Even though Albert firmly believed that Blair was involved in the fight, it was indeed the case.
But after the school investigation, Principal Dippet still certified that it was an accident during a fight between the two.
So these days, Albert has been avoiding Blair.
She didn't know what happened that night that made Leviathan treat her even more cruelly, but it was definitely the right thing to do now to stay away from that terrifying Alpha!!
Blair: Because they smell worse.
The storm subsided quietly, as if nothing had happened, and neither family caused any trouble for Hogwarts.
As usual, every Friday afternoon is the History of Magic class, with all four colleges taking classes together.
Professor Binns' drawn-out tone and the boring and lengthy knowledge points made the students present drowsy, and many of them had already lowered their heads.
The old professor glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost time to end the get out of class, so he instructed the Ravenclaw prefect beside him.
"Mr. Kona, please collect last week's quiz."
The boy nodded and collected the homework one by one.
Seeing him coming, Cantankerus Knott handed over the two notebooks and turned to continue talking to Lestrange beside him.
Then Kona looked back.
"Excuse me, classmate, please hand in your homework."
The boy knocked on the corner of the table, but the sleeping girl did not look up. She buried her head in her arms and remained motionless.
The Ravenclaw prefect frowned, and just as he was about to raise his voice, a black notebook was handed to him and was taken by the boy.
Then, Kona looked to the left of Blair's position.
His expression suddenly softened a lot: "Oh, it's you, Riddle."
As the best student in the school, almost no one would dislike this gentle and humble boy in front of them, even though he was a Slytherin.
"Could you please wake up the classmate next to you?"
Through the dim light, Cona vaguely saw the silver-green tie in front of the girl. It just so happened that Riddle was the Slytherin prefect.
"Of course," Tom replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, Nott in front of him quickly turned his head. He still clearly remembered the scene of waking up Leviathan last time.
That's just too...
"Leviathan, your homework."
The boy patted Blair's shoulder, and the touch woke her up from her sleep. Her golden eyes, half exposed from his arms, were irritable and gloomy.
"Your History of Magic homework."
Tom repeated it calmly.
Just when Nott thought the girl was going to get angry, Blair maintained a gloomy expression for a few seconds, coldly handed the notebook under his arm to Conner, and then continued to lie back down.
The whole set of movements was so smooth and fluid that Nott was stunned.
No? How could anyone treat people this differently?!
Lestrange, who was standing next to him, heard the noise and turned his head to see his companion looking horrified. He raised his eyebrows.
"What's that expression on your face?"
"...nothing."
Nott couldn't help smacking his lips, but then he felt that it was not in line with the elegant etiquette of the nobility, and then he shook his head seriously.
Blair, who was no longer sleepy after being woken up, turned his head to look through his arms.
The dim candlelight on the wall shone on the boy's black jade-like hair, and half of his face with clear outlines shone with a pearly luster under the light and shadow.
Beautiful and dignified.
Tom was seriously recording the knowledge points taught in class, ignoring the annoying gazes beside him.
Until the pen tip stopped, Riddle could no longer bear the increasingly scorching gaze, and he turned his head expressionlessly.
"Please take back your annoying gaze, Leviathan."
The girl blinked, smiled and said, "But I like looking at you."
Tom clenched the quill in his hand at her casual sweet words, and then she continued with another slow sentence.
"You smell nice, too."
Like a smooth and delicious chocolate cake, Blair added in her mind.
Tom sneered, his posture straight, he sat in his seat and looked down at the Alpha lying in front of the table, his eyes filled with cold contempt.
He gave a dark smile.
"As far as I know, Alphas tend to be resistant to pheromones of the same sex. Are you an omega?"
That being said, he had indeed never smelled Leviathan's pheromones. Even the amber scent released in Potions class last time was easily blocked.
The more he thought about it, the stranger Tom's eyes became.
The boy's deliberately provocative words made Blair chuckle. She slowly moved closer, and as the distance between them kept shrinking, Tom was forced to lean against the wall behind him.
The coldness came from his back through his clothes, and he could almost count the girl's dense eyelashes.
"Am I an Alpha? Do you want to try it?"
The two were very close, and the heat of their breath touched their lips while they were talking. Tom immediately pushed the smiling Blair away and pursed his lips.
Fortunately, the Slytherin seats were at the back of the classroom and no one saw this.
Those who care about face are always afraid of those who have no shame.
The atmosphere became quiet, and the aroma of wine brewed by malice in the air made people salivate.
Blair's smile grew wider.
As for Nott and Lestrange, who were sitting in the front row and listening to the whole thing in fear, they looked at each other and lowered their heads at the same time.
The night is dark and the moon is bright in the sky.
A snowy owl suddenly flew out of the room, its feathers kept shiny and a small gold chain hanging around its neck.
Blair, who was about to take a break, stopped.
The snowy owl handed the letter in its mouth to the girl, who took it and patted the little guy on the head.
"Next time, ask him to send it during the day."
After saying that, the Snowy Owl nodded, flapped its wings, and disappeared into the air again.
Casually opening the outer envelope branded with gold lace, she didn't look surprised at all, as if she had guessed that she would receive this letter.
Dear Blair,
I have sent the butler to take care of this matter. I hope you enjoy your stay at Hogwarts.
Formont Leviathan.
The sudden flames burned the letter to ashes, but Blair's expression remained calm.
It was said to be a blessing, but in reality it was just a warning to her not to go too far. Thinking of that hypocritical and ugly expression.
The girl sneered.
She wanted to see what this damn thing's purpose was in keeping her in Hogwarts.
It was getting late and I was gradually feeling sleepy, but I insisted that no one should disturb my sleep.
Putting aside the irrelevant things, Blair lay back on the bed and fell asleep happily.
There was complete silence in the castle, and the whistling wind blowing through the narrow cracks sounded as terrifying as the wailing of evil spirits.
The female omega bathroom is on the second floor.
Water droplets dripped down the trough, and could be heard clearly in the quiet environment. No one would come at this time, and the sudden hole in the trough was bottomless.
Below is Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.
There was a crisp sound of footsteps from his leather shoes stepping on the cold, wet wooden boards. He stopped in front of the statue and opened his mouth slightly to utter the language of snakes.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss…"
A serpent monster with a huge head crawled out from inside, its cloudy vertical pupils were almost as big as a boy's height.
The basilisk lay quietly on the floor, its hoarse cry carrying some relief: "Hiss...hiss."
Long time no see, Tom.
Riddle stroked the snake's head, and the slippery and cold touch passed through his skin and into his body.
"hiss..."
Are you unhappy?
Although the boy was smiling as usual, the basilisk, which was particularly sensitive to perception, still noticed his unusual emotions.
"I met a very annoying person."
Tom spoke in serpent language. His tone seemed calm, but his dark eyes reflected the chill in his heart.
The basilisk was a little surprised. In its opinion, no one had ever been able to remain uncompromised by the perfection displayed by Tom.
"Maybe if you could let me out, I could help you out, Tom."
The boy immediately rejected the hissing attempt at persuasion.
"No, you'll be exposed."
Moreover, she is not an animal that can be killed at will. Once discovered, everything will be ruined.
As expected, the rejected basilisk shook its tail regretfully. It had not tasted a human for a long time.
"Good luck to you, Tom."
"I hope that next time we meet, you will have gotten rid of this trouble."