Chapter 465 Cleaning the battlefield

"You, what are you going to do?!" Malfoy's voice was a bit shrill. Of course, this was not his intention. He also wanted to scare off the prefect of the Badger House with a low and majestic voice, but look at him How it looks now!

His left and right cheeks were swollen, and his face was smeared with tears and snot. There seemed to be something moving in his throat, causing him to only use the upper half of his voice. Two small black bats would come out of his nose from time to time, surrounding him. His nose licked and licked.

Malfoy was about to faint.

Especially since the other party found a single room and said he wanted to have a private chat with him.

"I'm going to tell dad! Just wait for bad luck!" Although this scene was so miserable that it was unbearable to look at, Malfoy, the little master of committing suicide, was still shouting there, as if doing so would bring him courage.

Robert rubbed his chin. Yes, with the relationship between the Malfoy family and Voldemort, if he talked nonsense in front of Voldemort, he would be fine, but the little badgers who helped him would be in big trouble.

With this thought in mind, Robert clapped his palms with his wand and walked around Malfoy several times until he was so nervous that he felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he still shouted in a stern voice, "If you kneel down and beg me, I will let you go!"

"That's not okay, Mr. Malfoy." Robert knelt down, took out his camera, and smiled at him, "Surely you wouldn't mind taking some photos, right?"

Malfoy didn't know why.

However, within three minutes, he realized what Robert was going to do with a look of horror on his face.

When it comes to methods of torturing people, Muggle society has had no shortage of masters since ancient times, and there will be a few records left in books. Although it is not recommended, it does not prevent Robert from taking out those bloody photos, color drawings and the like. Scare people.

So even if he didn't cast the Cruciatus Curse, Malfoy was tortured to death by Robert.

After taking some more exciting photos, Robert put away the camera with satisfaction, "Okay, Mr. Malfoy, did you have a good time today? If you reveal anything about today, these photos will be available to every wizard." It has spread in the family. In that case, the Malfoy family will definitely be embarrassed by you, and Mr. Lucius and Ms. Narcissa will also be disappointed, right? So, please be sure not to tell anyone what happened today. "

When Robert was "training" Malfoy, the little badgers had already taken advantage of the time their classmates had bought for themselves to cast a forgetting spell on each Slytherin, heal their wounds, and then put these little snakes Drag them to windowsills, steps, corridors and other places, so that they will only think that they were knocked unconscious by Peeves while doing something, and will not have other suspicions.

It was the first time for the little badgers in the lower grades to do this kind of thing. Although everyone was forced to sign a confidentiality agreement, this could not dampen their excitement. Their cheeks were red and their eyes were shining brightly. They were not punished for doing bad things. The parents were secretly happy to find out.

Soon, before lunch, the little badgers had finished cleaning the battlefield and happily walked back to the auditorium to eat, arm in arm.

I have to say that after everyone learned the Forgetting Charm, the number of points deducted has been greatly reduced. Even the victims don’t remember that they were bullied. The professors can’t catch Hufflepuff and deduct points for life, right?

Only Malfoy remembered everything, but he was successfully threatened.

He stared at Robert, as if he wanted to remember him completely in his mind.

Robert was still wary of Malfoy. Although many people said that Malfoy was just a spoiled young master who was blinded by jealousy, that was from an outsider's perspective.

If you really meet this kind of person in reality, those who can bear not to quarrel with him have a Buddhist mentality, and those who can bear not to hit others are saints.

This kind of person only cares about his own face. Before he feels real fear and pain, he will only want to spare no effort to defeat you, instead of thinking about how to live in peace with you.

A tough one.

It was a bit difficult for the Malfoy family to intervene in matters at school, but with their son's constant requests and Lucius's need of someone to establish his authority, something that would never happen again took a big detour. Circle, back to the starting point.

"Robert, do you want to go to the paddock together?" Hermione hugged the book with a look of worry on her face, "We are going to comfort Hagrid."

Robert put down the book in his hand, his face full of confusion, "Comfort Hagrid? What's the reason? Could it be that... someone is causing trouble in his class again?"

"I think this might be more sad than someone causing trouble in his class." Hermione sniffed, as if she wanted to cry, "Buckbeak, that good boy, is going to be executed."

"???" Robert asked with a black question mark on his face, "Wait a minute, what did you say? Buckbeak? Why was it executed?"

"Because Malfoy said that the hippogriff caused unimaginable damage to his spirit, causing him to tremble all over when he sees a horse." Hermione put her hand on her forehead, "Oh my god. Now, he's slandering, he's already better... Oh, poor Hagrid, Buckbeak is his best friend, and now he can't help him."

Robert almost laughed out of anger, "Then he is going to say that as long as Buckbeak dies, his equine phobia will immediately return."

"I heard that a St. Mungo's healer said that if the creature that scares him dies." Hermione's face was filled with anger, "then Malfoy has a chance of recovery."

"Hmm, that means there is a chance that he will not be able to recover." Robert was speechless. "Which therapist is so boring that he would lie to others by saying such things."

"The other party doesn't want to be named." Hermione said helplessly, "I have already written to Mr. Weasley and Sirius. I wonder if they have any friends in this regard."

Robert nodded, "It's right to find them, but you don't want them to help you find a therapist friend to prove that the treatment plan given by that therapist is wrong, right?"

Hermione looked at him doubtfully, "Why not? As long as it's proven that the therapist is lying, Buckbeak won't be executed, right?"

"Generally speaking, a therapist will not testify in court that another therapist's testimony is wrong." Robert shrugged. "The therapists at St. Mungo's are almost too busy to testify in court. At most, they will testify in court. Just produce a piece of evidence, and now it’s up to the judge to decide.”

"That is to say..." Hermione blinked, "Should I go to Dumbledore about this matter?"

Robert held his forehead and said, "Don't be like this Hermione, Principal Dumbledore will not summon members of the Wizengamot to participate in the trial for a hippogriff. That is too exaggerated!"