This Statue Is a Little Ugly

Muya narrowed her eyes, then shook her head. "So, you know he's at the school, right?"

Dumbledore paused, smiling helplessly as he raised a hand to signal Muya to follow him.

"Oh, child, is he still with you now?"

"Yes. Do you want to meet Senior Tom? He should still be in bed at this hour."

Dumbledore: "..." What was going on?

"What is his name?"

Muya looked at Dumbledore speechlessly, her face plainly saying, Don't you know?

"Tom Riddle."

It really was him. Dumbledore was stunned.

Suddenly thinking of something, Muya smiled. "Senior Tom even tried to scare me by saying he was Voldemort."

Dumbledore rubbed his forehead. Child, had she considered the possibility that he was telling the truth?

"He really is Voldemort."

"What?!" Muya let out a piercing shriek in the Headmaster's office.

That night, Muya returned home to find Tom sitting on the sofa in a shirt, reading the newspaper in his hands.

Muya cautiously sat as far away from Tom as possible. Tom raised his eyes. "What's wrong today? Why are you sitting so far away?"

He smiled teasingly.

Muya immediately got up and went to the kitchen, returning with freshly washed grapes. Forcing a smile, she asked, "Senior, would you like some fruit?"

Senior Tom—no, Voldemort—probably wasn't the kind of wizard who held grudges over every little thing, right...?

Tom set down the newspaper, picked up a grape, and popped it into his mouth. "What guilty thing did you do?"

Muya: "..." Huh?

"Senior, bro, I'm going to sleep first. Have fun!" Muya hurriedly fled the scene.

No, why had she never realized this guy was so scary before?

After entering her room, Muya decisively sat down in her computer chair. Tomorrow was her day off, so she would play a game first.

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