Quidditch World Cup

After a while, Tom returned.

Muya had just finished washing up and changed into her nightgown. "How did it go, Senior?"

"He fainted." Tom told the truth without concealing anything.

Muya was the one who was startled. "Huh?"

Her damp hair had not yet been dried, and droplets slowly fell from it onto the floor.

Tom glanced at it, and the next second, her hair was dry.

"You knocked him out, then treated his wounds in one smooth operation. Why do you look so shocked?"

Muya realized she had overthought it. "It's nothing now."

She moved closer and sat beside Tom. "Senior, will you go with me?"

Tom curled his lips. "Can't bear to be apart from me?"

The moment he said that, the room was plunged into darkness. Muya's voice rang out. "Senior, it's time for me to sleep. Good night."

Tom gave a soft chuckle in the darkness.

In the end, only a quiet "Good night" remained.

The next day, Muya sent them a brief reply.

Then she turned her gaze to Snape, who was making breakfast. Judging by his complexion, his injuries should no longer be serious.

Snape brought over breakfast and a glass of milk. He looked up at Muya, his expression somewhat displeased. "Dumbledore wants to see you today."

"Oh, isn't he very busy?" Muya took a sip of milk first.

The door opened. "Oh, as a guardian, I still have time to spend with a child." Dumbledore stood in the doorway.

Muya buried her head in her plate. "Oh my, Professor's breakfast is so delicious today."

Snape, seated across from her, said nothing. He merely curled his lips slightly, while Dumbledore raised his brows and tilted his head.

He casually sat down on the sofa. "What a pity. I already ate before leaving, but