When Malfoy confirmed that his commands were useless against Amosta Brain, his eyes instantly grew cold.
He didn't want to bother with him at all, only wanting to go back and finish his letter. But for some reason, when Brain, who carried the title of investigator, politely bade him farewell and walked towards the dormitory, he still followed behind him.
"I have to keep an eye on you, Brain, in case someone discovers their valuables missing when school starts!"
When Amosta noticed Draco Malfoy trailing behind him, looking surprised, Malfoy said fiercely, "I wouldn't dare vouch for someone of unknown origin!"
"Your statement is reasonable, Mr. Malfoy. Then, please help me bear witness."
Amosta nodded, no longer paying him any mind.
There were many empty dormitories in each House's dormitory building. Whenever a young wizard graduated, their dormitory, where they had lived for seven years, would become empty. However, this dormitory wouldn't necessarily be immediately put into use; it might remain empty for two years before new first-year wizards moved in.
"This is my dormitory!"
So, when Brain stopped at the door of his own dormitory, Draco's face turned as black as if it had been smeared with ink.
"Oh, really?" Amosta raised an eyebrow. "What a lucky coincidence. This saves me from having to use violence to open the door, so... Mr. Malfoy, would you mind opening the door for me?"
Though reluctant, now that he was here, Malfoy was still curious about what was hidden in his dormitory. He seemed to have realized that Amosta was not a wealthy person, so he threatened him fiercely,
"If you break anything, I'll make you pay for it at full price!"
This dormitory and its furnishings had changed quite a bit since Amosta's school days, but the bed's position seemed largely untouched. He stood at the doorway, carefully observing for a moment, then walked towards the window.
Outside the window was the Black Lake, constantly shimmering with silver-green light. It was an excellent viewing spot. When he first entered Hogwarts, he didn't live there, but after the Christmas holidays in his fifth year, unable to resist his roommates' earnest invitations, he was 'forced' to move there.
The young wizard living here now must be quite wealthy. Amosta saw a brand-new Nimbus series broom leaning against the headboard, and the bedding wasn't the standard issue provided by the school. It was woven and filled with gold thread and the finest velvet.
"Oh, it looks truly luxurious--"
Amosta looked with interest at the exquisite living utensils placed near the bed. He turned to ask who the bed belonged to, but when he saw Malfoy, whose face had darkened even further, behind him, his confusion was resolved.
"It seems we are truly fated, Mr. Malfoy."
"I can tell, you're a liar," Malfoy said firmly. "I've lived on this bed for nearly two years and haven't found anything amiss!"
"Perhaps it's because you haven't observed carefully enough, Mr. Malfoy."
Amosta knew Malfoy probably didn't like him, so he didn't plan to stay too long. He picked up the flying broom from the headboard and tossed it to Malfoy, then instructed him to wait by the door.
"Do you think I'll steal your things?"
"Not at all," Amosta shook his wand from his sleeve. "To ensure that the important items I placed here aren't accidentally taken, I made two preparations. It might be a bit loud when I deal with it later, but don't worry, Mr. Malfoy, I guarantee with my life that I can protect your safety."
Amosta held his wand and stood beside Malfoy's luxurious bed. He stared at the rough stone wall. Starting from the window side, he counted to the seventh stone, then stared at the seam between it and the eighth stone. Next, he waved his wand to move the bedside table, shifted his gaze downwards, and counted seven more bricks from the inside out, which was exactly a third of the way from the head of the bed.
He squatted down, ran his wand across his arm, and hot, crimson blood sprayed out, splattering onto the dark green floor tiles.
"What are you doing!"
Malfoy frowned with disgust, slowly shuffling over.
"The magic you use to protect your things seems to be Dark Arts?"
After healing his own wounds, Amosta focused intently on the ground. The fresh blood splattered on the bluestone tiles was wriggling strangely. Influenced by some force, it desperately burrowed underground. In a moment, it completely sank into the ground. Then, a pale golden snake, its head raised, emerged from the center of the stone tile.
"Don't say such unprofessional things, Mr. Malfoy. That will make me mistake you for not being a Slytherin student."
The appearance of the golden snake meant his protective magic had not failed. Amosta, in a good mood, teased him.
"Alright, Mr. Malfoy, if you're unwilling to wait outside, then you'd better be mentally prepared. Don't be scared by what's inside."
Malfoy wanted to mock him, but the words stuck in his throat. He suddenly felt that this Amosta Brain seemed a bit eerie. However, his pride wouldn't allow him to be scared so easily. After a moment of hesitation, he still didn't move.
Amosta didn't bother with Malfoy anymore. He aimed his wand at the little golden snake. As the incantation was chanted, the magic in the air thickened, and the already dim room subtly grew even darker.
Hiss hiss~
The golden snake flicked its tongue and stretched its body. It swayed left and right, slithering along the edges of the stone tiles where it lived. Its speed was like a phantom. Finally, it returned to its original spot, its figure gradually fading until it disappeared.
After much effort, a streak of light suddenly flashed across the dark green stone tile surface. Immediately after, the stone tile flipped open along a central crack, revealing a two-foot-deep black hole.
After waiting a few seconds, the room remained quiet. Malfoy, unable to contain his curiosity, peered in. When he saw the small item placed on the stone box at the bottom of the hole, Malfoy's expression stiffened for a moment, then he grinned, baring his teeth.
"So you meant a fist-sized spider when you said 'big commotion'?"
Malfoy scoffed mockingly, "And this spider looks dead already, Brain. It's not some little toy you kept from school, is it? Did you go through all this trouble just to find it a burial ground?"
"I don't share your view, Mr. Malfoy. I believe this spider is still alive."
Amosta said calmly, staring at the motionless spider on the stone box lid. He retreated a bit. "It might just have been in a lightless environment for too long. It probably needs some stimulation to—"
Saying that, Amosta pointed his wand at the spider, and a gentle breeze appeared out of thin air.
As expected, when the breeze swept over the spider's fine, prickly leg hairs, the spider, which had its eight legs tucked under its abdomen, suddenly reacted. It raised its ugly head, and its eight green eyes spun wildly.
"—So what? What can it do?"
Whoosh!
Before Malfoy could finish speaking, the spider's eight legs suddenly extended. Its jumping power was astonishing. Its fist-sized body leaped with all its might, directly jumping onto the ceiling. Then, a blurred phantom flashed, and the eight-eyed spider, which had been confined for four or five years, finally returned to its original size!
Boom!
When the eight-eyed spider landed, the dormitory immediately shook as if the sky was falling and the earth was crumbling. The two beds in the center of the room were directly crushed into pieces by its massive body!
Clatter, clatter, clatter!
The eight-eyed spider, which had been confined by Amosta for five or six years, frantically thrashed its mouthparts. If it could speak, Amosta believed his ancestors for eighteen generations would probably be cursed throughout!
Endless violence and rage prevented the eight-eyed spider, which had suddenly regained its freedom, from remaining still for a moment. Its two horrifyingly large black chelicerae thrashed desperately in the air. Its six slender legs, covered in stiff bristles, supported its massive body as it rampaged through the room. In a short while, apart from Malfoy's bed, hardly any intact objects could be found in the room.
Crack!
Finally, the spider, its anger somewhat appeased, drove all six of its legs into the hard rock wall. It was now on the ceiling on the other side of the room, looking down from above. Its eight eyes glared at Amosta, who had subjected it to inhuman torment. Its grotesque mouthparts opened to their widest, ready for a life-or-death struggle!
"Hey, long time no see, little eight-eyes!"
Amosta waved his right hand, which held the wand. "I'm so glad to see you're still so lively!"
"What have you done...?"
Malfoy, who had somehow become paralyzed on the ground, stared blankly at Amosta's forehead, muttering in a dreamlike tone. Suddenly, his incredibly pale face turned crimson. As if coming back to life, he sprang up from the ground and roared at Amosta,
"You actually dared to hide something like this next to my bed, Brain?! I'm going to tell my father everything, and you'll be packed and gone before tomorrow!"
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