Chapter 93: The dead Malfoy, a knowing blow
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
Malfoy simply disappeared for a whole day before reappearing in the Great Hall.
He endured the strange looks of others and tasted breakfast in silence at the long table. The faint smell made the Slytherin snakes shy away from Malfoy. Only two young followers, Crabbe and Goyle, remained loyal. stay beside him.
At this time, Malfoy was also heartbroken. He knew exactly where the big dung eggs came from. The only people in this castle who could make such disgusting things were the poor Weasleys.
But he didn't know what the pair of red-haired nuisances had added to it, leaving him with a lingering stench.
What's even more devastating is that his father, who is a school director, didn't catch the murderer. Not only that, he was scolded, oh no, twice, and his own dean. Although he didn't say anything dirty, there was a look in his eyes. Malfoy's blame could not be clearer.
After a frightening night, Malfoy came back to his senses and vaguely guessed who the murderer was. After all, he knew best who the person he had offended the most recently was.
At this time, the murderer walked into the auditorium, and Malfoy stared at him with a gloomy expression, as if he wanted to read the four bright words on his head - I am the murderer.
Suer naturally noticed Malfoy's gaze.
Oh, Malfoy isn't stupid either.
However, this is not the end.
Soul's face remained normal, and he sat down at the long table of Hufflepuff with Morne, chatting and laughing. He did not go to Gryffindor today because the two houses were not together in the class later.
Malfoy was still staring in Sur's direction, when a large group of owls came huffing and puffing over the auditorium.
A lot more than usual.
Oh, here it comes.
Su Er nodded with satisfaction. The school's owls were very punctual, and, for such a short distance, they could be hired as long as there were enough nuts.
This letter was received by all the young wizards dining in the Great Hall.
There was nothing else in the letter, just some photos that Colin had developed.
The copying spell is very easy to use, but unfortunately, the spell does not last long, but it is definitely enough to give Malfoy a touch up.
Just as Sur predicted, the little wizards in the auditorium all laughed after opening the envelope.
From time to time, I would chat with the friends next to me, and then laugh and look at the Slytherin table together.
Malfoy was completely unaware of this and was still staring at Soul, turning a blind eye to the envelope that fell in front of him.
"Draco, you'd better take a look at this." Crabbe carefully touched the boss who was not in a good state.
Malfoy took the envelope and his face turned red.
The photographer's photography skills are very good. The photo vividly shows that he was under a spell and then had close contact with the soil in a laughing posture. From this angle, you can even see mud in his mouth.
It's really a mouthful of mud.
You are indeed the murderer!Malfoy stood up with a roar, then glared at Soul at the Hufflepuff table, and left the auditorium without saying a word.
If you don't leave now, will you be laughed at like a monkey in the auditorium?
Suhr naturally noticed Malfoy's gaze before leaving, but he just smiled and threw the photo aside and started to finish breakfast.
Anyway, there is no evidence, and it is impossible for the adults to lower themselves and deal with him, unless Lucius kidnaps him and gives him veritaserum in front of Dumbledore.
Well, unless he was willing to face the angry Hogwarts professors.
As for Malfoy, a 12-year-old child, Soul was even less likely to be afraid of him.
However, to Soul's surprise, Malfoy approached him alone in the afternoon.
In his words, he was very sure that what happened to him in the past two days was at the hands of Suer.
But Suer pretended to be stupid and passed by in a daze.
"What did you say? I don't know? I sympathize with you too."
Who knows if Malfoy has any magic spells or alchemy tools that can record photos, and Soul can't be stupid enough to reveal a flaw.
However, Malfoy stayed calm and behaved like a good boy until October came and stayed out of trouble. He even went to Hermione to apologize for his words after a joint Gryffindor and Slytherin class.
Gee, this was obviously someone's plan. Suer guessed it was Malfoy's father, the director.
However, it is gratifying that the matter has come to an end. Soul vented his anger and Hermione also expressed her forgiveness.
Congrats, congratulations.
Cedric also joined Soul and Hermione's study group to study the feasibility of transforming single magic into group magic. The results were gratifying. At least Soul was able to disperse four feathers into the air, and Cedric was even more powerful. Some, after all, had two more years of growth than Sur, but it was limited to the floating spell.
After all, the Levitation Spell is the most basic and introductory magic. They still have a long way to go on this road.
Soul named this magical technique diffusion.
Professor McGonagall was very satisfied with Soul's progress. After passing her assessment, Professor McGonagall wrote a lot of book titles with one stroke of her pen.
And just when Soul was busy carrying knowledge into his head like a squirrel, October came, and the damp cold air filled the grass and spread into the castle. A cold suddenly became popular among the staff and students. Madam Pomfrey was confused.
Professor Snape's latest lesson naturally turned to brewing a pick-me-up potion.
Hermione also had a cold, and after drinking the pick-me-up she made, smoke came out of her ears and hair.
"Why are you laughing?" She glared at Su Er who was sitting aside, her little hands ready to hit Su Er who was laughing at her hard at any time.
'Afraid' of the murderous gaze of the little lioness, Sur struggled to hold back his laughter.
But when he looked up again and saw columns of smoke coming out of Hermione's ears, he couldn't help but laugh.
It's so cute.
But Hermione obviously didn't think she was cute. She stretched out her little hand and gritted her teeth tightly.
"Sul!!"
"Hiccup..." Harry hiccupped inexplicably. He looked at Ron on the side and sighed in unison.
The weather became worse and worse in the next few days. Raindrops as big as bullets hit the castle windows without stopping for several days. The lake water rose, the flower beds were muddy, and the pumpkins planted by Hagrid swelled greatly. The largest one seemed to Soul enough to be a pumpkin cart.
It’s quite interesting to think about it?Turn on the four wheels and let Ye Qi be responsible for pulling the pumpkin cart.
Hmm... Ye Qi pulls the cart, which symbolizes death. Why is there something wrong with this fairy tale?
Halloween was coming, and Soul felt like he had forgotten something, until one day he saw the invitation letter from Harry to the [-]th anniversary party of Ghost Nico's death, and asked him if he was interested in going with him.
Only then did Su Er remember something that he had not thought of all this time.
The secret room is about to open, and the first victim is about to appear!
ps: I’m too busy at work, so I’ll take advantage of my break to make up for the second update.
The New Year is coming soon. I wish you and your ladies a happy New Year in advance.
He endured the strange looks of others and tasted breakfast in silence at the long table. The faint smell made the Slytherin snakes shy away from Malfoy. Only two young followers, Crabbe and Goyle, remained loyal. stay beside him.
At this time, Malfoy was also heartbroken. He knew exactly where the big dung eggs came from. The only people in this castle who could make such disgusting things were the poor Weasleys.
But he didn't know what the pair of red-haired nuisances had added to it, leaving him with a lingering stench.
What's even more devastating is that his father, who is a school director, didn't catch the murderer. Not only that, he was scolded, oh no, twice, and his own dean. Although he didn't say anything dirty, there was a look in his eyes. Malfoy's blame could not be clearer.
After a frightening night, Malfoy came back to his senses and vaguely guessed who the murderer was. After all, he knew best who the person he had offended the most recently was.
At this time, the murderer walked into the auditorium, and Malfoy stared at him with a gloomy expression, as if he wanted to read the four bright words on his head - I am the murderer.
Suer naturally noticed Malfoy's gaze.
Oh, Malfoy isn't stupid either.
However, this is not the end.
Soul's face remained normal, and he sat down at the long table of Hufflepuff with Morne, chatting and laughing. He did not go to Gryffindor today because the two houses were not together in the class later.
Malfoy was still staring in Sur's direction, when a large group of owls came huffing and puffing over the auditorium.
A lot more than usual.
Oh, here it comes.
Su Er nodded with satisfaction. The school's owls were very punctual, and, for such a short distance, they could be hired as long as there were enough nuts.
This letter was received by all the young wizards dining in the Great Hall.
There was nothing else in the letter, just some photos that Colin had developed.
The copying spell is very easy to use, but unfortunately, the spell does not last long, but it is definitely enough to give Malfoy a touch up.
Just as Sur predicted, the little wizards in the auditorium all laughed after opening the envelope.
From time to time, I would chat with the friends next to me, and then laugh and look at the Slytherin table together.
Malfoy was completely unaware of this and was still staring at Soul, turning a blind eye to the envelope that fell in front of him.
"Draco, you'd better take a look at this." Crabbe carefully touched the boss who was not in a good state.
Malfoy took the envelope and his face turned red.
The photographer's photography skills are very good. The photo vividly shows that he was under a spell and then had close contact with the soil in a laughing posture. From this angle, you can even see mud in his mouth.
It's really a mouthful of mud.
You are indeed the murderer!Malfoy stood up with a roar, then glared at Soul at the Hufflepuff table, and left the auditorium without saying a word.
If you don't leave now, will you be laughed at like a monkey in the auditorium?
Suhr naturally noticed Malfoy's gaze before leaving, but he just smiled and threw the photo aside and started to finish breakfast.
Anyway, there is no evidence, and it is impossible for the adults to lower themselves and deal with him, unless Lucius kidnaps him and gives him veritaserum in front of Dumbledore.
Well, unless he was willing to face the angry Hogwarts professors.
As for Malfoy, a 12-year-old child, Soul was even less likely to be afraid of him.
However, to Soul's surprise, Malfoy approached him alone in the afternoon.
In his words, he was very sure that what happened to him in the past two days was at the hands of Suer.
But Suer pretended to be stupid and passed by in a daze.
"What did you say? I don't know? I sympathize with you too."
Who knows if Malfoy has any magic spells or alchemy tools that can record photos, and Soul can't be stupid enough to reveal a flaw.
However, Malfoy stayed calm and behaved like a good boy until October came and stayed out of trouble. He even went to Hermione to apologize for his words after a joint Gryffindor and Slytherin class.
Gee, this was obviously someone's plan. Suer guessed it was Malfoy's father, the director.
However, it is gratifying that the matter has come to an end. Soul vented his anger and Hermione also expressed her forgiveness.
Congrats, congratulations.
Cedric also joined Soul and Hermione's study group to study the feasibility of transforming single magic into group magic. The results were gratifying. At least Soul was able to disperse four feathers into the air, and Cedric was even more powerful. Some, after all, had two more years of growth than Sur, but it was limited to the floating spell.
After all, the Levitation Spell is the most basic and introductory magic. They still have a long way to go on this road.
Soul named this magical technique diffusion.
Professor McGonagall was very satisfied with Soul's progress. After passing her assessment, Professor McGonagall wrote a lot of book titles with one stroke of her pen.
And just when Soul was busy carrying knowledge into his head like a squirrel, October came, and the damp cold air filled the grass and spread into the castle. A cold suddenly became popular among the staff and students. Madam Pomfrey was confused.
Professor Snape's latest lesson naturally turned to brewing a pick-me-up potion.
Hermione also had a cold, and after drinking the pick-me-up she made, smoke came out of her ears and hair.
"Why are you laughing?" She glared at Su Er who was sitting aside, her little hands ready to hit Su Er who was laughing at her hard at any time.
'Afraid' of the murderous gaze of the little lioness, Sur struggled to hold back his laughter.
But when he looked up again and saw columns of smoke coming out of Hermione's ears, he couldn't help but laugh.
It's so cute.
But Hermione obviously didn't think she was cute. She stretched out her little hand and gritted her teeth tightly.
"Sul!!"
"Hiccup..." Harry hiccupped inexplicably. He looked at Ron on the side and sighed in unison.
The weather became worse and worse in the next few days. Raindrops as big as bullets hit the castle windows without stopping for several days. The lake water rose, the flower beds were muddy, and the pumpkins planted by Hagrid swelled greatly. The largest one seemed to Soul enough to be a pumpkin cart.
It’s quite interesting to think about it?Turn on the four wheels and let Ye Qi be responsible for pulling the pumpkin cart.
Hmm... Ye Qi pulls the cart, which symbolizes death. Why is there something wrong with this fairy tale?
Halloween was coming, and Soul felt like he had forgotten something, until one day he saw the invitation letter from Harry to the [-]th anniversary party of Ghost Nico's death, and asked him if he was interested in going with him.
Only then did Su Er remember something that he had not thought of all this time.
The secret room is about to open, and the first victim is about to appear!
ps: I’m too busy at work, so I’ll take advantage of my break to make up for the second update.
The New Year is coming soon. I wish you and your ladies a happy New Year in advance.
