chsdbacks Chapter 133 Malfoy's Taunt
Chapter 133 Malfoy's Taunt
Chapter 133 Malfoy's Taunt
Belvina Wolbuga Black,
Although she herself is not a good person, that does not stop her from discriminating against everyone equally and knocking everyone away equally.
What's amazing is that she can always find the right angle as a starting point, which is also a kind of innate talent.
Since entering the principal's office, Belvina has said a total of four sentences, each of which was barbed and highly aggressive.
The first sentence can be seen as venting dissatisfaction; there are always people who insist on doing things their own way, making the school no longer a school, and Hogwarts is a mess every day.
The second and third sentences are heavily tinged with discrimination; Belvina severely attacked Lucius in a way she disliked.
Malfoy's arrogance.
The fourth sentence is ironic; it seems to be helping Malfoy clear his name, but in reality, it's a direct attack on Lucius, practically pointing his finger at him or poking him on the shoulder.
The atmosphere in the principal's office became complicated after Belvina spoke; the air smelled of gunpowder, but it seemed a little damp.
Having also been poisoned by his own words, Snape had figured out what Belvina was up to, but the Potions Professor didn't understand why she was so determined to offend Lucius Malfoy.
Exposing the true nature of a pure-blood wizarding family and stating bluntly that their so-called pure bloodline is not pure is almost like digging up someone's ancestral grave. Anyone with a shred of decency would be furious. It's not a fight to the death, but at least a deep-seated hatred.
What is Belvina trying to achieve by doing this?
Was it to stand up for Hagrid, or to fight for justice?
No matter how Snape thought about it, he couldn't figure out why Belvina did it.
The rough and brutish Hagrid's brain was on the verge of shutting down. He was a player who caused trouble every few days, so it was normal that he couldn't understand Belvina's sudden change.
I don't understand. Just last night, the two of them were having a good chat about the eight-eyed giant spider in the Forbidden Forest, so how come Belvina suddenly turned into a bloodline supremacist this evening?
What Hagrid couldn't understand was why Lucius Malfoy, a pure-blood wizard, was so angry when Belvina was clearly discriminating against non-pure-blood wizards.
Lucius Malfoy's anger was palpable; his cold gray eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his originally pale face turned red, as if the blood vessels in his brain had burst.
With the exquisitely carved serpent-head staff in his left hand and his right hand resting on the serpent's head, Lucius Malfoy's movements resembled drawing his sword.
Clearly, any verbal rebuttal would be futile; Lucius Malfoy wanted to pull out his wand and smash Belvina's head in to vent his anger.
Unlike Mr. Malfoy's tense demeanor, Belvina remained calm and casual, only her contempt for him grew stronger.
Belvina slapped the armrest and stood up. She walked up to Malfoy, first glancing at his white-knuckled hand resting on the snake-head cane, and then looking at Malfoy's flushed face.
"I remember telling you this, Lucius," Belvina said softly. "I remember telling you about the essence of wizardry, that your wealth and your little minions are utterly worthless."
Belvina, hands behind her back, completely unguarded, continued softly, "It's only because some people are easy to bully that they've tolerated your antics and allowed you to get to where you are today. That's not your ability, Lucius."
"Belvina Black!" Mr. Malfoy uttered through gritted teeth as he slowly withdrew the elm wand from his staff.
"Why are you so agitated, Lucius? Where's your composure? Where's your dignity?" Belvina said with a laugh. "Those people you've discriminated against haven't pulled out their wands and pointed them at your face. You've only been discriminated against by me once, and you can't help but pull out your wand?"
"Black!" Mr. Malfoy's language system seemed to be malfunctioning in his fury, and his wooden wand was already halfway out without him realizing it.
The wand, which is eighteen inches long, about forty-six centimeters long, and nearly half a meter long, was indeed difficult to pull out.
Belvina brought her hands back to her sides, which had been behind her back, and said, "If you pull your wand out another inch, I guarantee you won't leave Hogwarts, do you believe me?"
It's not a question, but a statement.
If Lucius Malfoy dares to make a move, Belvina wouldn't mind sending him to St. Mungo for treatment, or sending him to reunite with his sister-in-law.
Starting from the night before Halloween, Belvina's dislike for Lucius Malfoy skyrocketed. He had raised such a good child into such a monstrous figure, more trouble than he was worth.
She could tolerate the term "Mudblood," but what truly angered Belvina was Draco Malfoy's disregard for the lives of his Muggle-born classmates.
If someone starts disregarding the lives of others at the age of twelve, what will they be like in the future? Will they have to go to Azkaban for further studies after graduation?
"Enough." Dumbledore's voice rang out in the Headmaster's office.
Tonight, Dumbledore and Lucius Malfoy are the main characters. It's supposed to be a story with two male leads, but Belvina, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, stole the spotlight.
Dumbledore stood up and walked out from behind the huge desk, his bright blue eyes fixed on Lucius Malfoy's cold gray eyes.
"If the Board of Trustees wants me to leave, I will certainly step down," Dumbledore said. "That is the Board's prerogative."
"No, Professor Dumbledore!" Hagrid cried. "What about the children?"
Lucius Malfoy didn't look away. He glared at Belvina and said contemptuously, "Look at you, so righteous! You have to admit defeat. Dumbledore, you're still admirable in this respect."
Belvina didn't speak, her slender, fair fingers moving slowly, her diamond-like eyes slightly narrowed.
"No! Absolutely not! Professor Dumbledore!" Hagrid growled in a low voice. "If you leave, the attacks will surely resume, and there will be murders very soon!"
"Calm down, Hagrid," Snape finally spoke, as if he were just passing by.
Snape's words only fueled Hagrid's anger, which instantly turned towards the Headmaster of Slytherin House.
"Shut up, Snape!" Hagrid roared. "You're in cahoots with Malfoy! You're both trying to drive Dumbledore away!"
Dumbledore came to Hagrid's side, and with his silver hair and beard, he looked like a prematurely aged child standing next to Hagrid.
Dumbledore said sternly, "Stop talking, Hagrid." Only Dumbledore could calm the enraged Hagrid down.
Hagrid remained silent, but his fists, as big as earthenware pots, were still clenched tightly. His beetle-like black eyes looked at everyone, waiting for Dumbledore's command so he could crack open everyone's skulls with his iron fists.
This includes Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, and of course, Belvina Black.
At this point, Lucius Malfoy said sarcastically, "How touching, Dumbledore. I'll miss you on their behalf. By the way, I'll find a suitable successor to completely stop the murders."
Although he was speaking to Dumbledore, Malfoy kept his eyes on Belvina, and every word he said was meant for her.
It's as if it's saying: Look, the Dumbledore you chose has fallen. You betrayed your origins, abandoned everything in the Ministry of Magic, and what did you get in return? Only isolation and helplessness!
Mockery, ridicule, and scorn—a variety of expressions flickered across Lucius Malfoy's face as he regained his victor's smugness.
With a pointed chin slightly raised, she looked down at people through her nostrils.
"Lucius, of course I will leave, and no murder will occur at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said slowly and clearly. "Hogwarts has never belonged to anyone."
Hagrid, the most robust-looking man in the room, was the most childlike. He stood next to Dumbledore, his messy head swaying from side to side. He didn't want to see Dumbledore leave, nor did he want to see the school close.
"The Ministry of Magic is too slow." Lucius seemed to suddenly remember something. "And some people are still standing here, defiling everything about Hogwarts."
Snape, who remained silent once again, looked at Malfoy. The Potions Professor thought that his old friend was indeed asking for a beating, and that he was asking for it himself.
Dumbledore's eyes burned with fury. Tonight's coup by Malfoy was nothing compared to the real trouble if the Ministry of Magic took Hagrid away. Azkaban was no good place.
Not everyone is like Belvina, who feels as at home as she does in Azkaban, where her brother, cousin, and cousin's husband are all imprisoned.
Just then, Belvina, who seemed to be lying down and waiting to be mocked, suddenly made a move. She raised her foot sharply and kicked Malfoy's calf with the pointed toe of her shoe.
Lucius Malfoy, wincing in pain, bent over and clutched his leg, his smug expression contorted with agony. Meanwhile, the ever-uncivilized Belvina launched another sneak attack.
"Ah, since Professor Dumbledore has been suspended, that means Hogwarts is temporarily without a headmaster," Belvina said softly. "Without a headmaster, it's normal for the rules to be in disarray."
As she spoke, the acacia wood wand slid down her sleeve and landed in Belvina's hand.