The flash of platinum at the edge of his vision was like countless sharp blades. Tom tilted his head slightly aside, closed his eyes, and emptied his mind.
"Boss~ There are quite a few lunatics among this year's new students! Shall we throw our dear junior... a welcome party?"
Tom opened his eyes, glanced at Radolphus, then followed his gaze and turned to look ahead. He coldly assessed the proud young nobles. "Heh~ I wouldn't mind letting them see their own strength..."
A malicious smile appeared on Radolphus's face. As the heir of Lestrange, he looked down on the foolish Dolohov, not to mention the madman from the Nott family. They were simply disgracing the Sacred Twenty-Eight. "I'm really looking forward to it~ Speaking of which... Prefect Malfoy will be graduating next year..."
Evan Rosier pinched his friend's thigh and covered his pained cry with a hand. Taking a deep breath, he nervously looked at the gloomy-faced person opposite them. This idiot! Of all people, why bring up the platinum noble?! Was he blind, or was he just brainless?!
His fingers tapping against the tabletop, Tom withdrew the chill radiating from him. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled indifferently. "Yes~ What a pity I'm not qualified... to attend my prefect's wedding."
Realizing what he had said, Radolphus did not dare continue. He cleared his throat and hurriedly changed the subject. "Ahem~ By the way, the one in Germany has been making bigger and bigger moves. Quite a few people have already gathered to resist the Wizarding Supremacy Party. In my view, his ideals aren't wrong. Wizards shouldn't have to hide away..."
Hearing about Grindelwald again, Tom lowered his eyes without responding. A thought suddenly arose in his heart. Should he, like his ancestor, do something for the