Being expelled from Hogwarts was indeed one of the few "excellent traditions" that the Sakamoto family has passed down to this day.
Many generations of Wizards had unlocked this achievement, such as Newt Scamander.
Rolf could even proudly express disdain for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, and then use the Grimm formula: Before you were cursed, Scamander was already "cursed"!
Of course, upon closer inspection, it had nothing to do with curses; it was more because Wizards of the Sakamoto family liked to raise Magical Creatures, so being expelled was not that difficult to understand.
Therefore, when Rolf came to Hogwarts this time, he only did three things:
Graduate, graduate, and graduate!
Getting a degree was really important; the Sakamoto family couldn't all be dropouts, could they?
As they were about to return to their compartment, Rolf spotted two familiar figures from afar, furtively guarding the door, looking around as if keeping watch for someone.
The two short, chubby boys were indeed keeping watch; upon seeing Rolf, Goyle tried hard to whistle to alert the people inside the compartment to come out.
But Goyle was too nervous, and the whistle didn't sound; fortunately, Crabbe wasn't too stupid and quickly knocked on the wooden door of the compartment.
However, a terrified shriek responded, followed by a pig-slaughtering, earth-shattering wail from inside the compartment.
For a moment, Goyle and Crabbe were in a dilemma.
Run away?
Malfoy was still inside the compartment; if they just slipped away like this, they would face severe consequences afterward!
But opening the door and going in to save him… don't joke, screams came from the compartment, Malfoy was clearly in danger, going in at this time, not to mention being useless, would most likely lead to trouble for them too.
They were a bit slow to react, but not stupid!
The two stood frozen at the door, Rolf walked step by step, and as he approached the door, he frowned, as if a little impatient, saying:
"Scram!"
The two short, chubby boys growled, their fists clenched, knuckles creaking… who wasn't a lawless young master at home, how could they one day be told to "scram"!
That dismissive look made the two feel even more indignant and humiliated; they glared angrily, and then…
They strode away, without looking back.
Scram then scram!
Hmph!!
Goyle and Crabbe ran off, disappearing in a few moments.
Rolf opened the compartment door, his azure eyes narrowed as he looked inside.
A pale, thin boy was screaming hysterically; on his neck, a creature resembling a rat, but with an anemone-like hump on its back, was clinging.
The creature opened its pointed mouth and bit down hard on the boy's neck; he fell backward, hitting the ground hard.
"Malfoy!" Neville exclaimed, "What is that rat?"
"Mortl rat."
Rolf expressionlessly threw out a dried fish, and the Mortl rat reluctantly let go of Malfoy; it leaped up, opened its mouth and sucked, pulling the dried fish into its mouth, and immediately began to tear at it, swallowing the dried fish whole in a few bites.
Malfoy curled up on the ground, a bite mark on his pale neck, swollen and red.
"I'm going to die!" he cried. "Someone save me… I'm going to die…"
"You only got bitten by a Mortl rat, you won't die." Rolf slowly walked into the compartment, examining it.
"Then why am I retching, nauseous…" Malfoy covered his mouth, retching until tears came to his eyes.
"You won't die, but I didn't say you wouldn't get sick." Rolf turned to look at the terrified brown-haired girl, and raised his chin, saying:
"Hermione, explain to him the symptoms of a Mortl rat bite."
Hermione paused for a moment, then said: "Those bitten will experience retching symptoms, and severe patients… will also… emit sparks."
"Sparks from the anus!" Rolf emphasized.
Malfoy: "…"
"It's fine, it'll last at most 48 hours." Rolf checked around, then sat down in a chair, chuckling:
"Malfoy, right, you'll be the most flamboyant student this year, with sparks and lightning from your butt during the Sorting, and years from now, everyone will still remember your entrance."
"…"
Malfoy touched his butt, a little panicked; no wonder it was burning hot, like a wooden stick had been shoved in.
"There's not no way to fix it; this is… liquid secreted by an armadillo." Rolf pulled out a small crystal vial, a strange smile on his face:
"Taken internally and applied externally, you'll be back to normal in a few hours."
"Give it to me quickly!" Malfoy reached for the crystal vial, but Rolf raised his elbow and knocked the boy's hand away.
Malfoy threatened sharply: "My father is a school governor, and also good friends with Dean Snape, believe it or not, I'll have him expel you immediately!"
Rolf smiled, he slightly shifted his gaze, narrowing his eyes: "Why are you in our compartment?"
"I…"
"When I left, I specifically closed the window, so why is it open again now?" Rolf said unhurriedly:
"And that Mortl rat, I left it to guard the compartment; if no one touched the box, it wouldn't actively attack a Wizard."
Rolf said calmly: "Malfoy, you took advantage of our absence, intending to throw our luggage out the window, didn't you?"
When he said this, the looks in Hermione, Shirley, and Neville's eyes changed.
If it was just causing trouble, that would be one thing, but to think he wanted to throw out their luggage, that was too despicable!
Especially Hermione, like a cat with its fur bristling; she had brought the most things, and if she wasn't afraid of being expelled, Hermione really wanted to take Shirley's baseball bat and give Malfoy a wide open head like Kennedy.
Malfoy's expression was a little unnatural, but he quickly hummed in a feminine voice: "Don't talk nonsense, you have no proof!"
"Yes, we indeed have no proof." Rolf nodded lightly. "Even if we tell the Professor, the school won't punish you, besides, your father Lucius has connections with Dean Snape, so he can pull strings for you."
"Good that you know." Malfoy became even more arrogant, saying proudly:
"Then why aren't you quickly giving me the antidote, apologizing to me, and giving me all your Galleons… otherwise, when my father comes, he'll expel all of you!"
"Expel? How can he expel me when I don't even have an acceptance letter from Hogwarts?" Rolf chuckled.
Malfoy: "…"
"But you have connections, and what you say goes… since I'm going to be expelled anyway, as a parting gift, let this Bag Spider bite you too."
Rolf held the cage and placed the Bag Spider in front of Malfoy.
Malfoy shivered with fright; he stammered, his voice dry: "Don't… it's all a misunderstanding, it's all my fault… I apologize to you…"
"You're apologizing already? I thought you could hold out a bit longer." Rolf patted Malfoy's shoulder: "Honestly, I still prefer your arrogant look."
Malfoy stared at the spider, his face pale, but he still had to maintain a smile, making him look very comical; he pleaded: "Just forgive me this once, Goyle and Crabbe made me come."
"Since you said so, and we'll all be classmates, I have to give you a chance to turn over a new leaf." Rolf tilted his head, smiling: "But I can't give you this Potion for free, can I…"
"Oh, how could you." Malfoy quickly said: "I can buy it, is ten Galleons enough?"
"Ten Galleons?" Rolf stared at Malfoy, disdainfully: "Are you trying to bribe a beggar? This bottle alone is worth more than ten Galleons, it's a Victorian antique.
You can't get it for less than a hundred Galleons in Knockturn Alley, ha~ is the Malfoy family really that poor?"
Malfoy was furious; he hated it when people called him poor, who was he looking down on?!
"I only brought two hundred Galleons, take it all!" Malfoy pulled out a lizard-skin wallet and took out a handful of Galleons.
"Two hundred Galleons, barely enough, since we're classmates, I'll take a loss." Rolf said with a look of being exploited.
Two hundred and he still thinks it's too little… Malfoy was so angry he wanted to vomit blood; this was all the pocket money he had brought, he truly had no spare money on him.
His family was indeed rich, but Hogwarts was a boarding school, there was no place to spend money, so he hadn't brought too many Galleons.
He was reaching for the Potion when Rolf frowned again; Malfoy cursed in his heart, this scoundrel was indeed untrustworthy.
Rolf squatted down, putting his arm around Malfoy's shoulder, and sighed: "The money for the medicine has been paid, but you caused us four such a fright; it's unreasonable not to have some compensation."
Malfoy was on the verge of tears.
"But I have no money left, can I… write an IOU?"
"IOU?" Rolf shook his head: "Forget that, if you don't have money, use magical items as collateral; your wallet is made of transfigured lizard skin, do you think I don't know it can hold a lot of things?"
Malfoy stared at Rolf, completely dumbfounded; in plain sight, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the mouth.
Why did you provoke him!
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