Tolerating Wenxiu Lord's outrageous remarks was already Tom Riddle's absolute limit. The man waved his hand in dismissal; looking at the silver-haired boy for even a second longer would make him instinctively raise his wand.
Wenxiu Lord had no desire to linger either. He needed to hurry back to the manor as soon as possible and take a thorough bath to wash away the bad luck.
The platinum-haired young man waiting in the corridor made no effort to conceal the anxiety on his face. His inner turmoil and worry grew increasingly severe the longer Wenxiu Lord remained inside the room.
Chapter 227