Flashback Curse! I'm Telling Dad!

And so.

Professor McGonagall used the Prior Incantato spell to analyze the spells Devero had cast throughout the day.

She gave her wand a gentle flick.

She chanted the incantation.

"Prior Incantato!"

A faint blue light suddenly rippled through the air.

It was like a thin mist settling over Devero's entire body.

The blue light swirled slowly.

It formed a series of transparent images.

Each image recorded a spell Devero had used today.

The first image showed Devero in his dormitory.

He gave his wand a gentle flick.

He chanted, "Accio Eld!"

Shortly after.

His toad hopped out from a corner under the bed.

It jumped into his hand.

Professor McGonagall nodded.

This spell was clearly used to summon his toad.

In the second image.

It was just a moment ago.

Devero was standing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The Flying Broom had suddenly lost control.

It was heading straight for a large tree.

He hurriedly raised his wand.

He shouted loudly.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

He was seen being lifted by a force.

Then, he landed steadily on the ground.

"That's the spell! He must have used this same spell to make me fly too!"

Malfoy pointed at the phantom image and shouted.

His eyes looked eagerly toward the final projection.

He was desperate to see that this last one was Devero casting a spell on him.

However.

The final image showed Devero attempting to repair the Flying Broom.

He crouched under the tree.

He touched the jammed broom with his hand.

He muttered something under his breath.

"Oculus Reparo!"

Yet.

The broom showed no reaction at all.

It still had a massive crack.

Devero stood quietly to the side.

Watching these images appear one by one.

His heart was incredibly calm, even a little bored.

After Professor McGonagall finished viewing all the images.

She lowered her wand gently.

She turned her gaze toward Devero.

"Devero."

Professor McGonagall's voice was calm and serious.

"These spells were all used in emergency situations; I can see that you did not abuse them."

Devero nodded.

He offered the professor a slight smile.

"Yes, Professor. I just wanted to ensure the safety of myself and the toad."

"It appears that Alexander's spell did not violate any rules."

Professor McGonagall's words had clearly brought the incident to a close.

They carried an unquestionable authority.

Upon hearing this, Malfoy's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Although he had felt a bad premonition when he first began accusing Devero, the way things had unfolded still far exceeded his control.

Professor McGonagall turned around and cast a cold glance at Malfoy.

That gaze seemed capable of freezing one's heart.

"Draco Malfoy."

Professor McGonagall's voice was icy.

"Your behavior just now was extremely irresponsible. Not only did you groundlessly accuse a fellow student, but you also attempted to disrupt the harmonious atmosphere of the class."

Malfoy tried to defend himself, but Professor McGonagall cut him off.

"I will not tolerate such behavior. For this, I am deducting fifty points from Slytherin. I hope you will remember this and learn to respect your classmates!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire lawn fell into a deathly silence.

The Slytherin students, excluding Malfoy's cronies, looked toward Malfoy one after another, their eyes filled with anger and reproach.

Malfoy's complexion grew even uglier.

He lowered his head, not daring to meet Professor McGonagall's gaze.

At this moment, Devero stepped forward with great poise, extending his hand as he said, "Malfoy, why don't we shake hands and make peace?"

When Professor McGonagall witnessed this scene, a trace of appreciation flickered in her eyes.

The Slytherins nearby also exchanged glances.

"Now that is what you call class."

"Indeed, Alexander is so magnanimous to be willing to forgive Malfoy."

"If you ask me, Alexander is the one who will achieve great things in the future—relying not on his family, but on his own strength and character!"

"Exactly! He even knows the Summoning Charm; that's a spell usually learned in the higher years! We can't even cast the Levitation Charm yet!"

The Slytherins had completely sided with Devero, unable to stop themselves from speaking up for him.

They were thoroughly conquered by Devero's ability and personal charisma.

In just one week, thanks to his own capabilities, his conduct, and the contrast provided by a certain young master, Devero had begun to emerge as the de facto leader of the Slytherin first years.

Meanwhile, Malfoy, who should have occupied that position, had become a clown in the eyes of everyone present.

Malfoy froze, clearly not having expected such a gesture from Devero.

He looked at the hand Devero had extended, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face, but under the weight of the gazes surrounding him...

That irresistible atmosphere.

Finally.

He reached out his hand.

Prepared to shake hands and make peace with Devero.

Just as their hands were about to meet.

Devero suddenly made a move that caught everyone off guard—he pulled Malfoy into a direct embrace.

This action left everyone present stunned.

Even Malfoy wore a look of utter bewilderment.

Devero held Malfoy tightly.

"Not bad, you almost saw right through me."

He whispered in a voice barely audible to anyone but him.

Malfoy's pupils contracted sharply.

"But did you really think I wouldn't be fully prepared?"

Having said that.

Devero released Malfoy.

He stepped back.

And watched him with a smile.

At this moment, Malfoy looked as if he had been struck by lightning.

He stood there frozen.

His arm raised, pointing at Devero.

But he couldn't get a word out for the longest time.

"You..."

Malfoy's voice trembled.

But in the end, he failed to finish his sentence.

Devero watched Malfoy's state.

The corners of his mouth curled into a cold sneer.

He smiled at him like a viper.

Deep fear filled Malfoy's eyes.

He realized he was no match for this person.

"I'll tell my father! I'll have you expelled!"

Malfoy lost his composure in front of everyone again, shouting with a tearful, sobbing tone.

His voice was filled with anger and despair.

His face turned beet red from agitation.

His eyes were already brimming with tears.

His hands were clenched into fists.

He appeared exceptionally frantic.

Devero's mouth tilted slightly.

He found it amusing in his heart.

This number one "daddy-dependent" of Hogwarts had finally played his trump card.

However.

Devero had the backing of Professor Snape's promise.

And he was a super genius stamped with Dumbledore's approval.

He was completely unafraid of any threats from the school governors.

He looked at Malfoy with exceptional calm.

A trace of mockery in his eyes.

"Malfoy, you always seem to like solving problems this way."

After saying this.

Devero cracked his neck slightly.

It let out a faint sound.

The smile vanished from his lips.

His eyes stared coldly at Malfoy.

It was as if he were trying to see straight through to his soul.

"Then you had better have your father prepare himself, for I am not so easily dealt with."

Upon hearing Devero's words, Malfoy's body trembled involuntarily.