I didn't do much, and just like that, the summer vacation had passed.
Thinking back on it now, becoming the Spokesperson of the Underworld God felt like it had happened only yesterday.
"Haah~"
Leaning back in his seat, Klein yawned, looking a little distracted.
He had already mastered the spells in the Necronomicon. Because of the difference in location, he couldn't unleash those spells' full power in Britain. Summoning a few poisonous bugs was about the only thing of any use—but when he imagined having to spit those disgusting creatures out of his mouth, he decided Fiendfyre was better.
Whatever happened, he could just burn it.
"Hey, what're you thinking about?"
Draco, sitting in the same compartment, noticed the expression on Klein's face and couldn't help wondering.
After the Trip to Egypt, he'd returned to Malfoy Manor. They hadn't seen each other for over a month, and the young master had actually put on a little weight.
"I was wondering just how good the food at your house is, that you managed to gain five pounds in a month."
Klein smiled and teased him.
At that, Draco's face flushed red.
"It's because after I got back from Egypt, my mother kept saying I looked too thin, so..."
Mothers everywhere were all the same.
When the Egypt trip ended and Lady Narcissa saw how thin and tanned Draco had gotten, her heart ached for him. Every day, she came up with new delicious dishes for her son.
As a result, she'd gone a little overboard~
But he was a teenager in the middle of growing up, and his body needed nourishment. He'd probably return to normal after a while.
Probably.
"Isn't that a good thing? Next time you fight Ronald, you'll have a better chance of winning."
In first and second