After Lucius left, his head drenched in cold sweat.
Only then did Shawn walk over to the desk and casually leaf through the magic books on it.
"Although the Fawley family is handling the addresses of those old fossils, have your people investigate too. We need to get rid of those hidebound relics as soon as possible."
Tom kept his head slightly lowered, reading intently, and gave an almost imperceptible nod.
Shawn was honestly at a loss for words. How long had it been already? Still, he could only continue helplessly.
"Any progress on the curse?"
Tom finally looked up from his book at Shawn, his expression revealing nothing.
This time, he did not take out his wand to write in midair. Instead, he wrote without a word or a wand.
Rows of Firework Letters appeared between them.
"Voldemort studied curses extensively, as you can see from his curse on the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor position. For now, there's nothing I can do about that ring. I suggest having someone else die in our place. Leaving the ring in the Gaunt Shack isn't safe, after all."
Shawn could only marvel at Tom's ingenuity. He had actually invented a spell just to make typing out conversations easier.
Put this guy twenty years into the future, and he would probably be addicted to his phone.
But who could read backward lettering? Defeated by Tom's approach, Shawn had to move around to the front.
Yet after reading the words floating in the air, he felt torn.
It was not that he could not bear to find someone to die in their place. There were plenty of people who deserved death.
Rather, he was wondering whether to keep the Horcrux ring as a means of bringing down Dumbledore.
After all, there were