"no, you can not!"
The little wizard let out a shrill scream.
"No, I can. If you offend me, you will be punished in my way."
Dudley smiled cruelly and slapped his hands mercilessly, making a constant sound of 'Pap-Pap-Pap'.
Children who are annoying should be spanked hard.
Fortunately, Dudley controlled his strength. Although it hurt, it was not seriously injured. He could just lie down for a day or two at most, otherwise his butt would become a mess after a few slaps. Anyway, with magical things like potions, it would probably be healed the next day. Able to get out of bed. After cleaning up one person, he would be replaced by another, one after another, no one would be spared, and those who tried to escape would be caught by Dudley and beaten first.
After a while, all the little Slytherin wizards present had only the strength to lie on the ground and groan.
This wave is Dudley the Butt Destroyer.
After spanking all the little wizards, Dudley turned his attention to Malfoy, who had fallen down in fear.
The slight footsteps were like a heavy hammer, hitting Malfoy's heart hard.
"Don't come over here!"
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In a secret room in the Slytherin lounge, several senior Slytherin seniors gathered around a round table.
Slytherin not only has a personal rest room dedicated to prefects, but also has many, many spare rooms. On the one hand, this is because Slytherin has the smallest number of students among the four major colleges, and on the other hand, it is also because of the Slytherin lounge. It is a dungeon renovation, and this dungeon is much larger than expected. It can be said that it covers the largest area among the four major colleges. In terms of the number of rooms, it is even more than Gryffindor and Hufflepuff combined.
You must know that Hufflepuff has the largest number of people among the four major colleges.
Most of these empty rooms were converted into meeting rooms by the Slytherins and became their secret gathering places, and these senior Slytherin seniors occupied one of them.
Malfoy's heart-rending cry of terror made one of the Slytherins who was sitting in his seat stand up. He was tall, with a short head and an ordinary appearance. He would be hard to find in a crowd. The only thing that catches your attention is that he has a set of eye-catching big buck teeth.
"Marcus, what are you going to do?"
As soon as Marcus stood up, he heard a cold scolding coming from behind him. The person who spoke was the man sitting in the front seat.
That was the seventh-year Slytherin prefect.
The student named Marcus is the current captain and chaser of Slytherin House Quidditch.
"I want to go out and have a look."
Marcus lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at the other person.
The other party just waved his hand, and spoke in a tone similar to Malfoy's. The tone was not as greasy and jerky as Malfoy's, but too natural: "It's just a conflict among the lower grades. It's no big deal. We don't need to intervene."
"That's Draco, Uncle Lucius's only son."
Marcus emphasized.
His Flint family has a good relationship with the Malfoy family, they are somewhat related, but...
"So what?"
The prefect said calmly, without any emotion, just looking at Marcus quietly.
Under his gaze, the momentum that Marcus had just mustered up evaporated.
He said weakly: "He is being bullied now!"
"so what?"
"What does this have to do with us? What does this have to do with you?"
the prefect asked.
"I..." Marcus blushed and hesitated for a long time before breaking out: "I think we should help him..."
Before the prefect could speak, Slytherin, who was sitting on his left, said: "Didn't we help him enough? We didn't stop the second and third years, plus the first grade... Do you know how many of them there are? ?"
"The entire lounge has been cast with a soundproofing spell to prevent the outside world from knowing about it and allow him to have a good time."
"The results of it?"
Although I don't know what exactly happened in the lounge, it is obvious what the scream of Malfoy that just sounded represents.
"Malfoy is a Slytherin after all."
Marcus spoke again, this time softer.
"The other party is also a Slytherin."
The prefect seemed to be irritated by Marcus' words, and his tone rose a little in vain.
"Listen, Marcus, it was Malfoy who summoned the people, and Malfoy initiated the incident himself. He couldn't defeat it himself. That has nothing to do with us. We are not the Vincent and Gregory families (Crabbe and Goyle's family), let alone his Malfoy family dog, there is no need to wipe his butt..."
"And the other person is Potter's cousin. You should know who I'm talking about."
In the British wizarding world, all pure-blood wizarding families are related to each other to some extent. For example, Harry's Potter family is even related to all pure-blood families.
The key is that the name Harry Potter is taboo for pure-blood wizards, especially those who were originally Death Eaters, just like Voldemort is as intimidating to ordinary wizards.
Until they find out how he defeated the Dark Lord and whether he is a powerful and evil dark wizard, purebloods will always treat him with respect and even friendship.
Of course, they wouldn't stop others from testing Harry for them.
"Malfoy has so many resources at his disposal... If he can't even handle this little thing, what qualifications do we have for us to help? Does he have a big face? He still has a good father?"
Malfoy's childish behavior of never forgetting to show off his father can easily arouse the disgust of others, especially those whose family background is not inferior to that of the Malfoy family.
Are you the only one in this world who has a father?
"Remember, we are Slytherins, not kindergarten nannies. We don't have time to play house games with them."
The prefect's voice gradually became softer, and he spoke to Marcus earnestly.
"Do you still remember the purpose of Slytherin?"
The other party's words stopped Marcus in his tracks. He thought for a long time before stammering: "Pure blood supremacy?"
"Profit comes first, ability comes first, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. How many times do I have to tell you this? You idiot."
The prefect's tone was already very impatient, and he kept cursing in his heart, 'You idiots of the Flint family. '
After all, he was a student and the city was not that deep. After a while, he calmed down and said to Marcus in a serious voice: "Marcus, you are already in the fifth grade, and we will graduate this year or next. We have no time and no energy. What else will I teach you?"
"You can only rely on yourself from now on. You have failed in the competition for prefect. Don't make me regret choosing you as the captain of Slytherin Quidditch. Don't let your Flint family be embarrassed."
Seeing that Marcus was still looking out the door from time to time, obviously not listening to what he said, the prefect's blood pressure rose a little, and in the end he could only helplessly shake his head and sigh.
'They chose the person, so what can they do even if they are a waste? '
"If you really want to help Malfoy, then inform Professor Snape."
"But I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"Being able to defeat so many people is definitely not something simple. At least you, Marcus, can't do it."
"If I were you, I would choose to be friends with him."
The prefects feel that they have done their best. If Marcus is still stubborn, it has nothing to do with them. They are about to graduate anyway.
In the lounge, Dudley had already walked over to Malfoy, who was curled up in a ball on the ground.
Ignoring Malfoy's constant shouting of 'Don't come here', he pressed Malfoy's little head with one hand and pulled him over. He leaned over and leaned towards him. His face gradually faded little by little in Malfoy's desperate eyes. Zoom in, and finally the four eyes are facing each other.
Malfoy could clearly hear the other party's heavy breathing.
At that moment, he recalled the fear of being eaten when he was in Madam Malkin's robe store.
Dudley slowly opened his mouth, revealing two rows of white teeth, which looked so scary under the faint green light.
At this moment, Malfoy made a decisive sound, rolled his eyes and fainted.
