One afternoon in physical education class, the children in the orphanage discovered a strange thing.

Tom, who has always been a loner and even withdrawn, actually participated in group activities, not only playing games with them, but also feeding rabbits with them.

Although he still looked at them with his disdainful gaze, and did not say a good word to them, his tone was even bad. But he participated, and that was surprising enough.

The more sensitive children could feel that all this change was due to the new teacher, and because of her appearance, Tom had become different.

He would smile politely and appropriately at her, like a little gentleman, and show his trust and tenderness in front of her.

But only Tao Bao herself knows that this trust and gentleness can disappear at any time because of her little mistakes.

Fortunately, she was cautious enough, careful enough, and confident enough to withstand his trust and gentleness.

At the end of the afternoon activity, everyone gathered together for dinner, and after praying, the dormitory master began to send the children back to their rooms, and no children were allowed to appear outside the lounge at night.

At night in the early twentieth century, there were too few things for children to entertain.

After washing up at eight o'clock in the evening, I went to bed, and then after waiting for the dormitory director to leave, a small head came out of the quilt and chatted quietly.

They talk about the fairies in the picture books, and also about the interesting things that happened during the day, and the small voices bring a different warmth to this cold night.

Tom still didn't bother to talk to the children in the lounge, he was one of the biggest kids in the room, and the room was full of younger children, and their topics were so childish that he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

And his peers were still boring in his eyes, and he couldn't afford to talk to them.

The head of the dormitory had never been able to control a child like him, not to mention that the door to the lounge had not been closed at all.

However, the hostel master, the hateful woman, slept in a private room outside the common room, and he had to wait until she was asleep if he wanted to get out.

Tom rolled over, his back to the children, and he reached out of the warm quilt, holding a pair of black gloves in his white, slender hands.

He looked at the pair of gloves in front of him, and his originally empty heart was warmed little by little, although the cold wind outside the window rustled at this time, he did not feel cold.

There was a snoring sound outside the lounge, Tom's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a flash of disgust flashed in his eyes.

He put on his gloves, sat up under the familiar gaze of all the children, put on his clothes and trousers, and walked to the door in light gray plush slippers.

The black gloves clearly didn't fit, and he slipped twice when he opened the doorknob to open it.

As usual, he turned around gloomily and warned the children in the room with his eyes, and when he saw that they covered their mouths and lowered their heads, he hooked the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, walked out of the door, and walked past the dormitory master who slept like a dead pig, and walked to the attic.

There was no moon tonight, and the hallway was pitch black, and the distant window shone with a hazy white light, the only source of light in the hallway.

The candles in the corridor at night are not lit, mainly to prevent children from sneaking out. After all, it is a child, and he has a natural fear of the dark, and there is really no child who dares to run through it in such a corridor.

Tom was obviously not among them, he had done this for an unknown number of times, and he was able to deftly avoid the ornaments in the hallway.

Walking down the long hallway, he came to the end of the hallway, where there was a staircase that led to the attic.

He knew she was inside, and he wanted to talk to her.

But looking at the darkness under the crack in the door, he stopped at the top of the stairs and hesitated for a long time.

I think I'm already resting.

But she hadn't said goodnight to him yet......

"Click!" was a sound of branches breaking, resounding very clearly in the silence of the night.

Tom was about to go upstairs to knock on Tao Bao's door to say goodnight to her, when he suddenly heard this noise, subconsciously stopped, and turned his head to look out of the white window......

Is that...... Do two people float in mid-air and fight?

"Who's peeking in the dark!" a man's shout rang out, Tom's pupils shrank sharply, and he quickly ducked around the corner of the stairs.

"Billy, how long are you going to escape?" another voice sounded, he didn't seem to want to pay attention to the people in the shadows, he just wanted to deal with the people on the other side as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, the man didn't seem to want to talk to him, and instead swept his gaze towards the second-floor window.

"According to the rules of the guild, we can't be exposed to Muggles, and I think this matter is more important than yours!"

Tom was startled when he heard this, looked at the closed door, turned and ran upstairs.

Unfortunately, a white light moved faster than him, and just as his hand was about to touch the door, the white light stopped in front of him.

Tom knew that this thing was definitely not a good thing, and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

He panicked because he didn't know what the white light was trying to do to him.

He didn't dare to act rashly, but the white light only paused for less than a second before it attacked him.

"No!" Tom let out a low breath and subconsciously stepped back, but he forgot about the steps behind him, not the platform.

The gray plush slippers were the biggest obstacle to his retreat, and Tom's feet slipped straight out of the slippers.

The weightlessness and white light hit at the same time, and Tom subconsciously opened his mouth to call out her name.

"Tao Bao save me!"

The white light radiated in front of his eyes, stinging him from opening his eyes.

In a panic, he fell into a warm embrace, a faint fragrance penetrating the tip of his nose, and Tom's panicked expression was immediately replaced by surprise.

"Is this how you wizards' guild people treat ordinary civilians?"

Tao Bao raised his hand and waved away the white ** method in front of Tom, as if what she was wielding was not the attack of the great magician, but the light smoke.

Tom heard her voice and opened his eyes in surprise, and saw her perfectly curvy face, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, full of mockery and indifference.

Tao Bao turned his head to look at him, helped him up, patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to stay still, gathered the black coat he was wearing on his body, and walked down the stairs with graceful steps, towards the window.

Tom felt that at this moment she was not wearing slippers, but a pair of luxurious high heels, and the loose pajamas on her body were not pajamas, but a gorgeous black evening gown.

She tugged at her cloak like the Queen of the Night, lifted her haughty head, and walked towards her enemies, her pretty eyes full of contempt for them![.]