Tom tilted his head slightly, paused, then curled his lips into a smile. He quickened his pace a little and slipped into an unoccupied area. Once he felt it was about right, he stopped and waited for the two idiots to come over.
When he saw the two sneaky figures poke their heads out, Tom rotated his wrist and aimed the tip of his wand at their feet. "Housing Collapse..."
"Ah! Fuck! You despicable—mmph mmph!"
Tom strode forward elegantly, casting a cold glance at the two in the pit. He shook his head and sighed in a regretful tone. "How could you be so stupid... Not even a shred of vigilance..." With a wave of his wand, he removed the Binding Curse from their mouths. Tom looked down disdainfully at the people screaming with broken legs. "Dolohov... do you understand now? The people around you are the sort who will use you as a stepping stone. Next time, it won't just be a broken leg..."
Standing in the pit, Nott looked up at him without the slightest sign of displeasure. Instead, his face held an utterly frenzied excitement. "Senior Riddle, are you one of my kind too? Do you enjoy hearing other people's wails as well? What a pity, though... there wasn't that captivating shade of blood this time..."
Tom's face darkened for an instant. His expression vanished as he turned away in disgust, cursing that madman from the Nott family in his heart. Fuck, what the hell did these nobles grow up eating? Is there really not a single normal one among them? A bunch of lunatics and psychos. Pressing down on his throbbing temple, Tom felt worried about his future for the first time. He wouldn't be influenced by this bunch of madmen, would he?!
Even the most