After confirming that his order was useless to Amosta Brain, Malfoy's eyes turned cold.
He didn't want to talk to him at all and just wanted to go back and finish his letter. But for some reason, when Brian, who was wearing the title of investigator, politely said goodbye to him and walked towards the dormitory, he still followed him. on the back of his butt.
"I have to keep an eye on you, Blaine, in case anyone realizes they've lost something valuable when school starts!"
When Amosta was surprised to find Draco Malfoy falling behind him, Malfoy said viciously, "I don't dare to vouch for someone of unknown origin!"
"Your statement is very reasonable, Mr. Malfoy. Then, please help me bear witness."
Amosta nodded and ignored him.
There are many vacant dormitories in the dormitories of each college. Whenever a young wizard graduates, the dormitory where they have lived for seven years will be vacant. However, this dormitory may not be put into use immediately, but may remain vacant for two years. Newly admitted little wizards will be admitted in the next year.
"This is my dormitory!"
So, when Blaine stopped in front of his dormitory, Draco's face was as dark as smeared with ink.
"Oh, really?" Amosta raised his eyebrows, "That's really a lucky coincidence. It saved me from having to use violent means to open the door, so...Mr. Malfoy, could you please help me open the door?" A door?"
Although he was reluctant, now that he was here, Malfoy was still curious about the things hidden in his dormitory. He seemed to see that Amosta was not a wealthy person, so he threatened fiercely,
"If you break something, I'll make you pay the price!"
The furnishings of this dormitory have changed a lot from when Amosta went to school, but the position of the bed didn't seem to have changed much. He stood at the door and carefully analyzed it for a while, and then walked towards the position near the window.
Outside the window is the Black Lake, with silver-green waves rippling all year round. This is an excellent viewing position. When he first entered Hogwarts, he did not live there, but since the Christmas vacation of the fifth grade, Unable to resist the ardent invitations of several roommates in the same dormitory, he was 'forced' to move there.
The little wizard who lives here now is probably very rich. Amosta saw that the latest flying broomstick of the Nimbus series was leaning on the bedside, and the bedding was not uniformly prepared by the school for the little wizard. It was made of gold wire and Filled with the finest woven velvet.
"Oh, it looks really magnificent--"
Amosta looked at the exquisite daily utensils placed near the bed with great interest. He turned around and wanted to ask who this bed belonged to. But when he saw Malfoy behind him, whose face was a little darker, his doubts were resolved. answer,
"It seems that we two must be very destined, Mr. Malfoy."
"I can see that you are a liar." Malfoy said firmly, "I have lived in this bed for almost two years and I have never noticed anything wrong at all!"
"Perhaps you are not observing carefully enough, Mr. Malfoy."
Amosta knew that Malfoy might not like him very much, so he didn't plan to stay too long. He picked up the broomstick from the bedside and threw it to Malfoy, and then told him to stay at the door.
"You think I'm going to take your stuff?"
"That's not the case." Amosta shook out his wand from his cuff. "In order to ensure that the important items I placed here will not be taken away by mistake, I left two hands open. There may be some movement when handling them later. Big, but don’t worry, Mr. Malfoy, I promise you with my life and fortune that I can protect your safety.”
Amosta raised his wand and came to Malfoy's luxurious bed. He stared at the rough rock brick wall, starting from the side near the window. After counting to the seventh wall brick, he stared at it and the eighth brick. Then, he waved his magic wand to move the bedside table away, moved his eyes down to the ground, and counted seven more bricks from the inside out, which was exactly one third of the way out of the bedside.
He knelt down and swiped his wand across his arm. Steaming red blood spurted out and poured onto the dark blue floor tiles.
"What are you doing!"
Malfoy frowned in disgust and slowly walked over.
"Looks like the magic you use to protect things is dark magic?"
After Amosta healed his injuries, he stared at the ground with all his concentration. The blood spilled on the bluestone bricks was squirming strangely. They were affected by some kind of force and dug underground desperately. After a while, the whole It sank into the ground, and then, a small pale golden snake emerged from the center of the stone bricks with its head held high.
"Don't say such unprofessional words, Mr. Malfoy, it will make me think that you are not a student of Slytherin House."
The appearance of the golden snake meant that his protective magic had not failed. Amosta, who was in a good mood, teased him.
"Okay, Mr. Malfoy, if you are not willing to wait outside the door, then you must be mentally prepared and don't be frightened by what's inside."
Malfoy wanted to mock a few words, but the words never came out. He suddenly felt that Amosta Brain in front of him seemed a bit evil, but his pride did not allow him to be scared so easily. , after hesitating for a moment, his steps still did not move.
Amosta didn't care about Malfoy anymore. He picked up his wand and pointed it at the little golden snake. As he chanted the spell, the magic in the air became thicker, and the already bleak room quietly became darker.
Hiss~
The golden snake spit out the snake letter and stretched its body. It swayed left and right and swam in a circle along the edge of the stone brick where it lived, as fast as a shadow. Finally, it returned to its original position, and its figure gradually dimmed until it disappeared.
After a lot of twists and turns, a stream of light suddenly flashed across the surface of the dark blue stone brick. Then, the stone brick flipped outward along the cracked gap in the middle, revealing a two-foot-deep black hole.
After waiting for a few seconds, the room was still silent. Malfoy, who couldn't restrain his curiosity, poked his head over. When he saw the gadgets on the stone box at the bottom of the cave, Malfoy's expression froze for a moment, and then he grinned. Baring teeth and showing flowers,
"So the big noise you were talking about was a spider the size of a fist?"
Malfoy sneered with a mocking look on his face, "And this spider looks like it's finished, Brian. Isn't it a gadget you raised when you were in school? You took great pains just to find a cemetery for it?"
"I differ from you, Mr. Malfoy, in that I believe the spider is still alive."
Amosta stared at the motionless spider lying on the lid of the stone box and said calmly, he stepped back, "It may have just been in the dark environment for too long, and it may need some stimulation to-"
With that said, Amosta pointed his wand at the spider, and a breeze appeared out of thin air.
Sure enough, as he said, when the breeze blew through the spider's fine burr-like leg hair, the spider with eight legs stuffed under its abdomen suddenly reacted. It raised its ugly head and eight green eyes. Spin like crazy.
"--So what, it can do..."
Uh-huh!
Before Malfoy finished speaking, the eight legs of the spider suddenly stretched out. Its jumping ability was astonishing. The fist-sized body jumped directly to the roof. Then, a blurry phantom flashed by, and it was imprisoned for four or five times. The eight-eyed spider has finally returned to its original size!
Boom!
When the eight-eyed spider landed on the ground, the dormitory was suddenly shaken like the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing. The two beds next to each other in the center of the room were directly crushed to pieces by its huge body!
Click, click, click!
The eight-eyed spider that had been imprisoned by Amosta for five or six years was swinging its mouthparts crazily. If it could speak, Amosta believed that his ancestors would probably be greeted all over the eighteenth generation!
The endless violence and anger made the eight-eyed spider, which suddenly regained its freedom, unable to rest for a moment. Its two terrifying big black claws were waving desperately in the air, supported by six slender legs covered with hard flesh and hair. The huge body ran rampant in the room, and after a while, except for Malfoy's bed, there were almost no complete objects in the room.
Click!
Finally, the angry spider nailed all six of its feet into the hard rock wall. It was under the ceiling on the other side of the room, condescending, with all eight eyes staring at Amosta, who had made it endure inhuman torture. , opened his mouth ferociously to the maximum, and was ready for a desperate fight!
"Hey, long time no see, Xiaobayan!"
Amosta waved his right hand holding the wand, "I'm so glad to see you are still so energetic!"
"What have you done..."
I don't know when Malfoy was paralyzed on the ground. He stared blankly at Amosta's head and murmured in a sleep-like tone. Suddenly, his extremely pale face turned red, and he bounced up from the ground like a flashback, roaring. Roaring at Amosta,
"How dare you hide something like this next to my bed, Brian, I'm going to tell my dad all this, and you'll pack up and leave before tomorrow!"
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