With Snape gone, Malfoy hurried after him. He didn't say a word along the way, and when they reached the hall, he quietly left. Snape and Elisa had to go to the Seventh Floor. When Malfoy returned to the Slytherin dormitory, his eyes suddenly sharpened, then his face went deathly pale.
"Breeze Order!" Malfoy collapsed weakly onto his bed, trembling slightly. The memories in his mind filled him with such terror that he couldn't control his body. He had actually said those things to Snape—no, Order had controlled him into doing it!
The Imperius Curse!
Malfoy's head felt a little hazy. This had been Breeze's first time casting Dark Magic in the truest sense, and he had used the Imperius Curse, one of the Three Unforgivable Curses. He hadn't managed to control its strength.
Malfoy fainted in terror and fell into a nightmare he couldn't wake from. Hopefully he'd be better tomorrow. At least Breeze wouldn't be angry with him for losing fifty points. That had to be good news.
Breeze looked at the wand in his hand. He had just cast the Imperius Curse by drawing on the Natural Magic Power in his surroundings. The malice that should have accompanied it had been swallowed by nature when it rebounded against him, unable to affect him.
That went against the basic principles of Dark Magic, especially advanced Dark Arts like the Three Unforgivable Curses.
But this wasn't the time to study it.
After receiving Elisa's signal, Breeze understood the real reason he'd been brought here. It was the bargain he'd made with Elisa: to shelter someone temporarily... Could it be the Werewolf from earlier? So that had been a bargain, too. Elisa had found the Werewolf and offered him a chance to leave the Forbidden Forest and gain a