn't speak. The purple palm marks were imprinted on the lower half of his face, and the slightest movement caused a stinging pain.
He raised the magic wand and waved it across his face, and his skin gradually became smooth again.
A few low, unsteady gasps in the air broke the silence.
"I will kill you, Leviathan."
Tom, who had never been humiliated like this before, gritted his teeth and spoke almost word by word, his dark eyes shining with anger.