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More than ten minutes passed.
Abraxas and his friends stood in front of Robert and the others, unharmed but visibly shaken. Although their physical wounds had been healed, the emotional scars lingered.
"I... I'll definitely tell my father," Abraxas stammered, his voice trembling. The past twenty minutes had felt like an eternity. Robert and his group had used every trick Abraxas once used to bully others, turning his own methods against him. How Robert knew all his tactics was a mystery to him.
"Go ahead," Robert said with a calm smile. "Tell your father, tell the school. We won't stop you."
Abraxas straightened up, attempting to sound confident. "Don't think there's no evidence just because you healed our injuries with potions. If you use too much, traces will remain!"
But Robert only laughed. "You misunderstand, Abu. I didn't give you healing potions to cover up evidence. I just wanted to keep you alive long enough to keep torturing you." His voice was gentle, but his words were chilling.
Abraxas felt a cold shiver run down his spine. This guy was a devil.
Tom chimed in, "Honestly, who's going to believe you? Even if you report it to the school, do you think the professors will take your word over ours? At most, they'll call it a fight between students. We won't get expelled for that."
"But... they can testify that it was you who attacked us first!" Abraxas argued, pointing at his friends.
Tom merely shrugged. "They're your friends. Who would believe them? And if their testimony counts, then..." He gestured to his companions behind him. "They'll swear you started it." His expression darkened. "And as long as we're not expelled... we'll continue our fun. I've got plenty of new ideas to try out."
The thought of being tormented every day made Abraxas's knees go weak. He tried to bargain, his voice shaking, "No... no! What will it take for you to leave me alone? I won't tell my father, and I won't go to the professors. Just... please, let me go..."
Robert smiled warmly. "Sure. As long as you behave and don't provoke us, we'll leave you alone."
"I swear! I won't bother you again!" Abraxas cried, tears streaming down his face. "But... what if someone else messes with you?"
"Then I'll come after you," Robert replied coldly.
"What?! Why me? If someone else causes trouble, why should I be the one punished?"
Robert looked at him with feigned helplessness. "Well, I don't know who else would dare to provoke us. But I do know where to find you."
"You... you're being completely unreasonable!" Abraxas was stunned.
Robert chuckled, glancing at Tom. "It seems he still doesn't get it... Tom, give him two more meals of dragon fruit and two sets of CPR."
Tom blinked in confusion. "Dragon fruit? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, just to add a little color. A bit of blood, you know..."
Abraxas collapsed to the ground, his face pale. Even if he didn't fully understand, the mention of blood was enough to terrify him. "No! I give in! I... I'll cooperate! I know who else is plotting against you! I'll tell you everything!"
Robert clapped his hands in satisfaction. "That's the spirit! Write down every name you know." He handed Abraxas a piece of parchment.
"After I write it all down... you'll leave me alone, right?" Abraxas asked hesitantly.
Robert laughed. "Of course. Once I find them, why would I need you? Unless... you enjoy this kind of attention?" He gave Abraxas a mocking look.
"No! Absolutely not! I'll write everything!" Abraxas frantically scribbled on the parchment, then turned to his friends. "Help me remember everyone... don't leave anyone out!"
Robert leaned in close, his voice low and menacing. "And don't think about lying to me, Abu. I know more about you than you realize."
Abraxas shivered. It was as if Robert could read his mind. He didn't dare play any tricks.
Five minutes later, Robert and his group left the room, leaving Abraxas and his friends huddled together, trembling.
Once they were far enough away, Robert pulled out the list Abraxas had written and compared it with the one Miller had given him earlier.
Tom watched curiously. "You don't trust Miller?"
Robert shook his head. "He swore an oath. If he lies, he risks death. But it's always good to double-check. This way, I protect Miller's identity while ensuring no names are missed." He handed the two lists to Tom.
Tom scanned them quickly. "Huh... Abraxas mentioned a few people Miller didn't."
Robert nodded. "Miller did his best, but he was working in secret. It's normal to miss a few names. Alright, time to visit our next target."
That day, Robert and his gang swept through Hogwarts, targeting every pure-blood student who had wronged them. Cries of pain echoed through the halls wherever they went.
The news spread quickly. The once-arrogant pure-bloods were silent, not daring to complain or report anything to the professors. They were utterly defeated.
On Sunday morning, Robert was summoned to Professor Slughorn's office.
Sitting calmly in his chair, Robert looked at the professor with an expression of perfect innocence.
Professor Slughorn placed a glass of iced pumpkin juice in front of him, his eyes cold. "You really caused a stir yesterday... Nearly all the pure-blood students in Slytherin were beaten up by you. Impressive."
Robert didn't deny it. "Yes, Professor. I did what I had to do."
Slughorn raised an eyebrow. "Not worried about being punished?"
Robert met his gaze steadily. "No, sir. I trust you and the school to see the truth. We didn't start this fight. But even if we did get punished, I wouldn't regret it. I did what was necessary."
The room was silent for a moment before Slughorn's stern expression melted into a smile. "You're quite something, Robert. I've never met a student like you before. You've got guts... and brains."
Slughorn's eyes sparkled with admiration. In just a few days, Robert had turned the school upside down, planting spies among the pure-bloods and defeating them all in a single day.
The professor leaned back, his smile growing wider. "Tell me, how did you do it?"
Robert explained everything—how he had learned of the plot against his friends, how he gathered intelligence, and how he had decided to strike first.
Slughorn listened intently, his admiration growing with every word. "Robert, you remind me of a young me... You're going to go far."
Robert smiled humbly. "I just want to protect my friends and study in peace, sir."
"Don't be so modest," Slughorn said, patting him on the shoulder. "You've got real talent. But next time, come to me first. I'll back you up."
"Thank you, Professor." Robert hesitated before adding, "Actually, I do need a favor. I want to start a Student Mutual Aid Club. Could you approve my notice for the bulletin board?"
Slughorn's eyes gleamed with interest. "A mutual aid society, huh? Sounds like a brilliant idea. Go ahead. I think you'll do great things with it."
And with that, Robert's influence at Hogwarts continued to grow.
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