It's a bit inaccurate to call Malfoy a scumbag, but it's absolutely true to say he's a bully who relies on others' power.
Especially after the middle-aged man appeared, he jumped around, looking arrogant, almost saying: All of you here are trash!
Malfoy even fantasized about expelling Rolf from Hogwarts, using this show of power to become the leader of the first-year students.
Then, he would bring Harry Potter, the savior, under his command, beat Gryffindor, kick Hufflepuff, pummel Ravenclaw, and become the student leader of Hogwarts!
The middle-aged man strode over, instantly drawing everyone's attention:
Hollow eyes, an astonishingly curved large hooked nose, greasy, dripping black hair, a graceful gait, and a pure black cloak with a white lining that dragged on the ground and hadn't been washed in six months.
He was so striking, like an old bat in the darkness, so distinct, so outstanding, that when he walked in front of the Hogwarts Student, everyone was still recovering from their shock.
How could there be such a beautiful... bah, greasy person in the world?
"Professor Snape, it's him!" Malfoy scurried over, a pungent smell assailing him, almost making him faint.
"It's him... secretly raising a Mortl rat... and he stole my Galleons... and Magical Creatures..."
Malfoy sneezed several times and rubbed his eyes. Oh my goodness, this smell was stinging his eyes!
Professor Snape narrowed his dark pupils, first scanning the crowd, seemingly looking for someone, before finally staring at Rolf and saying lazily:
"Is it as he says?"
Rolf showed no fear or panic; he stood there quietly, without even a hint of feigned composure, simply shrugging and saying:
"Do you have any evidence?"
"Of course!" Malfoy puffed out his chest, pointing to his neck and saying, "This is a bite mark from a Mortl rat, and Goyle and Crabbe are witnesses!"
Rolf leaned closer. Malfoy instinctively recoiled, but then remembered Snape was right there, and so many people were watching, he couldn't lose face!
"I'm not afraid of you!" he shouted, "Without the Mortl rat attacking me, you're nothing!"
"That's it?" Rolf chuckled softly, "You say that's a wound, but I feel like it's a hickey!
At the train's restroom door, I saw Goyle kissing you, and he left a hickey on your neck... Neville and the others are all witnesses."
Everyone turned to look at Neville. Being stared at by so many people, he was a little scared, but as a subordinate, he couldn't back down at this moment. Neville repeated what Rolf had taught him:
"I saw Goyle and Malfoy kissing. They were hugging, and Crabbe was pushing his butt..."
Shirley calmly said, "I also saw them kissing."
Hermione hesitated. She never lied, but she was also worried about Rolf being expelled. Finally, she gritted her teeth and nodded.
The Hogwarts Students gathered around, making 'oh' sounds of teasing. They hadn't expected to hear such news on the first day of school.
How exciting!
Malfoy was furious, stomping his feet and shouting, "You're talking nonsense! You're lying!!"
A Witch who looked like a poodle rushed out of the crowd, covering her face and sobbing:
"Draco, no wonder you didn't want to be my boyfriend. So you like Goyle... I should have known, you two are always together..."
"Pansy, don't believe them!" Malfoy became even more agitated, trembling with anger and gritting his teeth.
"Quiet!" Snape said coldly, "Draco, do you have any other evidence?"
"Yes, and the Mortl rat antidote, Scamander gave it to me!" Malfoy hastily pulled out a small bottle and handed it over.
Snape took it, opened the bottle, and after just a sniff, nodded and said, "Hmm, it's armadillo urine. This is the best antidote for Mortl rats."
"Armadillo... urine?" Malfoy exclaimed in disbelief, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"What?" Snape frowned, glancing at Malfoy, "Are you questioning my judgment?"
"No... Professor, I mean, how could it be urine?" Malfoy struggled, "I drank it, how could urine be sweet?"
Snape's focus wasn't on the sweetness. He frowned slightly and said, "Armadillo urine is applied to the wound to cure Mortl rat venom. Why did you drink it?"
"Perhaps..." Rolf interjected, "that armadillo has severe diabetes, which is why its urine is sweet.
As for why Malfoy drank urine, perhaps it's a personal preference, but I personally suggest that young people shouldn't overindulge and should know moderation."
Everyone looked at Malfoy with admiration, truly impressed. They never imagined such an amazing person existed among their peers!
Malfoy gagged. He thought about drinking half a bottle and then showing off to others when he returned to the Slytherin compartment...
I'm not human anymore!
Snape gave Lucius's foolish son a pitying glance, then quickly shot Rolf a piercing look.
"So, you admit that you gave Malfoy this bottle of urine?"
"No, dear Professor Snape, I merely speculated that armadillo had diabetes; it doesn't mean I gave it to him." Rolf smiled, "Besides, Malfoy can't prove that I raised a Mortl rat to attack him, but I have evidence to prove my innocence."
"What evidence?" Snape narrowed his eyes.
"When I entered Platform 9 3/4, Mr. Diggory from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures checked my luggage. He can confirm that I wasn't carrying any prohibited items, including a Mortl rat.
You just need to send a letter to the Ministry of Magic; isn't that more effective than any other evidence?"
"Perhaps a Mortl rat attacked Malfoy, but it certainly wasn't one I raised, nor was it related to me, right?" Rolf straightened his clothes, stood tall, and said loudly:
"I don't understand... should good people who are not eloquent be wronged?!"
His words were resonant, well-reasoned, and neither humble nor arrogant... The Hogwarts Students applauded desperately, looking at Rolf with eyes of admiration, as if he were a hero.
At that moment, even Malfoy wavered slightly. Had he misremembered? Was it really not Scamander who did it?
Snape was a little surprised and observed Scamander seriously for the first time. He snorted and said, "No need for so much trouble, I'll just check your trunk."
"No problem, as long as Professor Dumbledore allows it." Rolf smiled.
Just then, a tall, dark-haired Witch in a vibrant green robe emerged from the oak door. She said sternly:
"Alright, Professor Snape, please return to the faculty table now."
Snape's expression was as bad as if he'd been told he wasn't allowed to eat at the high table for dinner. He cleared his throat and said, "Professor McGonagall, I haven't finished investigating this matter..."
"Leave it to me, Professor Snape. This is Headmaster Dumbledore's order." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips.
"It seems Professor Dumbledore doesn't allow you to check my trunk," Rolf said regretfully.
Snape glared fiercely at Rolf, then turned and strode away. This wasn't over; he wouldn't allow his authority to be challenged by a student!
Malfoy was dumbfounded. Wait... his patron, Dean Snape, just abandoned him and left?
Watching the old bat-like figure gradually recede, Malfoy really wanted to say:
"Professor Snape... how can I live without you... Professor Snape... Professor... Professor... take me with you... Professor!!"