Draco Malfoy fell silent for a moment, then slowly stood, his tone revealing undisguised disgust.
"Tiamat, I'm afraid you've misunderstood something."
"I may be somewhat naive."
"But that's because my friends are clever enough, and my followers are brave enough."
"The great Malfoy family need only remain noble—that's sufficient."
"Scheming and plotting desperately—only lowly outsiders like you need such things."
He paused, his young eyes flashing with momentum remarkably similar to Lucius Malfoy's.
"Don't think to use a Malfoy, or else..."
His voice dropped low and threatening.
"I'll personally inform Shelby of this matter, and my father will make your family pay a terrible price."
"Crabbe, Goyle, we're leaving."
With that, he turned and walked out of the common room.
The serpent-carved door slammed shut with a thunderous crash, completely cutting off the strange and stunned gazes behind him.
Draco Malfoy couldn't help but exhale deeply, his tensed scalp finally relaxing.
Damn, nearly got played. Stupid Potter and poor Weasley really are easier to bully...
He was naive, but he wasn't stupid.
Being provoked meant that in some people's eyes, he'd become an easily manipulated "fool."
Most importantly, Tiamat's curse magic from Egyptian wizarding society was bizarre and terrifying, making one's heart chill involuntarily. He lacked sufficient ability to retaliate effectively.
Draco Malfoy clenched his fists tightly, once again realizing the importance of strength.
So to regain confidence and vent...
He decided...
"Come on, to the library—stupid Potter and poor Weasley must be there!"
On the way out of the dungeons, Crabbe scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, asking: "Draco, do you really think we're brave?"
"You were so cool just now."
Goyle seemed very happy, his round, thick cheeks squeezing his features together.
"This is the first time you've praised us..."
Praised?!
Recalling his earlier boasting, Draco Malfoy felt mortified. He glared at the two hatefully.
Whether you're brave or not—don't you have any self-awareness?!
When facing danger, you've both fainted several times!
Next time, I'll personally hit you with Confringo! My father has plenty of money for compensation!
"Hmph..."
As Draco left, Theodore Nott rarely chuckled, and Blaise Zabini and others smiled with relief.
They truly loved and hated Draco's mind, but at least this guy had moments of growth...
"Alright, we should do something too."
Just then, fourth-year Justin suddenly stood up, clapping his hands to draw everyone's attention back.
"Don't waste time on messy affairs and people. Do what you should do."
Justin's eyes coldly swept over Tiamat, his words carrying both wariness and disdain.
"Father is studying, yet we're here drinking tea and chatting. Isn't that rather too leisurely?"
As his words fell, the tense atmosphere in the common room seemed swept by a gentle breeze. Everyone rose in unison, dispersing separately.
The earlier topic had left them in cold sweats—no one wanted to continue sitting with the dangerous Tiamat...
Theodore Nott walked to Ramos Tiamat's side, leaning down to whisper in his ear:
"Father has no weaknesses. If you dare spout nonsense again, I'll definitely kill you..."
With that, he drew his wand and headed toward the dueling practice room. Continuous explosive sounds faintly echoed—like a warning, more like a threat...
"No, he does."
Ramos Tiamat slowly shook his head, his brow revealing undisguised regret and deep thought.
He'd underestimated Malfoy, and even more so the Slytherins' fear of Shelby.
But this was good...
If he wasn't mistaken, many Slytherins' lives were under Shelby's control, including his own.
He could faintly sense that deep in his abdomen, that dark liquid disguised as flesh and nerves was symbiotically existing with him in an indescribable way.
This flesh that didn't belong to him could be withdrawn at any time, letting him die on some unnoticed night.
As the grandson of a funeral high priest, he was completely capable of replacing this flesh and organs that didn't belong to him.
But he didn't dare, and didn't want to.
This was his connection to Father, and Father's ticket of unconditional trust in him...
What terrifying power indeed.Ramos Tiamat's breathing grew excited.
The golden bracelet he toyed with seemed suddenly imbued with life, abruptly decomposing. Sharp segments and antennae emerged from gorgeous, smooth shells.
Golden scarab beetles flowed slowly along his slender, pale wrist, finally gathering at his fingertips.
Dazzling shells slightly lifted, colorful thin wings trembled gently, producing subtle, pleasant sounds like nature's whispers.
The Egyptian youth raised his hand, gazing fondly at his scarab beetles.
"Such power shouldn't have weaknesses. I absolutely won't allow Father to have weaknesses..."
"Don't you agree, Hathor?"
The instant his words fell, the crackling dry wood in the fireplace, the babbling lake water outside the window, and the faint explosive roars from the distant dueling practice room—in this moment, all were muted.
The entire world became terrifyingly quiet, leaving only silent conversation between him and ten scarab beetles...
Meanwhile, in the female prefect's dormitory.
Gemma Farley leaned weakly against the door, biting her lower lip hard, unable to recover for a long time.
Shy, excited pink bloomed like cherry blossoms under dawn's first light, spreading from her neck to her ears.
Reason's dam swayed precariously in emotion's flood. She bit her lip corner hard, blood seeping out.
The spreading pain pulled her hazy thoughts back to reality, the girl's tense body gradually relaxing.
"Damn Shelby!"
Her cold lip corner trembled slightly, inadvertently stained blood slowly spreading.
"Farley, are you alright?"
Riley Shafiq handed over her portable dittany essence, looking somewhat worried.
"Of course, I'm fine..."
When she realized she could no longer resist, Gemma Farley panted rapidly several times, loving and sweet light floating again in her angry, resentful eyes.
She suddenly grabbed her friend's shoulders, her originally calm voice trembling slightly with excitement:
"Riley, did you hear? He actually called me darling—the love potion worked on him!"
Riley Shafiq's mouth twitched.
Don't even mention him...
In the male prefect's dormitory.
The Shelby family enchantment book was turned to its last page, library materials scattered across the floor.
The flame-burned wooden plaque, as the flames died, seemed to experience time reversal.
Complex, twisted patterns slowly writhed and contracted, returning to their original smoothness.
The charred runic brands gradually faded in color, leaving only barely perceptible shallow traces...
"Fuck!"
Tiger cursed through gritted teeth, his violent voice mixed with undisguised exhaustion and defeat.
Seemingly sensing his emotions, flames around the pale hand bones blazed more fiercely.
However, none of this helped. Tiger casually waved his hand—flames completely extinguished, flesh regenerated.
He irritably held his forehead, like a starving tiger unable to hunt prey, his entire aura restless.
Just then, Venom suddenly spoke:
[Bastard, I told you long ago.]
[Your enchantment is definitely not the same thing as Shelby family enchantment, just like my birth.]
[These books are useless to you. Shelby family experience is irrelevant to you.]
[You should try a different approach...]
"..."
Tiger said nothing. He planned to rest for a few days—this period's failures had truly disgusted him thoroughly.
~~~~❃❃~~~~~~~~❃❃~~~~
The story isn't over...
🤔 Want to know what happens next to the characters?
🤫 Eager to explore the untold secrets of this world?
✍️ Ready to read more of my wildest stories?
✨patreon.com/DarkGolds