Chapter 261
I didn't know it would be like this
Chapter 261 I didn't know it would be like this
Draco looked up in panic, his whole body trembling.
"I……"
He pursed his lips as if he wanted to say something, and after a moment, what came out from between his teeth were still words of defense for himself.
"I didn't know... I didn't know he would turn out like this... I just... I just wanted to embarrass him... I didn't know it would turn out like this..."
He said this in horror, sobbing.
It's not like Draco hasn't seen other people get hurt before. Even in the Slytherin College common room, students often fought each other.
However, the shock of having broken limbs, or even being cut in the body, is completely different from the shock of having one's internal organs suddenly pulled out of the body.
His mind was in a mess at the moment, and the image of Vincent falling down seemed to keep flashing before his eyes.
The reason he gave sounded ridiculous, but seeing how frightened Draco was, 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.
It's fast and convenient...there are no other problems except that it takes effect too quickly and sometimes pulls out the intestines.
Snape couldn't help but look disgusted.
The thoughts in this little fool's head were almost exposed to the sun, and everyone could see the circuits in his brain.
Draco originally just wanted Vincent, who had offended him, to poop in his pants in public.
For a twelve-year-old boy, the mental damage of defecating in public is enough to make him socially devastated until he graduates from school, and even until he is buried in a coffin in the future.
But the problem is that whether the Gut-pulling Curse is a healing magic or a black magic with great harm depends only on the wizard's thoughts.
The difficulty of precise control is extremely high and is definitely not something an ordinary second-grade student can master.
for example--
Even at St. Mungo's, where the best healers in the UK are gathered, people usually use a dose of unpalatable potion to solve constipation problems instead of directly giving the patient a Gut-Ravaging Curse.
The danger of this spell can be seen from this.
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 had learned the Gut-Rending Curse, seemed to have skipped this crucial step.
"Who taught you the Gut-Rending Curse?"
Dumbledore did not blame the frightened student, but patiently explained the dangers of the Gut-Eating Curse and then asked again.
Draco's expression froze.
He glanced quickly at Dumbledore, his eyes moving over his father's straight back and the dark-faced Professor Snape, and subconsciously moved his toes a little bit towards his mother.
The ring on my finger suddenly became a little hot.
The Dead Souls...
Why didn't they tell themselves that the consequences would be so serious?
Draco bit his lip and forced himself to speak:
"No one... I... I read it in a book..."
Draco patched up again, thinking that perhaps all the books in the school were in Dumbledore's mind.
"It's from the Malfoys... an old book..."
The elder Malfoy closed his eyes slightly.
——This idiot!
He cursed in his heart, but did not ruin his son's plan.
No matter how clumsy Draco's lies were, Lucius Malfoy had to help him cover them up.
"I think you all understand... this is an unfortunate accident caused by a minor conflict between children. The ignorant character of young people can easily lead to disastrous consequences, and examples of spells being used incorrectly are also common."
He used an unnatural tone, trying to downplay the incident, and then said sincerely: "Of course, although Draco did not mean to hurt anyone, the harm he brought to Vincent is beyond doubt. I will give sufficient compensation."
Narcissa nodded silently, and Draco noticed that her fingers were very cold.
Dumbledore was originally staring at Draco deeply, and his eyes wandered, almost with the words "I'm lying" written on his face.
But after the elder Malfoy spoke, he seemed to inadvertently raise his hand to block his son, and Dumbledore's gaze shifted to his face.
The two men stared at each other, Lucius Malfoy's grey eyes looking cold.
After a moment, the two seemed to reach some kind of consensus and simultaneously looked away, looking at the other person present.
"Can I, Crabbe?"
Malfoy said politely, his tone unconsciously superior.
"I will be fully responsible for Vincent's treatment. In addition, I can also give you..."
He recalled Vincent's injuries and doubled the number he had prepared in his mind.
"—20,000 Galleons."
The corners of Big Crabbe's lips were tight, and his eyes were fierce and hesitant at times.
He only has one son, Crabbe, and he dotes on the child very much.
At this moment, Big 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 need it very much.
The Crabbe family was a pure-blooded family, but in fact they had already lived off their wealth. They laughed at the Weasley family for being poor, but in fact their own family was not well off either.
Maintaining the dignity of a "pure-blood noble" is very expensive, especially in the past two years, when all kinds of luxurious "necessities" have emerged one after another, almost emptying Crabbe's pockets.
——The student sitting quietly next to me should take most of the responsibility for this.
It is also very difficult for "old subordinates of Voldemort" like them to make money. Even if people don't say anything to their faces, they are always excluding them intentionally or unintentionally.
Of course, on the surface, Crabbe and others still claimed that they were once controlled by the Imperius Curse like Malfoy and forced to do some bad things.
But everyone knows what the actual situation is.
So Crabbe and Goyle had to rely on the Malfoy family to survive.
So is the father, so is the son.
With the wealth of the Malfoy family, even if they didn't make any money for several generations, they could still lie on a pile of gold coins and count their money.
But if the Crabbe family lost the help of Lucius Malfoy, they would be as poor as the Weasley family in less than half a year.
After hesitating for a long time, Big Crabbe finally nodded very slowly and slightly...
He agreed to settle the matter privately with Malfoy, but he felt aggrieved and uncomfortable.
Then he heard Dumbledore say:
"Draco Malfoy attacked his classmates with his wand in school, causing serious consequences. Even if he did not intend to do so, he should still be punished."
Draco looked up with a pale face, and heard the headmaster say in an unquestionable tone:
"Detention! From this afternoon until the end of the third-year final exams, Mr. Draco Malfoy needs to learn how to respect his classmates, how to use spells correctly, and..."
Dumbledore looked down at Draco and said coldly:
"He still needs to prove to the school that although he has done something wrong, he can still correct it, so there is no need to destroy his wand and expel him from school."
This means that if Draco makes another mistake during detention, the school may punish him for both crimes and expel him directly.
Draco looked at his father in panic, but saw that Lucius Malfoy had no intention of helping him this time.
He could only nod slightly.
(End of this chapter)