Since yesterday, the entrance to the Slytherin boys' dormitory had been fitted with numerous defensive measures.
Even with the correct password, anyone who failed to open the door in the proper sequence would, at the very least, break out in pustules.
Young Master Malfoy's lavishly funded dormitory had no fewer than twenty-two layers of defenses.
From the moment one stepped through the doorway to the moment one reached that luxurious silk bed, any carelessness could trigger a trap.
Draco took a full ten minutes to safely get into bed after picking up and putting down a wooden cup.
"Draco, how much longer do we have to keep doing this?" Crabbe shivered beneath a thick quilt.
He had carelessly forgotten to dispel the trap on the doorknob first and had nearly been frozen into a giant block of ice.
"Until we catch the culprit." Draco turned his face away in disgust.
If not for this idiot, he could have gotten to bed two minutes earlier.
Goyle, lying flat on his bed, suddenly sat upright.
"Draco, both our classes tomorrow are with Gryffindor."
"What are you getting at?"
"I mean, why don't we..."
All traces of sleepiness vanished as Draco instantly rolled over and sat up.
It was difficult to tamper with Defense Against the Dark Arts, but what about the flying lesson in the afternoon?
As long as they did something to the broomsticks, wouldn't Vincent, who couldn't even get off the ground for half a day, be utterly humiliated?
Everything at this school was old anyway. They could definitely get away with it afterward.
"How do we know where he'll be standing?"
"Idiot!" Draco looked at his two lackeys as though they were fools. "Wayne is always first."
"So, will he be on the left or the right?"
Staring at