The Return to Hogwarts

The furnishings in this dormitory have changed quite a bit since Amosta went to school, but the position of the beds seems to have remained the same. He stood at the door for a while, carefully examining the situation, and then walked towards the window.

Outside the window was the Black Lake, its surface shimmering with silvery-green light year-round—a superb vantage point. He hadn't lived there when he first entered Hogwarts, but after the Christmas holidays of his fifth year, he was 'forced' to move there due to the earnest invitations of his roommates.

The young wizard living here is probably quite wealthy. Amosta noticed a Nimbus series flying broomstick leaning against the headboard, and the bedding wasn't the standard school-provided bedding for young wizards; it was woven with gold thread and the finest velvet.

"Wow, it looks so magnificent!"

Amostella looked with interest at the exquisite household items arranged around the bed, and turned to ask who the bed belonged to. But when he saw Malfoy behind him, whose face had darkened even more, his doubts were resolved.

“It seems we two are destined to be together, Mr. Malfoy.”

“I can see it now, you’re a liar,” Malfoy said emphatically. “I’ve lived in this bed for almost two years and haven’t noticed anything wrong with it!”

"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 long. He picked up the flying broom from the bedside and tossed it to Malfoy, then told him to wait by the door.

"Do you think I would steal your things?"

“Not at all,” Amostella said, flicking her wand from her sleeve. “To ensure that the important items I’ve placed here aren’t taken by accident, I’ve taken precautions. It might be a bit noisy when we deal with it, but don’t worry, Mr. Malfoy, I assure you with my life that I can protect you.”

Amosta, wand in hand, approached Malfoy's luxurious bed. He stared at the rough brick wall, counting from the side closest to the window. After counting to the seventh brick, he looked at the gap between it and the eighth brick. Then, he waved his wand to move the bedside table aside, lowered his gaze to the floor, and counted seven more bricks from the inside out, exactly one-third of the way from the head of the bed.

He crouched down, ran his wand across his arm, and hot, crimson blood spurted out, splashing onto the dark blue floor tiles.

"What are you doing!"

Malfoy frowned in disgust and slowly moved over.

"The magic you use to protect things looks like dark magic?"

After Amosta healed his wounds, he stared intently at the ground. The blood splattered on the bluestone bricks was writhing strangely, as if influenced by some force, desperately burrowing into the ground. In no time, it was completely submerged. Then, a small, pale golden snake with its head held high emerged from the center of the stone bricks.

"Don't talk like that, Mr. Malfoy. It makes me think you're not a Slytherin student."

The appearance of the golden snake meant that his protective magic had not failed, and Amosta, in a good mood, teased him.

"Alright, Mr. Malfoy, if you don't want to wait outside, then you'd better be prepared and don't be scared by what's inside."

Malfoy wanted to say something sarcastic, but the words stuck in his throat. He suddenly felt that Amosta Blaine seemed a bit strange, but his pride wouldn't allow him to be so easily intimidated. After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't move.

Amostella ignored Malfoy and picked up his wand, pointing it at the little golden snake. As he chanted the spell, the magic in the air became viscous, and the already dim room became even darker.

Hiss~

The golden snake flicked its tongue and stretched its body. It swayed left and right, then slithered along the crack in the stone brick where it lived, moving as fast as a shadow. Finally, it returned to its original position, and its figure gradually dimmed until it disappeared.

After much trouble, a streak of light suddenly flashed across the dark blue stone brick surface. Then, the stone brick flipped outward along the crack in the middle, revealing a two-foot-deep black hole.

After a few seconds, the room remained silent. Unable to contain his curiosity, Malfoy peeked over. When he saw the little trinkets on the stone box at the bottom of the cave, Malfoy's expression froze for a moment, then he grinned, showing his teeth.

"So the big commotion you were talking about was just a spider the size of a fist?"

Malfoy sneered mockingly, "And this spider looks like it's finished, Blaine. Was it one of those little pets you kept when you were in school? You went to all this trouble just to find it a grave?"

“I disagree with you, Mr. Malfoy. I believe the spider is still alive.”

Amosta stared calmly at the spider lying motionless on the stone box lid, taking a step back. "It's probably just been in the dark for too long and might need some stimulation to—"

As he spoke, Amosta pointed his wand at the spider, and a gentle breeze appeared out of nowhere.

Just as he had said, when the breeze brushed against the spider's fine, bristle-like leg hairs, the spider, which had tucked its eight legs under its abdomen, suddenly reacted. It raised its ugly head, and its eight emerald green eyes darted around wildly.

"--So what? It still works."

Swish!

Before Malfoy could finish speaking, the spider's eight legs suddenly stretched out. Its jumping power was astonishing. Its fist-sized body leaped down and landed directly on the roof. Then, a blurry phantom flashed by, and the eight-eyed spider, which had been imprisoned for four or five years, finally returned to its original size!

Boom!

When the eight-eyed spider landed, the dormitory was immediately engulfed in a tremendous tremor, and the two beds in the center of the room were crushed into pieces by its massive body!

Click, click, click!

The eight-eyed spider, which had been imprisoned by Amosta for five or six years, was frantically waving its mouthparts. If it could speak, Amosta believed that his ancestors for eighteen generations would probably be cursed!

The endless violence and rage made the eight-eyed spider, who had suddenly regained its freedom, unable to remain still for a moment. Its two terrifying black pincers swung wildly in the air, and its six slender legs covered with tough, fleshy hair supported its massive body as it rampaged through the room. Before long, apart from Malfoy's bed, there was hardly anything intact left in the room.

Click!

Finally, the spider, its anger slightly quelled, nailed all six of its legs into the hard rock wall. It was on the other side of the room, under the ceiling, looking down at Amosta with all eight eyes staring at it, who had subjected it to inhuman torture. Its jaws were wide open, ready for a desperate fight!

"Hey, long time no see, Little Eight Eyes!"

Amosta waved his wand-wielding right hand, "It's so nice to see you still so energetic!"

"What have you been doing?"

Malfoy, who had been paralyzed on the ground, stared blankly at Amostella's forehead, muttering in a dreamlike tone. Suddenly, his deathly pale face flushed, and as if in a final burst of energy, he sprang to his feet, roaring at Amostella.

"How dare you hide something like this by my bedside, Blaine! I'm going to tell my father all this, and you won't be alive tomorrow!"

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Chapter 25 The Polite Malfoy

Faced with Draco Malfoy's impotent rage, Amosta remained calm and collected. He shrugged innocently, turned to look at him, and said...

"What a pity, I thought you would find it cute!"

Who would find a creature that combines terror, danger, and ugliness cute? Are they crazy?!

Malfoy wanted to retort in this way, but the eight-eyed spider, who had already fantasized countless times about the exhilarating scene of revenge in his mind, did not have the patience to wait for the two of them to talk. It saw that the powerful wizard who had locked himself up had carelessly turned his gaze away, thinking that this was the perfect opportunity to launch a sneak attack!

call!

The whooshing sound of its massive body, as large as a horse pulling a carriage, crashing through the air was terrifying. Malfoy's pupils suddenly contracted, and time seemed to slow down at that moment. He slowly opened his mouth and watched as the hairs on the spider's slender limbs became clear.

Malfoy wanted to remind Amosta, but suddenly realized that his lips were moving so slowly that even if he were crushed into a pile of minced meat by the spider, he might not be able to utter a single word!

Just when Malfoy thought he was doomed, Amosta, seemingly oblivious, suddenly turned around and raised his wand high. The tip of the wand glowed faintly, and he chopped down like chopping wood. In the room filled with eerie light, a thin, dark light barrier suddenly appeared. It was like an extremely sharp knife, blocking the two of them, with the blade facing the eight-eyed spider that was swooping down!

The emerald green light in the spider's eight compound eyes in mid-air underwent a subtle change. It seemed to sense the danger and attempted to wed its slender limbs into the wall to stop itself.

Unfortunately, the previous leap was too forceful, and in its haste, it was unable to withstand the powerful inertia brought by its massive body. In the split second, it shielded its two large black mastiffs in front of it, hoping to avoid some damage.

Wow!

The black rain poured down instantly, and the spider's body, split in two, crashed heavily to the ground with a thud, its green internal organs, intestines, and bodily fluids scattering all over the ground.

Malfoy stood behind the milky-white light shield conjured by Amostella, staring blankly at the spider that had split in two. The gradually weakening clicking sounds emanating from the two large black mastiffs sounded to him like the wails and accusations of those dying men, and so Malfoy's legs began to tremble involuntarily.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Malfoy, I’ve made a mess of your dorm room, but don’t worry, I’ll fix it for you in a bit.”

Amosta withdrew his magical shield and apologized. He walked to the spider's corpse, ignoring the still-burning hatred in its emerald compound eyes, and instead poked at its mouthparts with his fingers, as if searching for something. After a while, a look of regret crossed his face.

“I forgot again, I’ve already collected the venom… It seems that food scarcity and lack of exercise cause the venom of the eight-eyed spider to recover very slowly.”

Malfoy's body trembled violently. He shifted his gaze to Amostella, who seemed to be blaming himself for eating too many cookies for afternoon tea, which had resulted in a lack of appetite for dinner. For the first time, he truly understood what fear was and what power was!

"What kind of magic is that?" Malfoy knew his voice was trembling, but he couldn't control it.

"What?" Amosta didn't hear clearly at first, and he looked up with a surprised expression.

"The magic you just used to kill that beast... the spider."

"Oh!" Amosta lowered his head again, rummaging through the valuable organs, and casually said, "I haven't named it, Mr. Malfoy. If you'd like, I can give you the naming rights... phew!"

Amostah stood up in disappointment. He walked to the stone box, but instead of taking it out immediately, he rummaged through his personal storage bag and pulled out a glass bottle containing a dark green potion a few seconds later.

Hiss!

The seemingly ordinary stone box emitted a foul-smelling white smoke the moment it came into contact with the potion, as if it itself carried an extremely high temperature and directly evaporated the potion.

Noticing that Malfoy's body trembled violently again, Amosta kindly explained,

"I've placed a tracking charm and a highly poisonous potion on the box. Touching it carelessly will get you into big trouble."

Since the poison has already been applied, is there any need to cast a tracking spell?

Malfoy thought to himself, but he didn't have the courage to ask.

"All right!"

Amostella picked up the stone box, her tone becoming more relaxed. She glanced around at the mess and waved her wand forcefully.

The collapsed bed and the cabinet shattered into pieces jumped back into their places. The tattered personal belongings returned to their original shapes in mid-air. Feathers crawled back into the cushions and bedding. The damaged books automatically repaired themselves and jumped back into their original positions neatly. The magic lamp on the ceiling emitted a faint light again. The green blood splattered on the wizard's robe and sweater turned into writhing liquid figures, twisting their hips and stuffing themselves back into the belly of the eight-eyed spider.

Amosta waved his wand again, and the spider's corpse turned into a wisp of smoke and vanished. In the blink of an eye, the dormitory was once again clean and comfortable.

"Well then, thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Malfoy."

Amosta tucked the box under his arm and said cheerfully, "I think you won't mind keeping today's events a secret, will you?"

Malfoy nodded stiffly and mechanically, "I will keep this a secret for you... Mr. Blaine."

"Thank you!" Amosta nodded politely in thanks, then turned and left.

Draco Malfoy stood motionless by his bed, staring at the familiar dormitory. The events that had just transpired left no trace; it all seemed like a dream.

Ten minutes later, he suddenly remembered something, and his pale cheeks quickly flushed red. He ran out of the dormitory and quickly crossed the spiral staircase into the mansion's lounge. Amosta had already left, and the place was still empty. Malfoy ran to the table by the fireplace, where the letter he had been writing was still lying quietly. He grabbed the letter, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the fireplace.

Amidst the rising flames, Malfoy pulled another clean parchment from his satchel and once again bent down to write furiously…