Chapter 48 No one knows school rules better than me

"Duel assistant? Me?!" Les was in a daze for a moment when he heard Malfoy's request. The last time someone asked him to be a duel assistant was a thousand years ago.

"Malfoy, you-" Daphne wanted to refuse on behalf of Les, but Les raised his hand and told her not to rush.

"Draco Malfoy, are you sure you want to participate in the duel?" Les's interest was completely lifted by Malfoy.

Duel, this is a duel!

But with whom did Malfoy have such a big hatred that he had to fight to the death?

Malfoy swallowed, nodded, and added: "But it's not a life-or-death duel. It's just that I plan to resolve some personal grudges with the Gryffindor Potter."

Les nodded: This is in line with his speculation. It is reasonable. It would be strange if Malfoy had to fight to the death with others. Moreover, it is quite difficult for a wizard of this age to use magic to kill people.

"One hundred galleons, give me one hundred galleons and I will be your dueling assistant."

"Why don't you grab it?!" Malfoy's eyes almost popped out of his head.

One hundred galleons! This amount of money almost covers the annual expenses of an ordinary wizarding family of three, and is enough to drain Malfoy's small coffers dry.

"This is already a preferential price." Les spread his hands, indicating that the price is already extremely favorable and cannot be more favorable.

A thousand years ago, you wanted to hire him as a duel assistant for a hundred gold coins? What are you dreaming about?

Of course, one is fighting a life-and-death fight with a powerful dark wizard, while the other is helping children stand up. The difficulty of the tasks is very different. But his identity was here, and his relationship with Draco Malfoy was not very close. After comprehensive consideration, Rice decided to charge a fee of one hundred galleons.

If Malfoy could afford it, he would just go through the motions. If Malfoy didn't have the money, there would be no need to talk.

Malfoy's facial muscles twitched twice, asking if it could be cheaper? After being rejected, he gritted his teeth and agreed to Rice's offer.

“But you have to pay afterwards!”

Les again flatly rejected him because it was against the rules.

"Then, can you pay half of the money first? I'll give you the rest after the duel." Malfoy's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

Les thought for a moment and suddenly remembered that the ancestor of the Malfoy family had also paid half of the deposit when he asked him to marry him. He suddenly felt a sense of intertwined destiny, so he agreed to Malfoy's request.

When fifty golden Galleons were placed on the table, Les could even hear Malfoy's heart bleeding.

Looking at Malfoy's back as he staggered out of the library, Les couldn't help feeling a little emotional: The ancestors of the Malfoy family gave him money a thousand years ago, and the descendants of the Malfoy family are still giving him money a thousand years later! This family has always been the same.

Looking at the dumbfounded Daphne sitting across from him, Les smiled: "You can earn a hundred galleons by spending time with a child. It's so easy to make money."

"No, I just think your soothing candles and evil spirits are sold cheaply." Daphne shook her head, feeling like she was missing something.

"There is no need to make too much money on life-saving medicinal materials. The few hundred Galleons were enough for me at that time."

Daphne: "Dad is very rich, there is no need to be polite to him - I don't know how much money has been wasted on those quack doctors who treat my sister over the years."

Les "tsk", he didn't know how to answer this.

"Sorry to bother you." Hermione's voice suddenly came from behind the bookshelf next to her.

"Les, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I have to remind you that you must not wander around the school at night. Think about it, how many points you will lose if you are caught!" Hermione hugged a stack of books. out.

"The points deducted from Slytherin House, what does it have to do with you being a Ravenclaw?!" Les was stunned. What kind of broad and loving mind is this?

"I kindly remind you as a friend that this is against school rules!" Hermione looked a little angry.

Les raised two fingers and said to her seriously: "Two things. One, I won't be caught, they can't catch me, and two, this special situation is allowed by school rules."

"Huh???" Hermione was stunned. She subconsciously ignored the first point that Rice said and put all her energy on the second point.

"Hogwarts School Rules Article 479, Point 3, Supplementary Regulations stipulate that the school protects students' rights to participate in duel invitations. If the duel time coincides with the curfew time, the duelist can ignore the curfew. This is Godric Gryffin More rules." Les was very familiar with the school rules. No one in the entire Hogwarts knew the school rules better than him. After all, he and his friends made them while drinking.

After Hermione heard this, everyone was stunned.

A few seconds later, she hurriedly left, and after a while she ran back with a very thick book in her arms. Judging from the dust on the book, no one had borrowed the book for a long time.

This book is called "Hogwarts School Rules Detailed", which records the school rules in detail. Hermione flipped through the pages of the book quickly, and then she really found the one that Rice said.

"Look, I didn't lie to you." Les shrugged.

He is really lying!

He was relying on his knowledge of school rules to fool Hermione. The prerequisite for using a duel as an excuse to break the curfew was that the dean of the student's house must know about the duel, and Snape would be damned if he knew about such a duel.

Rice's truth, which concealed some of the facts, deceived Hermione, and she left with the feeling "I don't understand, but I was shocked."

At half past eleven in the evening, Les rolled over and sat up in bed. Draco had already set off. He said he wanted to go to the duel location in advance to familiarize himself with the terrain.

Rhys put on his robes, picked up his wand, and quietly walked out of the common room. He climbed the stairs to the third floor and walked through a corridor that shielded the trophy room.

Malfoy isn't here.

There was a sound of footsteps behind Les. He looked back and saw that it was Harry and Ron.

Les's face darkened instantly, and he probably guessed what happened.

"Is it you, Les?!"

"Why isn't Malfoy here?"

Seeing Les standing alone in the trophy display room, Harry and Ron also looked shocked. The two of them didn't have a deep impression of Les. They only remembered that he was good at potions and had a good level of spells.

"Wait a moment, I hope Mr. Malfoy has diarrhea." Les took a deep breath to calm Harry and Ron.

Time passed by, Malfoy did not appear, but the voice of the castle administrator Filch rang next door.

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