Although he wanted nothing more than to torture Lockhart with the Cruciatus Curse a hundred times, Tom suppressed his venomous malice.
Flattery flowed out as though by instinct:
"Sir Lockhart, our most urgent task is to come up with a workable plan. As your most devoted admirer, I have a very... oh no, compared with your great wisdom, it might be no more than a firefly beside the sun.
But it is still an interesting plan. Would you care to hear it?"
After saying that, Tom froze again. Did I really say something that disgusting?
Lockhart had no idea what Tom inside the Diary was thinking. Reading the words on its pages, he immediately looked pleased.
This strange book was so well-spoken and even had a little "insignificant" talent. He really was growing fonder of Tom by the day.
Lockhart eagerly picked up his pen:
"Oh? Let's hear it."
In the profound darkness, an illusory light slipped through a crack, like a faint lamp suddenly lighting up in the night.
Zhang Xiao's eyelids twitched twice. The darkness receded like a tide, leaving a hazy glow around him. He could make nothing out until, after a long while, everything began to come into focus.
His stalled thoughts slowly stirred back to life. Looking at the privacy curtains around him and the familiar ceiling, Zhang Xiao took quite some time to realize where he was.
Could it be... that the Hospital Wing has become my respawn point?
He checked his condition. Apart from the soreness that came from sleeping too long, he felt surprisingly refreshed.
"You're awake, great, radiant, noble, merciful young master!"
A tiny, high-pitched voice sounded beside his ear. He turned in surprise and found a little House-elf standing by his bed, holding a snow-white towel.
The elf looked