Chapter Eleven How can I live without you, Professor Snape?
It is a bit inaccurate to say that Malfoy is a weakling, but there is absolutely no problem in saying that he pretends to be powerful and takes advantage of others.
Especially when the middle-aged man showed up, he jumped up and down with an arrogant look on his face, almost saying: Everyone here is rubbish!
Malfoy even imagined that he would expel Rove from Hogwarts, and with this wave of power, he would become the talker of the first-year students.
Then, he recruited the savior pig Harry Potter to his side, punched Gryffindor, kicked Hufflepuff, beat up Ravenclaw, and became the student leader of Hogwarts!
The middle-aged man strode over and attracted all the attention in an instant:
Empty eyes, a huge aquiline nose with an astonishing curvature, greasy black hair, enchanting steps, and a pure black cloak with a white background that was dragged on the ground and had not been washed for half a year.
He was so charming, like an old bat in the dark, so distinct and outstanding that when he walked up to the little wizard, no one had recovered from the shock.
How could there be such beauty in the world...ah, greasy people?
"Professor Snape, that's him!" Malfoy approached him, and the pungent breath that hit him almost knocked him out.
"It's him who... secretly raised Motla rats... and also stole my Galleons... magic items..."
Malfoy sneezed several times and rubbed his eyes again. Oh my god, the smell is so spicy to my eyes!
Professor Snape narrowed his dark pupils, first walked around the crowd, as if looking for someone, and finally stared at Rolf and said lazily:
"Is that what he said?"
Rolf was not afraid or panicked. He stood there quietly, not even showing any signs of pretending to be calm. He just shrugged and said:
"Is there any evidence?"
"Of course!" Malfoy puffed up his chest and pointed at his neck: "This is a wound bitten by a Motler rat. Goyle and Crabbe are both witnesses!"
Rolf moved closer, and Malfoy shrank his head in fear, but he remembered that Snape was beside him, and there were so many people watching around him, so he couldn't let his status drop!
"I'm not afraid of you!" he shouted: "Without the Mothra Rat sneaking up on me, you are nothing!"
"That's it?" Luofu sneered softly: "You said it was a wound, but why do I feel like it's a hickey!
At the train toilet door, I saw Goyle kissing you, and he put a strawberry mark on your neck... Neville and the others were all witnesses."
Everyone turned to look at Neville. He was a little scared to be stared at by so many people, but as a younger brother, he couldn't back down at this time. Neville repeated what Rolf taught him:
"I saw Goyle and Malfoy kissing. They were hugging each other, and Crabbe was pushing their butts..."
Shirley said calmly: "I also saw them kissing."
Hermione hesitated for a moment. She never lied, but she was also worried about Rolf being expelled. Finally, she gritted her teeth and nodded.
The little wizards gathered around and shouted "Oh". They didn't expect to hear such news on the first day of school.
So exciting!
Malfoy was furious and said: "You are talking nonsense! You are lying!!"
A witch who looked like a poodle rushed out from the crowd, covering her face and sobbing:
"Draco, no wonder you don't want to be my boyfriend. It turns out you like Goyle... I should have known it a long time ago. You two are tired of being together every day..."
"Pansy, don't believe them!" Malfoy was so stimulated that he lost his temper even more, trembling with anger and gritting his teeth.
"Quiet!" Snape said coldly, "Draco, is there any other evidence?"
"Yes, there is also the antidote for Mothras, Scamander gave it to me!" Malfoy hurriedly took out a small bottle and handed it over.
After taking it, Snape opened the bottle, just sniffed it, and then nodded and said, "Well, it's armadillo urine. This is the best antidote for motley rats."
"Aradillo's... urine?" Malfoy exclaimed in disbelief: "No way, absolutely impossible!"
"What?" Snape frowned, glanced at Malfoy and said, "Are you questioning my judgment?"
"No... Professor, I mean, how could it be urine?" Malfoy struggled: "I drank it, how could the urine be sweet?"
Snape's focus was not on the sweetness and sourness. He frowned slightly and said, "The armadillo's urine can detoxify the Mothra rat when applied to the wound. Why do you want to drink it?"
"Maybe..." Luo Fu chimed in: "That armadillo has severe diabetes, so its urine is sweet.
As for this Malfoy classmate, why he drinks urine may be a personal preference, but I personally suggest that young people should not be greedy for alcohol and should know how to exercise moderation."
Everyone looked at Malfoy with admiration. They were convinced. They were really convinced. They never expected that there would be such an awesome person among their peers!
Malfoy retched when he thought about how he drank half the bottle and showed off to others when he returned to the Slytherin carriage...
I'm no longer a human being!
Snape glanced at Lucius' stupid son with pity, and then gave Rove a quick gouge in his eyes.
"So, you admit that you gave this bottle of urine to Malfoy?"
"No, dear Professor Snape, I just speculate that the armadillo has diabetes. It does not mean that I gave it to him." Rolf smiled:
"Besides, Malfoy can't prove that I raised a motley rat and attacked him, but I have evidence to prove my innocence."
"What evidence?" Snape narrowed his eyes.
"When I entered Platform 9, Mr. Diggory from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures checked my luggage. He could confirm that I did not carry any prohibited items, including Motler rats.
All you need to do is send a letter to the Ministry of Magic. Isn't that more effective than any other evidence?"
"Maybe there were Mothra rats that attacked Malfoy, but I definitely didn't raise him, and it has nothing to do with me, right?" Rolf straightened his clothes, straightened his back, and said loudly:
"I don't understand...should a good person who is not good at words be wronged?!"
It was convincing, well-founded, neither humble nor arrogant... The little wizards all clapped their hands and looked at Luo Fu with the eyes of a hero.
At this moment, even Malfoy was a little shaken. Did he remember it wrong? It really wasn't Scamander who did it?
Snape was a little surprised. He looked at Scamander seriously for the first time. He snorted and said, "Don't bother me. I'll just check your box."
"No problem, as long as Professor Dumbledore allows it." Rolf smiled.
At this moment, a tall black-haired witch wearing an emerald green robe walked out of the oak door. She said seriously:
"Okay, Professor Snape, please return to your desk now."
Snape's expression was as bad as if he had heard that he was not allowed to eat at the dinner table. He cleared his throat and said: "Professor McGonagall, I haven't investigated this matter clearly yet..."
"Leave it to me, Professor Snape, this is Principal Dumbledore's order." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips.
"It seems that Professor Dumbledore does not allow you to check my box." Rolf said regretfully.
Snape glared at Rolf fiercely, turned around and strode away. This matter was not over yet. He would not allow his authority to be challenged by a student!
Malfoy was dumbfounded, wait... Did his patron, Dean Snape, just abandon him like this?
Watching the old bat-like figure gradually go away, Malfoy wanted to say:
"Professor Snape...how can I live without you...Professor Snape...Professor...Professor...Take me away...Professor!!"