Genius Notes

"Don't worry, they didn't dare make a move yet." Tom had not drunk tea today; instead, he had brought back a bottle of red wine and was now swirling it elegantly.

Although Muya believed him, she was still somewhat worried.

"Did Grindelwald come back?" Muya asked Tom.

Tom set down his wineglass. "That guy came back two hours ago."

"He seemed to have guessed you would need something from him, so he told you to write a letter and send it to Dumbledore's home."

"Heh, no wonder you don't like him."

Muya lazily leaned back onto the sofa, draping one hand over her eyes as she quietly uttered two words. "Troublesome."

"Alright." Tom stood and patted her head. "Why do you look like a cat whose hunt failed? How was the ball tonight?"

"Pretty good."

Tom asked her, "Can you fall asleep now?"

Muya moved the hand covering her eyes and slightly raised her head, only to see those blood-red eyes staring directly at her like a beast that had locked onto its prey.

She shook her head.

"Then let's go. I'll teach you Legilimency."

"Huh?"

Just as she was certain of herself, Muya also believed Tom was a genius. He seemed to have a talent for learning anything.

"It seems you said what was on your mind."

Muya was not embarrassed in the slightest. Instead, she nodded. "But I really meant it. You are a genius."

Tom froze for a moment, then covered his face and laughed. "Then do you need a genius's notes?"

"Yes!" Muya agreed without even a second of thought.

What a joke. Those were the notes of a genius who had earned twelve Os!

"I'll give them to you tomorrow. Let's call it a day."

Suddenly, a figure passed before them.

Moody turned his head,