A few days ago, the contents of a letter sent to Tom Riddle were seen by a few people. In the days leading up to Christmas, the silver-haired boy was kept firmly in line by them. It was no wonder Wenxiu Lord felt his life was in danger. With all of them present, it was impossible for anyone to force him into anything lewd. It was unclear when they had reached a consensus, but they simply divided Wenxiu Lord’s time among themselves, half a day here and half a day there.
Wenxiu Lord, the person being sliced up like a melon, dared not protest; otherwise, the consequences would be far worse than simply spending time alone with them. And so, he became their exclusive tag-along, "happily" enough. Fortunately, it only lasted a few days, so it didn't interfere with his studies or his work. Aside from the need to use his wits against those few, Wenxiu Lord actually had a rather pleasant time. He even picked up his long-neglected flying broomstick and spent the better part of a day at the Quidditch pitch with Sirius.
Though his spirits were lifted, the physical exhaustion soon caught up with him. It wasn't until today, Christmas Day, that he finally felt caught up. After spending the night in Regulus’s dormitory, Wenxiu Lord stumbled back to his own room this morning, eyes half-closed, after a groggy wash. He walked to his bedside, closed his eyes, and collapsed onto the bed.
Chapter 364