Half a day earlier, some three or four hours before Shawn headed to Hogwarts.
In a guest room on the second floor of the Black family home.
Theodore slept quietly on an exquisite four-poster bed, his silver hair spread across half the mattress.
Golden and black halos constantly lingered between his brows, intertwined.
Creak!
The door slowly opened, and Kreacher came in carrying dinner.
Seeing that the Nott boy was still fast asleep, the old house-elf muttered a few indistinct words.
He set dinner on the bedside table, then began pounding his own head with heavy thumps.
"Oh, wretched Kreacher! He failed the young master's instructions and did not take good care of the Nott boy."
Just as Kreacher became absorbed in punishing himself, Theodore abruptly opened his eyes, and the halos between his brows contracted into his body.
His sapphire eyes had turned entirely black, even the whites, like two bottomless chasms that seemed to be nurturing evil demons within.
The next moment, rings of golden ripples spread outward from the centers of his pupils, washing away the black and revealing their original blue.
The black and gold merged into bronze, a color suffused with divinity.
After a struggle, Theodore's eyes settled into bronze whites and blue pupils.
These unusual eyes resembled those of certain mystical cats, adding an eerie mystery to the aloof, austere young man.
Theodore suddenly sat up, his aura erupting as his long silver hair fluttered, then slowly gathered behind his back.
The disturbance interrupted Kreacher's self-punishment. He turned around and met Theodore's uncanny gaze.
Kreacher immediately felt his whole body stiffen, and every secret in his heart was scanned.
In particular, the oppressive presence of this young master of the Nott family felt much like that of his own young master over a year