Friends?
Tiffany assumed Thomas was referring to her friends. She didn't think much of it and happily took Thomas's arm, following him into the school.
When Thomas, with Tiffany on his arm, walked into the dance, they instantly attracted the attention of most people present.
After all, Thomas was incredibly eye-catching—dressed in a black coat and wearing a white mask, it was hard not to leave a lasting impression.
Thomas was unaffected by the attention; he seemed already accustomed to being in the spotlight.
The two of them made their way through the dance floor and sat down in the dining area.
Thomas didn't rush to sit down but scanned the surroundings with a deep gaze.
"What are you looking at, Thomas?" Tiffany asked with concern.
"Nothing much," Thomas smiled, but Tiffany could only see a slight change in Thomas's eyes through the mask.
Before Tiffany could say anything, her friends came over from not far away, sitting around the table.
"Sir, may I ask if you're really..." One of the girls asked, hands clasped to her chest.
But the question was only half-asked; you can't just directly ask about someone's accent, can you?
Even a mindless American sweetheart felt it was too impolite to do so.
"If you think so," Thomas's voice was magnetic, with a traditional Oxford accent.
Tiffany's friends immediately screamed; to them, the accent was incredibly sexy.
Of course, even Thomas himself couldn't quite grasp their train of thought.
Just a simple sentence, why scream?
—Don't you think it's a bit too soon to scream now?
They surrounded Thomas, bombarding him with questions, and Thomas patiently answered each one.
Soon, a waiter arrived at the hall, serving each table their meals.
Only then did the girls reluctantly settle back into their seats.
Thomas seemed uninterested in the food in front of him, instead observing the surroundings as if he was very intrigued by them.
"Why aren't you eating, Thomas?" Tiffany asked with a smile.
"I'm on a diet recently," Thomas replied gently.
"Your figure is great, Thomas," Tiffany said with an adoring smile, "You don't need to starve yourself."
She was certainly a fan of Thomas — whether it was his knowledge, his life experiences, or the small magic tricks he occasionally demonstrated, all made Tiffany deeply in love with this boy.
Before Thomas could speak, music filled the entire hall.
At the same time, more than a dozen men dressed in black robes entered from outside.
Their outfits seemed completely out of place with the style of the dance, looking like something from decades ago.
After entering the hall, these people walked straight toward Thomas.
The young men and women who had initially planned to enter the dance floor stopped and turned their attention to the direction of these ominous black-robed men.
Simultaneously, Thomas put a hand into his robe and slowly stood up.
Seeing Thomas's actions, the surrounding students were stunned, losing interest in watching the drama, and promptly moved aside.
This is the heavy experience of old players in desperate situations.
Even having been in high school for only two years, they knew shootings were no joke.
Exposed to such things from an early age, and having been taught by some unnamed people, everyone understood what this action meant.
Generally speaking, putting a hand into your coat typically means there's some caliber inside.
However, just as they were intently watching Thomas's hand movements, slowly backing away to leave, they saw Thomas pull out a small wooden wand from his coat.
This left everyone dumbfounded.
They thought Thomas would pull out a Glock 17, or perhaps an FN57, maybe even a M1911—turns out, just this?
A small wand, what kind of damage can such a thing cause?
"You are surrounded, mysterious sir."
The leader of the long-coated men said, not looking at the surrounding crowd, as if they were mere spectators irrelevant to him.
They certainly knew the identity of this 'mysterious sir,' but they simply refused to believe it—everyone knew the Voldemort who once dominated the British Magic World was dead, demolished by a one-year-old baby, including Scamander, who recently visited the American Magic Congress to give pointers, but they refused to believe, thinking the British were using it as a scheme to annex the American Magic World.
Yet this mysterious sir was indeed troubling for the American Magic Congress, as he had caused enough chaos in the United States over the years.
First, he slaughtered many Magical Creatures, then performed mysterious sacrificial rituals, and murdered Muggles across major cities...
They tracked Voldemort all the way and finally found him in San Diego.
Fortunately, this time, they arrived on the scene before the mysterious sir could begin his slaughter.
It's not too late!
He is merely a Dark Wizard who wields brutal force against Muggles!