Tom the Greedy Kid

"Oh, an Unbreakable Vow, just like that?" Tom narrowed his eyes.

"Mm-hmm, more or less." Muya nodded.

A few minutes later, Muya stood up. "All right, sit here. I'll go make dinner first."

Muya hadn't expected Tom to respond anyway. If he still wanted to make a move against her, she would simply hand him over to Dumbledore.

However, as Muya looked at the spatula in her hand, she realized her house was rather unusual.

Tom, sitting on the sofa, opened his eyes. With one hand, he picked up a pineapple plushie placed to his left and tossed it onto the sofa opposite him.

Muya casually made a few dishes she liked. She didn't care whether Tom liked them or not. Having food at all was good enough.

"Senior Tom outside, if you still have hands, come in and help carry the dishes." Since she was cooking, Muya hadn't brought her wand with her.

"Can't do wandless magic?" Tom's slightly disdainful voice drifted from the living room into the kitchen, making Muya roll her eyes.

Then Muya walked out of the kitchen carrying two bowls of rice, followed by a cluster of dishes floating through the air.

Tom had originally paid no attention to food, which was nothing more than something to fill one's stomach, yet he still sat down to Muya's left.

Tom: Foreign food really does taste better.

"By the way, Senior, how did you end up inside the diary?" Muya asked naturally, as though the person she was questioning were one of her closest friends.

Tom set down his bowl and fork. Since he didn't know how to use chopsticks, she had no choice but to give him a fork.

"Do you know what a Horcrux is?"

Muya shook her head. How much could she possibly know