Jiedi Admits Defeat

"Ah!!!"

As he struggled violently, Jiedi's ashen face began to turn pale, his arms, which had been flailing wildly, became weak and powerless, and his eyes became incredibly dazed.

Jiedi's unusual behavior immediately caught the attention of the others at the Slytherin table, and a fifth-year Slytherin boy Prefect right away.

Seeing Jiedi lying on the floor, struggling in pain, the Prefect's face turned grim. The first-year wizards around him were also terrified, instinctively keeping a certain distance from Lester. They had clearly seen that Lester was the one who caused everything.

The male Prefect was also somewhat at a loss, looking at the convulsing Jiedi. He was very good at forming cliques and factions in Slytherin, but when faced with a real situation, he was like a headless fly, completely at a loss.

Suddenly, he turned his gaze to Lester. While the other young wizards were in a panic, this boy remained calm, which annoyed him greatly.

What? You think you're so calm and collected?

"You, yes, you are you. What are you looking at? Come and help me right now!" The male Prefect arrogantly ordered Lester, "Go, go and clean the snot off his face first."

Unable to breathe fresh air, Jiedi's face was covered in snot and tears; the sticky liquid mixed with his face was truly nauseating.

"Why aren't you going?" Faced with the Prefect's order, Lester remained unmoved, looking at the Prefect with a mocking expression.

The Prefect felt humiliated and flew into a rage, shouting, "Your classmate is in mortal danger, and you won't even lend a hand? How can you be so heartless?!"

Standing on his moral high ground, the Prefect began to speak with righteous indignation, saying, "Now, quickly clean the dirt off his face, or if it delays emergency treatment, you'll be the murderer."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Prefect noticed that many first-year students around him were looking at him with strange eyes.

They witnessed the entire process of Jiedi choking, so they naturally knew it was Lester's doing. Therefore, if Jiedi is really dead, Lester is definitely the murderer!

Lester remained unmoved, still looking at the Slytherin Prefect with a mocking expression.

Kids will be kids. They can't even tell the situation when they're trying to shift blame, and they can't even find the right person to blame. How do they expect to succeed in the workplace?

And so, the two were locked in a stalemate. In the end, it was the male Prefect, lacking in self-control, broke down first.

"Scourgify!"

Raising his wand, he cleaned the grime from Jiedi's face, revealing Jiedi's ashen little face.

After all that commotion, poor Jiedi was barely breathing; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was on the verge of death.

Finally, Professor Snape High Table, noticed the unusual situation below. Without saying a word, he dragged his large cloak and flew over like a giant bat.

Upon seeing Jiedi lying on the ground, Snape's unchanging face changed; his lips twitched, and Snape immediately took out a vial of potion and quickly poured it into Jiedi's mouth.

After taking the medicine, the cream cake in Jiedi's esophagus immediately melted, and fresh air entered Jiedi's body again.

"Hoo-ha, hoo-ha!"

After catching his breath for three or four minutes, Jiedi had been suffering from oxygen deprivation, finally recovered.

Tell me, what exactly happened?

After Jiedi recovered, Snape approached Jiedi and asked coldly.

Jiedi instinctively wanted to point to Lester, but when he saw the look in Lester's eyes, he was immediately startled.

Calm, composed, disdainful, and warning!

Just now, when Jiedi was struggling and suffocating, I happened to see Lester's eyes.

If it were any other young wizard, they would probably be panicking by now, but Lester's eyes only showed calm and undisturbed composure.

He felt as if he were an ant, and being crushed by him would not elicit any remorse from him, nor would he care about the punishment that followed.

As a pure-blooded nobleman, Jiedi wasn't stupid; he naturally knew that only two types of people could do this in such a situation.

One type is a family with immense power, capable of controlling everything, so that even if they crush him, his family can help him escape judgment.

The second type is those who are extremely powerful and have unparalleled self-confidence. They believe that no matter where they go, they can rise above others with their own strength, so they despise life and consider everything to be insignificant.

Neither of them were people that Jiedi could afford to mess with, so when he saw Lester's warning look, he chickened out.

"Professor, it's me. I accidentally choked on my food."

He still had to stay at Hogwarts for seven more years. The professor could only protect him for a while, not forever. Therefore, Jiedi decided it was best to back down.

Seeing this, Professor Snape nodded, not pursuing the matter further, only thinking that the young wizard was eating a little too hastily.

Only the Slytherin Prefect, whose pride had been humiliated by Lester, looked resentful and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Snape's sharp gaze.

Although Snape didn't know what had just happened, he had seen the Prefect's behavior firsthand. He was like a headless fly and didn't deserve to be a Slytherin Prefect.

"Slytherin House hasn't produced a student with leadership potential for far too long."

Snape suddenly felt a little tired. Although Slytherin seemed powerful, it was actually a disorganized mess, with the children of each family forming their own small factions.

Just now, Jiedi almost choked to death, and all the other Slytherin just stood by and did nothing. Only this Prefect came to help out of pressure to fulfill his position. Although there's nothing wrong with that, it's still too cold-blooded for the house.

On the way back, Snape glared at the other Slytherin Prefect with great displeasure.

Although the male Prefect was incompetent, at least he stepped forward. But the female Prefect didn't even bother to stand up; she just watched everything coldly from the sidelines.

After Snape left, the crowd gradually dispersed, and the first-year wizards returned to their seats at the table.

This little farce went unnoticed by Dumbledore; in fact, apart from the Slytherin, his students were still listening attentively to Dumbledore speech.

"Now, students from each college, please return to your college's lounge in an orderly manner, led by your Prefect."

The Slytherin Prefect, who had been standing by, stood up, approached the first-year students, and said, "Slytherin first-years, stay close to me."

At the same time, the Prefect came over to Lester, patted Lester on the shoulder, and whispered, "Well done, kid."