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Morris turned and left, his pace unhurried.
The canned food and fireworks at his feet immediately followed suit, with the can even turning around to give Draco a disdainful look.
"Meow~ (Useless two-legged creature)"
Even though it's just a cat, you can tell Draco is terrified.
"Wait!" Draco blurted out, his voice trembling slightly. "You can't just leave like this! You have to unlock this cage! Otherwise, I'll go tell the professor right now!"
At this moment, he was completely panicked.
Morris stopped and glanced back at Draco, offering a helpful suggestion, "Perhaps you could try the Explosion Charm."
Explosion spell?
Draco's face turned grim.
Whose first grader is learning this curse?
...
Maurice ignored Malfoy's curses behind him and left the scene.
This is just a small warning.
That bone prison can only last for a few minutes at most.
When the time comes, the three of them will naturally be able to escape.
The bone cell leaves no trace, so no one can know that it was Maurice who did it.
Oh, right, he also left a big dung ball in the bone cell, a gift from the Weasley twins, which should have exploded by now.
That scene must be very interesting.
To be honest, he had no idea what Draco was thinking.
Why are you so keen on causing trouble for others?
And then there's the "Mudblood" that Draco refers to.
He had already learned about this term; it was a term with serious insulting and discriminatory connotations.
If we're going to draw an analogy, it's like how Black people are referred to in the United States.
Morris walked down the corridor toward the Ravenclaw Tower.
Just then, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and landed on his shoulder.
Morris turned his head and saw that it was someone he knew.
His prefect, Robert Hilliard.
Chapter 61 Kick their butts hard
"Prefect Robert?" Morris stopped and turned around.
"It's me."
Robert smiled slightly and said, "I saw you getting entangled with the Slytherin people just now. I was going to come and stop them, but you handled it yourself. Your performance was quite remarkable."
"It's just a little trick to teach a naughty kid a lesson," Morris said calmly. "No big deal."
Robert raised an eyebrow and said, "Such exquisite transformation skills, perhaps you can be more confident. At least at your age, no one can achieve this level."
It seemed he mistook his Bone Summoning spell for a Transfiguration spell. Morris chuckled, which saved him the trouble of explaining.
"Thank you, Prefect Robert."
"Don't thank me," Robert waved his hand, "I didn't help you at all."
He moved closer and lowered his voice, "To be honest, I don't have much affection for Slytherins either. You don't have to be polite when dealing with them; sometimes, giving them a real taste of their own medicine is more effective."
Morris immediately understood Robert's implication: Slytherins respond to force, not persuasion.
This fits his stereotype perfectly.
If you were to ask which house at Hogwarts most reveres strength, the answer would undoubtedly be Slytherin.
The simplest way is to use force to make them submit.
Thinking about this, Morris realized he had been a little too lenient earlier.
Perhaps he should have taught Draco Malfoy a more brutal lesson.
For example, you could cast a weakening curse on him, making him limp all day.
Morris said casually, "Next time they mess with me, I'll kick their ass."
Robert laughed out loud at these words, "That's exactly how it should be!"
"To be honest," Morris suddenly said with a somewhat helpless expression, "I never go out of my way to provoke others, but trouble always seems to find me."
Like the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest before, and Draco Malfoy this time.
He did nothing wrong at all.
Upon hearing this, Robert sighed, recalling some painful memories. "Yes, some people are just born to cause trouble."
"In this respect, we may be quite similar."
He shook his head, as if trying to shake off those unpleasant thoughts. "However, you still need to be careful of that guy named Malfoy. I heard his father is a school board member."
"Of course, the school board won't interfere in minor conflicts between students, even if it's his son. As long as you keep things in check, there won't be any problems."
"Finally, I must remind you that Slytherins are particularly vengeful, so be careful about that."
After listening to Robert's words, Maurice nodded seriously: "I understand."
It seems this prefect came specifically to warn him to be careful of Malfoy.
That's thoughtful.
"Good to know." Robert patted Maurice on the shoulder. "If you need any help, you can come to me. Of course, only within my capabilities."
After saying that, he didn't linger. He waved to Maurice and turned to walk towards the library.
Morris wasn't too worried about Malfoy's retaliation.
When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it.
What means of revenge could an ordinary first-grade student possibly have?
...
In the days that followed, Malfoy did not launch any retaliatory action.
Even when they meet in the hallway, the other person will take the initiative to go out of their way to avoid them.
This disappointed Morris somewhat.
He had prepared several ways to "return the favor".
But this is good, at least he can focus his attention on other things.
Days passed by, and December arrived in the blink of an eye.
The weather is getting colder, and occasionally a few snowflakes will drift down from the sky.
One Saturday morning, Maurice arrived at the library as usual.
"How many times have I told you, Morris, don't bring food into the library!"
Mrs. Pince's angry words suddenly rang in his ears. Maurice silently stopped at the door and swallowed the bread in his hand as quickly as possible.
Just a few days ago, he accidentally spilled butter from his bread onto the cover of a book.
Mrs. Pince was furious and chased after him, yelling at him for half an hour.
A terrifying middle-aged woman—that was his assessment of Mrs. Pince.
Compared to Mrs. Pince's appearance, Snape's cursing sounded like that of a greenhorn.
Therefore, it's better for him to just obey.
The library was quiet in the early morning, but there were still quite a few studious students wandering among the bookshelves.
His friends were among them.
For example, Hermione, Harry, and Ron.
Yes, Harry and Ron.
I don't know when it started, but Maurice began to see the two of them in the library.
The three of them were sitting around a table, intently flipping through the books in their hands, Harry and Ron included.
Seeing his friend start to study hard, Morris felt a sense of relief.
So, occasionally he would also go to the library with his friends to read books.
Thinking this, Morris picked out a book about potions that interested him from the bookshelf, sat down next to the three of them, and said softly, "Good morning."
"It's you, Maurice." Hermione looked up immediately, appearing somewhat tired.
Harry and Ron responded vaguely, but both looked listless.
Seeing the two students' visibly unfocused eyes, Morris suggested, "If you're tired, why don't you take a break? Forcing yourself like this won't make you very efficient at studying."
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