"No, you can't!"

The little wizard let out a terrible scream.

"No, I can, if you have sinned against me, you will be punished in my way."

Dudley smiled cruelly, slapping mercilessly, making a 'snapping' sound.

Annoying children should be spanked hard.

Fortunately, Dudley controls the strength, although it hurts, it is not seriously injured, at most it is good to lie down for a day or two, otherwise it will become a rotten ass after a few slaps, anyway, there is such a magical thing as a potion, it is estimated that you can get out of bed the next day. After packing up one and replacing the next, one after the other no one is spared, and those who want to escape will be caught by Dudley and beaten first.

After a while, all the Slytherin wizards present were left with the strength to lie on the ground and hum.

This wave is the butt destroyer* Dudley.

After spanking all the young wizards, Dudley turned his gaze to Malfoy, who had fallen on his stomach.

The slight footsteps were like a hammer hammer that slammed into Malfoy's heart.

"Don't come here!"

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In a secret room in the Slytherin common room, several senior Slytherin seniors gathered in a circle at a round table.

Slytherin not only has its own private rest room for the prefect, but also many, many rooms to spare, on the one hand, because Slytherin students are almost the fewest of the four colleges, and on the other hand, because the Slytherin common room is a dungeon remodel, and this dungeon is much larger than expected, arguably the largest of the four colleges, and the number of rooms is even more than Gryffindor and Hufflepuff combined.

You know, Hufflepuff is the largest of the four colleges.

Most of these empty rooms had been converted into meeting rooms by the Slytherins, and the senior Slytherin seniors had occupied one of them.

Malfoy's heart-rending scream of horror caused one of the Slytherins sitting in his seat to stand up, tall, slender, and unremarkably of appearance, the type of person he couldn't find if he was thrown into a crowd, the only thing that caught the eye was that he had a large striking bucktooth.

"Marcus, what are you going to do?"

Marcus had just stood up when he heard a cold scolding from behind him, speaking from the man sitting in the right seat.

It was the Slytherin seventh-year prefect.

The student, known as Marcus, is the current captain and chaser of Quidditch at Slytherin House.

"I want to go out and have a look."

Marcus kept his head down and didn't dare to look directly at the other party.

The other party just waved his hand, and the tone similar to Malfoy's speech sounded, and the tone was not as greasy and jerky as Malfoy, naturally too much: "It's just a conflict in the lower grades, it's not a big deal, we don't need to interfere." ”

"That's Draco, Uncle Lucius's only son."

Marcus emphasized.

His Flint family and Malfoy family have a good relationship, some kinship, but...

"So what?"

The prefect said lightly, without a trace of emotional fluctuations, just looking at Marcus quietly.

Under the gaze, the little momentum that Marcus had just mustered was pouring out.

Said weakly: "He is being bullied now!" ”

"So what?"

"What does this have to do with us? And what does it have to do with you? ”

The prefect asked.

"I—" Marcus blushed, and it took him half a fart to break out after a long time, "I think we should help him..."

Before the prefect could speak, Slytherin, who was sitting on his left, said, "Aren't we helping him enough?" We didn't stop the second and third grades, plus the first grade... Do you know how many of them there are? ”

"The entire lounge has been enchanted with a soundproofing charm to keep it from being known to the outside world, so that he can have a good fight."

"The result?"

Although I don't know exactly what happened in the lounge, it is self-evident what the Malfoy scream that sounded just now represents.

"Malfoy is a Slytherin after all."

Marcus spoke again, this time in a weaker voice.

"The other party is also a Slytherin."

The prefect seemed to be irritated by Marcus's words, and his tone was raised a few points in vain.

"Listen, Marcus, the man was summoned by Malfoy, and Malfoy himself started the matter first, so what does it have to do with us if he can't beat it himself. We're not the Vincent and Gregory family (Crabbe and Goyle's), and we're not his Malfoy dogs, so there's no need to wipe his ass..."

"And the other party is that Potter's cousin, you should know who I'm talking about."

In the British wizarding world, all pure-blood wizarding families are more or less related, such as Harry's Potter family, which can even be related to all pure-blood families.

The name Harry Potter is taboo for pure-blood wizards, especially those who were originally Death Eaters, just as Voldemort was to ordinary wizards with a sense of awe.

Until they find out how he defeated the Dark Lord and whether he is a powerful and evil Dark Wizard or not, the purebloods will always maintain respect for him, and even release friendship.

Of course, they weren't going to stop anyone else from tempting Harry.

"Malfoy has so many resources to tap into... If he can't even handle this little thing, who qualifies us to help? Is his face big? Or have a good dad? ”

Malfoy's childish behavior, which never forgets to show off his father, can easily arouse the disgust of others, especially the kind whose family background is not inferior to that of Malfoy's.

Are you the only one in this world who has a father?

"Remember, we're Slytherins, not babysitters in kindergarten. I don't have time to play that kind of game with them. ”

The prefect's voice softened, and he said to Marcus in a serious tone.

"Do you remember what Slytherin was all about?"

The other party's words stopped Marcus instead, and he thought for a while before he stammered: "Pureblood supremacy? ”

"It is the supremacy of interests and ability, the winner is king, and the loser is the villain. How many times am I going to talk to you? You idiot. ”

The prefect's tone was already very impatient, and he kept cursing in his heart, 'Flint family fools. ’

After all, it was a student city that was not so deep, and after a while, he calmed down and said to Marcus seriously: "Marcus, you are already in the fifth grade, and we will graduate in this year and tomorrow, we have no time and no energy to teach you anything." ”

"It's up to you to go forward, you've lost the race for prefect, don't make me regret choosing you to be the captain of Slytherin Quidditch. And don't put your Flint family to shame. ”

Seeing that Marcus was still looking out of the door from time to time, obviously not listening to his words, the prefect's blood pressure increased a little, and finally he could only shake his head helplessly and sigh.

'They chose people, so what if they were a waste?' ’

"If you really want to help Malfoy, then go and inform Professor Snape."

"But if I were you, I wouldn't do it."

"It's certainly not easy to defeat so many people, at least you Marcus can't do it."

"If I were you, I would choose to befriend him."

The prefect felt that he had done his best enough, and if Marcus was still obsessed, it had nothing to do with them, and they were about to graduate anyway.

In the break room, Dudley had walked over to Malfoy, who was sitting on the ground and curled up in a ball.

Ignoring Malfoy's constant shouts of 'Don't come,' he grabbed Malfoy's little head with one hand and pulled him over, leaning over, his face gradually enlarged in Malfoy's desperate eyes, and finally they looked at each other.

Malfoy could clearly hear the sound of the other man's heavy breathing.

At that moment, he remembered the fear of being eaten in Madame Morkin's robes store.

Dudley opened his mouth slowly, revealing two rows of white teeth, so terrifying in the faint green light.

At this scene, Malfoy let out a decisive 'cluck', rolled his eyes and fainted.