## Chapter 381: Malfoy and the Boggart
With a soft ding, the countdown on the blackboard vanished instantly, and the classroom door slammed shut with a *BANG*.
The loud crash startled the students, who then watched as all the curtains in the classroom began to move. They had to scramble to get out of the way, quickly finding themselves separated.
The curtains seemed to have a Silencing Charm on them; as soon as companions were separated, their calls quickly faded into the distance, and the surroundings became eerily quiet.
Everyone felt like they had become an isolated island.
Some frantically moved around the curtains, trying to reunite with friends, but all they saw were endless layers of curtains, making them wonder—is the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom really this big?
It's as if I've fallen into another dimension.
Then, someone heard rustling sounds nearby, and behind a curtain, a small shadow seemed to appear...
...
At this point, Wade had already figured it out: "Has an Undetectable Extension Charm been cast in the classroom?"
He was far too familiar with this spell; even without activating his other vision, he could identify it by experience alone.
"Haha, I knew you'd notice!"
Professor Flitwick said happily, "I told Sera before that you're quite the expert in this field!"
"This is temporary," Professor Abigail said with a smile. "I'm applying to Professor McGonagall to remodel the Basilisk's Chamber of Secrets. Perhaps you could put in a good word for me?"
"This has nothing to do with putting in a good word for anyone—remodeling the school's Chamber of Secrets involves many issues. The funding provided by the school shareholders doesn't include this! And we also need to ensure the safety of students entering and exiting the Chamber."
Professor McGonagall said with a stern face.
"That's why we're experimenting, isn't it?"
Professor Abigail shrugged, then smiled, "And I also have to thank Wade. I didn't expect him to be able to create all the magical creature Magic Golems I requested so quickly. Otherwise, I would have just let them see the Boggart first today."
"Why not?" Professor Flitwick suggested enthusiastically. "Having both the real and the fake makes it much more fun."
Professor Abigail: "...I guess so!"
The two immediately agreed, happily going to get the Boggart as well, while Professor McGonagall simply pretended not to notice.
Wade remained silent, quietly releasing the Magic Golems one by one from his bag, while also giving them more detailed commands—
For example, each student could only be attacked by one monster, no ganging up; they couldn't attack certain vital areas, couldn't maim, and couldn't urinate or spit on students...
Professor McGonagall listened from the side, a cold bead of sweat slowly trickling down her forehead.
After the last Magic Golem enlarged and went off, menacingly wielding a wooden club to find its target, Professor McGonagall pondered for a long time before asking about the one thing she found most unacceptable:
"Wade, your Magic Golems... would they really... in public... you know..."
Wade sighed helplessly.
"They did similar things during testing."
"But..." Professor McGonagall still found it incredible. "Whose thoughts did you inject into them?"
"Because I needed to mimic magical creatures, I chose some actual magical creatures this time—who knew there would be such side effects."
Wade said with a hint of relief, "Fortunately, these are not for sale, otherwise they definitely wouldn't sell."
—So, student mental health doesn't need to be considered?
Professor McGonagall really wanted to ask this, but then she remembered that these Magic Golems were all painstakingly created and freely donated to the school by Wade, so being critical felt a bit ungracious.
Never mind, let it be.
Attacks from magical creatures inherently have no bottom line; it's probably good for students to experience them early... so that later, when they encounter real danger, they don't throw away their Wand just because their backside was touched...
Professor McGonagall convinced herself of this, finally letting go of her worries for the students.
By the time Professor Abigail and Professor Flitwick brought in a large box using the Levitation Charm, Wade had already set up the Master Mirror for the Streaming Mirror. A dozen mirrors floated before him, each displaying scenes from different corners.
At Professor McGonagall's subtle hint, one of the cameras constantly followed Draco Malfoy, to prevent the Slytherin from causing any more incidents.
Wade, meanwhile, selected some exciting segments to compile into a new video recording. Professor McGonagall would use this as a basis to apply to the Ministry of Magic and the school board for more funds to remodel the Chamber of Secrets.
...
Draco Malfoy didn't notice the extra pair of eyes above him.
He pushed through curtain after curtain, never seeing anyone else, but instead encountered a Grindylow, breaking its claws before escaping.
Draco felt somewhat annoyed, and a faint sense of fear lingered in his heart.
Suddenly, a tall figure appeared in front, looking somewhat like Blaise.
Draco excitedly ran over, pushed aside the curtain, and then froze.
"Fa... father..." Draco stammered, "What are you doing here?"
The tall figure before him was none other than Lucius Malfoy.
Lucius turned around, his eyes coldly fixed on Draco, as if he were an eyesore.
"Father?"
Draco asked softly.
"Draco!" Lucius, standing before him, roared in anger, "You've disgraced the family name! You're no Malfoy! Get out! I don't have a son like you!"
The man bellowed and strode forward, suddenly resembling Professor Snape. Draco panicked, backing away repeatedly, then abruptly turned and ran.
What's going on? Why would Dad say that? Aren't I his son? Could it be because of what happened with Crabbe last time, so he…
Draco's mind was in a turmoil.
No matter what Dad says, Mom definitely won't agree. Yes, as long as I find Mom…
Draco didn't know where he was running. He conjured a huge black snake with his wand, which coiled around a Red Cap that suddenly popped out. After turning a corner, an even more familiar figure appeared before him.
Narcissa Malfoy looked down, wiping away tears, sobbing, "I'm sorry, Draco… The truth is, you're not mine and your father's child. We picked you up from a Muggle trash can… You're a Mudblood…"
"Our real child has finally been found, and you… you should go back to your Muggle parents…"
"No, impossible! I'm not! I'm not a Mudblood!"
Draco roared in disbelief, unwilling to listen to his mother anymore, and turned to run.
Curtain, curtain, still a curtain…
Just as Draco vaguely felt something was wrong, he saw another figure.
This time, he saw Narcissa lying in a pool of blood, her face deathly pale, her dull, gray eyes staring blankly at Draco.
Draco: "Aaaaaah——"
…
"Wade?" Professor McGonagall called out, displeased.
"It wasn't me, Professor," Wade said. "I don't know what's going on with Malfoy; he keeps going back to where the Boggart is."
"How did that curtain move…"
Professor McGonagall's words trailed off as she saw Professor Flitwick's embarrassed expression.
"I'm sorry, that was me."
Professor Flitwick said apologetically, "I was trying to make him go to the perimeter, but for some reason, the more I tried to stop him, the more he moved towards this side…"
Professor McGonagall: "…"
She looked sympathetically at Draco Malfoy in the mirror and said, "Take the Boggart away… They haven't learned how to deal with this kind of creature yet."
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