Chapter 133 The Worst Draco in History
The sparks flashed away, and a strange guest arrived in the Slytherin lounge.
"Draco, have you seen Compton, that fat bald Auror?" Marn happened to see his cousin bragging with some Slytherin students in the lounge and asked casually. .
"Isn't he in the room? I saw him just now."
"Okay then, take me to his room."
Draco dismissed the people who gathered around him to listen to the magical stories he compiled, and got up and walked toward the dormitory with Marn.
After a few steps, he grasped the handle of a closed room door and turned it while saying: "This is it... huh? Why can't it be turned open?"
Draco knocked on the door, waited for a few seconds, then turned around and said, "Maybe he's not here."
There was no time to joke with him, so Ma En directly used a blasting spell to blow open the door of Computing's lounge, and many young wizards who heard the sound came over.
"Hey, Marn, what are you doing? Aren't you afraid that Professor Snape will give you trouble?" Draco muttered after being startled by the explosion, and then looked at the scene in the room in shock. On the spot: "Oh my God!"
A piece of skin that was unclear whether it was Foster's or Secund's was lying quietly on the spot with hair and no bones or other body tissues. It was like a piece of tattered cowhide that had been abandoned and exuded a strange smell.
"Draco, are you sure you saw Comptin walking in just now?" Marn said as he pressed his hand on the wall next to him. Countless tiny sparks followed the cracks in the bricks towards the surrounding floor. open.
"I... just saw him walking in with my own eyes, but... I... I'm sorry, Ma En, I'm a little unsure now if that's him."
Ma En shook his head gently, said no more, and carefully felt the sight brought to him by the scattering of sparks.
Nothing was found, but he discovered something as he was about to leave.
"Draco, what's wrong with your hair?" Marne's free hand touched the missing piece of his head.
"Hair?" He touched his forehead and said with some confusion: "You should know that Barty Crouch Jr. pulled it out for me before I had time to use hair restorer."
The sparks in the cracks in the wall slowly gathered into a circle, surrounding them. Marn raised his hand slightly, and the flames jumped up and burned to the ceiling: "No, Draco, I remember, his bald spot is not there." So right...Draco...no...who the hell are you?"
"Of course I am...Foster..." The person in front of him suddenly laughed, took out his wand and tapped himself: "Little Barty, this idiot, I have long said that he will kill others, but I didn't expect the first person It’s me…Avada!”
Ma En had never seen the man in front of him who claimed to be Foster. He was very different from the man he saw in the Black Lake that day. He was taller, thinner, and older. He was very sinister, and he died in the middle of the sentence. curse.
An arm-like mimic emerged from the surrounding fire ring and swallowed the death curse.
The little snakes who had come to watch the excitement fled in panic.
The arm that had eaten the Killing Curse seemed a little dissatisfied. It followed the magic breath in the air and ran to Foster's arm, eating his wand and right hand together.
The guy in front of him, who looked older than Comptin, immediately hugged his arms and let out a sad wailing sound.
"madness."
Marne controlled the flames, surrounding his severed arm.
"Tell me where Draco is and I can give you your arm."
"In the lounge! I sewed him into the sofa in the lounge!" Foster was already lying on the ground rolling in pain, shouting: "Give me my arm back!"
"What about Comptin!?"
"He's in...Avada!" His left hand suddenly pulled out another standard wand from his waist, put it against his throat and released a fatal spell.
Unfortunately, after experiencing the "suicide" incident of Barty Jr., Marne was already prepared for the madness of these Death Eaters. A thin film of light gathered on the tip of the staff at an unreasonable speed, eating up this magic. .
He conveniently cut off his right arm, and just as Ma En was about to continue questioning, he saw a trace of confusion on the face of the guy in front of him, and then he began to cry out in pain.
After a little work, he grew his arms. Looking at the confused old guy, Ma En sighed helplessly.
It's the Imperius Curse plus Polyjuice Potion and Occlumency. Is this thing out of date?And why is the soul-stealing curse so precise? This is no longer like a soul-stealing curse, but more like a body-stealing curse.
After carefully checking every corner of the entire school, Ma En walked back to the lounge and split open the sofa. His unlucky cousin was locked in a square, airtight box. , tied up like a dead dog.
When Ma En opened the iron "coffin" that separated magic and all kinds of exploration, his eyes even shed tears of emotion... Of course, it might also be because of fear.
After correcting the position of the bald hair on his head, he released the magic to cancel the transformation. After confirming it three times, Ma En untied the rope from his body with confidence.
"Ma En! Let's transfer to another school together. This is too dangerous!"
"...Draco, to be honest, I really didn't expect why you were the one who was unlucky every time. To be honest, I started to think that my uncle was right in transferring you to another school... How did you get caught?"
Draco got out of the box and looked around to make sure no one saw his ugly appearance, then he took Marne back to his dormitory and kicked out his roommates.
"I was watching the excitement on the court, but suddenly I smelled a scent and didn't know anything else."
Seeing that there was no trace of Comptin for a while, and the little wizards were fine, Marn was happy to listen to him talk about his experience: "Where are Crabbe and Goyle? If they find something wrong with you, If so, I should take you to the professor as soon as possible."
"They are not here, I asked them to go..." He hesitated a little and did not continue.
"Huh? Why did they go?"
"I…"
"Draco, there's nothing you can't say. We are family members. Do you think I would be interested in spreading your story everywhere?"
"Okay, I just thought it was the last semester and let them sneak into Hogsmeade."
Marn raised an eyebrow, a little confused: "This...the last semester, what does it have to do with you letting them go to Hogsmeade?"
"I asked them to buy prank props. I wanted to teach Potter a lesson he will never forget."
Ma En: "..."