Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Draco raised his head in panic, trembling all over.

"I..."

He stammered, as if he wanted to say something. After a moment, what came out of his teeth was still a defense for himself.

"I didn't know... I didn't know he would become like this... I just... I just wanted to make him look bad... I didn't know it would be like this..."

He said in horror, sobbing.

Draco had seen others get hurt before, and even students often fought each other in the Slytherin College lounge.

But broken hands and feet, or even a knife on the body, are completely different from the shock of having your internal organs suddenly pulled out of your body.

His mind was in a mess at the moment, and the scene of Vincent falling down seemed to keep flashing in front of him.

The reason he gave sounded ridiculous, but seeing Draco's frightened appearance, even Crabbe knew he was not lying.

Indeed...

Although the Gut-pulling Curse is an extremely evil black magic spell, in the hands of an excellent therapist, it is just a way to treat constipation.

Fast and convenient... except that it takes effect too quickly and sometimes pulls out the intestines, there is no other problem.

Snape couldn't help showing a look of disgust.

The thoughts in this little fool's head were almost exposed to the sun, and everyone could see the circuits in his mind -

Draco originally just wanted Vincent, who offended him, to poop in his pants in public.

For a twelve-year-old boy, the mental damage of pooping in public is enough to make him socially dead until he graduates from school, and even continues to be buried in a coffin in the future.

But the problem is that whether the Gut-Eating Curse is a healing magic or a hugely harmful black magic is just a matter of a wizard's thought.

The difficulty of precise control is extremely high, and it is definitely not something that an ordinary second-year student can master.

For example -

Even in St. Mungo's, where the best healers in the UK are concentrated, people generally use a dose of unpalatable potion to solve the problem of constipation, rather than directly giving the patient a Gut-Eating Curse.

The danger of this spell can be seen.

You know, before learning any spell, you have to learn a lot of bloody failure cases to warn young wizards not to treat their power casually.

However, Draco, who learned the Gut Pulling Curse, seemed to have skipped this key step.

"Who taught you the Gut Pulling Curse?"

Dumbledore did not blame the frightened student, but patiently explained the dangers of the Gut Pulling Curse, and then asked again.

Draco's expression froze.

He quickly glanced at Dumbledore, his eyes wandering over his father's straight back and the dark-faced Professor Snape, and his toes subconsciously moved a little bit towards his mother.

The ring on his finger suddenly became a little hot.

The dead will...

Why didn't they tell themselves that the consequences would be so serious?

Draco bit his lip and forced himself to make a sound:

"No one... I... I saw it from a book..."

Thinking that perhaps all the books in the school were in Dumbledore's heart, Draco made another patch.

"It's the Malfoy family... an old book..."

Malfoy closed his eyes slightly.

——This idiot!

He cursed in his heart, but did not expose his son.

No matter how clumsy Draco's lie was, Lucius Malfoy had to help him cover it up.

"I think you also understand... This is an unfortunate accident caused by a small conflict between children - the ignorant character of young people is always easy to bring disastrous consequences, and examples of spells being used incorrectly are also common."

He used an unnatural tone to downplay the matter as much as possible, and then said sincerely:

"Of course, although Draco did not intend to hurt anyone, there is no doubt that he has hurt Vincent. I will give enough compensation."

Narcissa nodded silently, and Draco found that her fingers were very cold.

Dumbledore was originally staring at Draco deeply, watching his eyes wandering, almost writing the words "I am lying" on his face.

But after the elder Malfoy spoke, he seemed to inadvertently raise his hand to block his son, so Dumbledore's eyes shifted to his face.

The two stared at each other, Lucius Malfoy's gray eyes looked cold.

After a moment, the two seemed to have reached some kind of consensus, and at the same time turned their eyes away and looked at another person present.

"Is it okay, Crabbe?"

Malfoy said politely, with an unconscious arrogance in his tone.

"I will take full responsibility for Vincent's treatment. In addition, I can give you..."

He recalled Vincent's injuries and doubled the number he had in mind.

"- 20,000 Galleons."

The corners of Crabbe's lips were tight, and his eyes were fierce and hesitant.

He only had Crabbe as a son, and he usually doted on this child.

At this time, Crabbe wanted to yell:

"To hell with your damn compensation! We don't need it! I just want to send that little bastard to Azkaban!"

But the fact is--

They really need it.

The Crabbe family is known as a pure-blood noble family, but in fact, they have already eaten up all the money. They laughed at the Weasley family's poverty, but in fact their own family was not well off either.

Maintaining the dignity of a "pure-blooded aristocrat" is very expensive, especially in the past two years, when all kinds of luxury "necessities" have emerged in an endless stream, almost emptying Crabbe's pockets.

——The student sitting quietly next to him has most of the responsibility for this.

It is also very difficult for "Voldemort's old men" like them to make money. Even if people don't say anything in person, they are always squeezing them out intentionally or unintentionally.

Of course, on the surface, Crabbe and the others still claimed that they were just like Malfoy, controlled by the Imperius Curse and forced to do some bad things.

But everyone knows what the actual situation is.

So Crabbe and Goyle must rely on the Malfoy family to survive.

As is the case with the father, so is the case with the son.

With the Malfoy family's wealth, even if they didn't make any money for several generations, they could still count their money while lying on a pile of gold coins.

But if the Crabbe family loses the help of Lucius Malfoy, they will be as poor as the Weasley family in less than half a year.

After hesitating for a long time, Big Crabbe finally nodded extremely slowly and slightly.

He agreed to the plan of having an affair with Malfoy, but felt aggrieved and uncomfortable.

Then he heard Dumbledore say:

"Draco Malfoy attacked his classmates with a wand in school, causing serious consequences. Even if he did not intend to do so, he will still be punished."

The pale Draco raised his head and heard the principal say in an unquestionable tone:

"Confinement! From this afternoon to the end of the third-year final exam, during this period, Mr. Draco Malfoy needs to learn how to respect his classmates, how to use spells correctly, and..."

Dumbledore looked down at Draco and said with a cold expression:

"He still needs to prove to the school that although he has done something wrong now, there is still the possibility of correction, so there is no need to destroy the wand and be expelled from the school."

This means that if Draco makes another mistake during the confinement period, the school may punish him for both crimes and expel him directly from the school.

Draco looked at his father in fear, but saw that Lucius Malfoy had no intention of helping him make the decision this time.

He could only nod slightly.