The Thestral ran, pulling the carriage behind it as it touched down on the ground, its hooves striking the smooth paved stone with a rhythmic clip-clop.
Through the window, the scenery outside gradually slowed to a halt like a painting. Wenxiu Lord and Tom Riddle exchanged a glance, then simultaneously drew the wands hidden within their sleeves.
Pearly-white magic rippled across the two of them, and with every step they took, their appearances shifted slightly.
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