When Charlie saw that he'd been spotted, the person hurriedly fled.
Charlie narrowed his eyes and headed for the door.
"I'll go take a look."
Everyone's attention was on the fire dragon, and nobody noticed anything amiss.
Charlie pushed open the door.
A figure was running frantically toward the castle.
That familiar platinum-blond hair gleamed in the sunlight. Even from behind, there was no mistaking it.
"Draco Malfoy." Charlie sneered.
What was he doing here? Had he been eavesdropping the whole time?
Charlie raised his Wand and aimed at the fleeing figure.
"Leglocker!"
A flash of red streaked through the air and struck Malfoy squarely in the legs.
"Ah!"
Malfoy cried out. His legs snapped together, and he lost his balance, crashing to the ground and getting a mouthful of dirt.
Charlie sauntered over and looked down at Malfoy, who was sprawled on the ground.
"Well, if it isn't our young master Malfoy."
"What are you doing sneaking around here?"
Malfoy struggled to get up, but his legs were locked tight. All he could do was prop himself up with his hands.
His face was covered in dirt, and his hair was a mess. He looked nothing like his usual distinguished self.
"You—you'd better undo this!" Malfoy stammered, making the boldest threats in the most cowardly voice.
"I'll tell the professors you're keeping a fire dragon without permission. And my father's a School Governor. If he finds out, he'll have you expelled."
Charlie crouched down to meet Malfoy's gaze.
"Tell the professors?" Charlie smiled wickedly.
"You'd better think carefully about the consequences."
Malfoy swallowed.
"What consequences?"
"I'll turn poison into flies and mosquitoes and send them flying into your food."
Charlie leaned close to Malfoy's ear.
"If you dare tell anyone what happened tonight,"
"I'll have those little insects visit