"Hey, Tom, can I sleep with you?"
"No."
"Tom, I'm cold and I'm going to catch a cold!"
"Wizards don't catch colds."
"Tom..."
He blinked, waved his wand and blew up his bed before looking at the young man on the other bed.
The young man waved his hand, and a brand new bed immediately appeared out of thin air: "Okay."
"..." He stared at the black-haired young man who didn't like him at all, and finally got angry: "Tom! You are not friendly at all!"
[Tom, he is angry.
It will be fine tomorrow. Nagini, it's time for you to sleep.
Lord Voldemort, do you prefer 1 or 7?
1.
Why?
7, There are too many people grabbing it.