Tom Riddle, standing in front of Wenxiu Lord, missed the flash of pity in the boy's eyes.
By the time he turned around, the expression on the boy's face had already shifted into haughty arrogance.
Wenxiu Lord put away his wand and linked his arm through the man's, lifting his chin proudly and lowering his gaze to look down at the defeated woman on the floor, whose blood was staining the expensive carpet.
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