It was already October when Blair transferred to Hogwarts.
Now, after a few days, the weather in Scotland has gradually turned cooler, with continuous drizzle and the sky being dim and filled with thin clouds.
"What a horrible weather!"
"It rains when it says it will... Here! Here!"
The students who had just finished class quickly crossed the patio and walked to the bottom of the corridor. They couldn't help but complain in low voices and used drying spells to clean their wet robes.
Raindrops hit the evergreen vines, which grow wildly on the stone walls, the only green in the cold autumn.
"Professor Dumbledore."
"Good afternoon, Professor—"
A series of greetings rang out in the corridor, and the auburn-haired man responded warmly, his blue eyes looking at the tall and straight girl at the corner.
"Good afternoon, Professor."
Blair withdrew her gaze from the distant scenery, turned around and spoke. Facing those insightful eyes, she greeted them calmly.
During the incident in which Albert was surrounded, only one outsider, Albus Dumbledore, was present.
After observing the injuries of Davis and Foley, he felt vaguely strange, and then he saw the bruises on Albert and the others' faces when they went to class the next day.
The coincidence of time and the strange injuries made the man more suspicious that this matter was related to Blair Leviathan.
But since Armando Dippet and the two families did not raise any objections, Dumbledore had no intention of speaking.
Now looking at the girl in front of him, his suspicions resurfaced in his mind.
It seems that this new student who transferred from Durmstrang may not be as simple as everyone thinks.
"Hello, Miss Leviathan." The professor responded with a smile.
Following Blair's gaze, he sighed solemnly, "That ivy was planted by the previous principal, and it's been many years now."
"But its root juice is poisonous, so you'd better try not to touch it."
With his golden eyes narrowed, Blair looked at the clusters of lavender flowers on the vines, which were scattered by the rain.
"Thank you for the reminder."
In the new semester, Quidditch was short of manpower due to the graduation of seventh-year students, so they started their annual recruitment activities.
Lucretia turned the list in her hand over and raised her eyebrows in annoyance.
She looked at the team member opposite her: "One more person missing, is there no one else?"
Everyone looked at each other, and finally Nott spoke reluctantly.
"In fact, these students are all screened by us."
The female captain had a very bad temper, which might be due to the inbreeding in the Black family. Lucretia quickly stood up and glanced around the lounge.
Suddenly she seemed to have discovered something and decisively walked to the sofa and sat down.
"Leviathan, do you want to join the Slytherin Quidditch team?"
"No, thank you."
The girl's cold tone extinguished the passion that had just been ignited in Lucretia. She frowned, her expression slightly stunned.
"Are you sure you don't want to join? Our academy has been the champion for years!"
"That doesn't interest me."
Ignoring the female captain's insistence to keep him, Blair turned the page of the book in his hand and rejected him again without mercy.
Lucretia Black looked embarrassed after being rejected twice. She pursed her lips and walked back to the other side of the team, anger flashing in her gray eyes.
Everyone looked at each other and said nothing.
In the past few days, the pure-blood students have discussed with their families the reappearance of the Leviathan family in the wizarding world, and most of their parents have also warned them to maintain friendly relations with the Leviathan.
But in reality, Blair Leviathan is not easy to get along with at all.
She seemed to have no need of friends at all, didn't care whether she had companions or not, ignored all kinds of subtle scrutiny, and instead enjoyed the pleasure of being alone.
This made it difficult for them to start a conversation.
Only Prefect Riddle could chat with her, and everyone had long been accustomed to this. After all, no one in the school would have a bad relationship with this perfect prefect.
Except for a few jealous guys, he ignored them all.
Rozier leaned against the wall with his arms folded. "How about we invite Riddle to join us?"
Hearing this, Lucretia immediately shook her head and glanced at Rosier casually.
"I've invited him twice since third grade, but he didn't agree."
Thinking of the boy's gentle look when he rejected her, and his diligent study in the library every day, the female Alpha suddenly felt a little strange in her heart.
From this perspective, Leviathan and Riddle seem to be quite similar in terms of being alone.
At this time, Tom Riddle, who was mentioned by several people, was taking a divination class.
Professor Andes Victor was wearing an exquisite purple robe, with an elegant smile on her beautiful face. She was one of the rare Omega professors at Hogwarts.
"Everyone, please look carefully at the crystal balls in your hands."
"Love is a wonderful thing. It may be like bright sunshine, a pleasant forest, or a delicious cake…"
The professor's soft voice echoed through the classroom, and the students listened to her eagerly.
For them as teenagers, this divination was a subtle and desirable thing, and everyone couldn't help but imagine what kind of results would appear in the crystal ball.
Tom sneered and stared at the crystal ball in his hand, which was emitting a faint blue light.
Victor's voice continued, "Hold it in your hands and examine it carefully. Inside, you will find the one that belongs only to you."
Seeing the people around him actively holding up the crystal ball, Riddle also pretended to observe carefully.
He still couldn't see anything clearly, only a chaotic blue.
Love, a weak and useless thing.
Tom attributed this strange divination result to his lack of need for love, then put the crystal ball down with a smile.
At this moment, a sweet toffee smell suddenly burst out in the air, rushing into everyone's body at a rapid speed, wildly stimulating the brain nerves.
An omega is in heat.
Almost instantly, the surrounding Alphas' eyes turned red due to the strong smell.
They had no strong will at all. In their confused state, they instinctively wanted to rush towards Gryffindor, which was emitting pheromones. The Beta who was closest to them tightly protected his trembling friend in his arms.
"Calm down, students!"
Professor Victor quickly used a draining spell to move the Alphas around her away. She called a few Betas to rush the boy in heat to the medical wing.
Lestrange pinched his nose, trying to avoid inhaling the smell.
His face was flushed, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he complained repeatedly in an impatient tone.
"I really don't understand these stupid omegas. They can't even remember time like this!! Fuck!! Riddle, are you okay-"
The question stopped in his mouth, and Lestrange opened his eyes wide in confusion.
The Alpha who was just beside him had disappeared without a trace.
His steps out of the classroom were a little messy, and the veins on his hands bulged as he held on to the wall. Tom walked quickly towards the bathroom at the end.
He was breathing rapidly, and a strange blush appeared on his pale face.
hateful--