She didn't even stop walking; she simply pulled a book as thick as a brick, titled Magical Creatures Restraint Act, from her satchel full of books. Her fingers skillfully flipped through the pages with a "rustling" sound, finally stopping precisely on a certain page.
"Magical Creatures Restraint Act, 1965 Supplementary Regulations, Clause 3, Item B." Hermione's voice was as cold as the North Sea ice. "'Companion-type magical creatures permitted and registered by the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, namely Albus Dumbledore, enjoy the same campus access rights as their owners, and their safety is protected by both Ministry of Magic laws and school rules.'"
She finally looked up, her intelligent brown eyes looking at him as if he were a clown.
"Lia's official registration documents are in triplicate, kept respectively by the Headmasters Office, Professor McGonagall, and myself. Do I need to take you to Professor McGonagall's office to check them yourself, Malfoy?"
Malfoy's brain, accustomed only to bullying, completely failed to notice the hidden implication in the phrase "kept by myself."
He only knew that his father, Lucius, had told him to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic to weaken Dumbledore's authority. He had intended to use this excuse to cause trouble for the eyesore Hermione, but he hadn't expected to be shut down by the "mudblood learning" he most despised.
His face instantly turned the color of pig liver, choked by the fluent legal jargon to the point where he couldn't say a word.
In the education of pure-blood families, only mudbloods would study such tedious and boring regulations!
They were the ones who created the regulations.
Driven to rage by embarrassment, he gave up the futile debate.
"Enough talk!" he roared viciously, reaching out to grab Lia on Hermione's shoulder. "I suspect it poses a potential threat to students right now!"
His palm lunged forward with the sound of wind, aiming straight for Lia's soft neck.
"Swish—!"
An almost invisible silver shadow flashed by.
Lia's body barely moved; just as Malfoy's hand was about to touch her, she leaned back at an inconceivable angle, deftly evading the grab.
She jumped down from Hermione's shoulder, reverting to human form in mid-air. Her fair palms opened slightly, and from the ends of her five fingers, sharp nails an inch long popped out with a "shink," gleaming with a cold light!
Landing soundlessly, she swung her hand back, and a sharp sound of tearing air followed.
"What?!" Draco only felt a chill on his arm, followed by a weird numbness mixed with sharp pain that shot straight to his brain.
He didn't even have time to react. Looking down, he saw that the sleeve of his Wizard robes had been sliced clean through, and five deep-to-the-bone bloody gashes had appeared on his arm, blood instantly staining the fabric! His wrist went numb, and his precious wand, made of Hawthorn and Unicorn hair, slipped from his hand.
Lia's long fluffy tail, like a living snake, coiled forward and precisely caught the wand in mid-air, displaying the trophy.
Then, with a sudden surge of power from the tail, came a crisp sound that would make any Wizard's hair stand on end—
"Snap!"
The wand broke on command.
The two broken pieces of wood fell powerlessly onto the cold stone floor.
The entire corridor was deathly silent.
The goofy grins on Crabbe and Goyle's faces froze as they stared in horror at the ruined wand on the ground.
For a Wizard, breaking their wand was a humiliation more severe than being stripped naked in public.
Lia walked with elegant steps, noiselessly approaching the pale-faced Malfoy.
She stood slightly on tiptoe, leaned into his ear, and in an innocent and curious tone, breathed out the most malicious whisper.
She leaned into his ear and, in an innocent and curious tone, whispered a warning.
"I smell the scent of Crucio on you..."
Malfoy's body stiffened abruptly.
Lia's voice, mimicking the mirth of a certain Dark Lord, continued to drill into his ear, every syllable carrying cold malice.
"When your father's wand was broken, did it make a sound like that too?"
"Hey, tell me, does your Lord Voldemort... like that sound?"
The color drained from Malfoy's face in an instant, turning it as white as paper.
"Aaaaah!"
A shrill, inhuman scream pierced the silence of the corridor.
Malfoy, as if he had seen the most terrifying demon, scrambled away in a panic, turning and fleeing wretchedly, even knocking over Goyle behind him.
Lia retracted her claws and shook her hand in disgust, as if she had touched something filthy.
She turned back to Hermione, naturally taking her arm, and transformed back into the soft Cat-girl, complaining aggrievedly: "He gets scared off like a Niffler every time, so why does he always have to lumber over like a Troll?"
"Oh! My darling, that's not how you use metaphors." Hermione didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Next time, try reading some useful books."
[Sorry, treasures~]
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