The wailing from outside the corridor was plaintive and melodramatic. Anyone unaware of the situation would have thought the three of them were up to some unspeakable shady business behind closed doors.
Annoyed beyond reason by the shameless pest outside, Tom Riddle felt the veins at his temples throb, though the lingering annoyance and jealousy in his heart completely vanished.
He flicked his magic toward the door with a sharp *bang*.
Chapter 457