Malfoy had only been absent for a whole day before he appeared in the Great Hall.
Braving everyone else's strange looks, he silently ate breakfast at the long table. The faint stink made the little Slytherin snakes give him a wide berth; only his two lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle, loyally stayed by his side.
Malfoy was falling apart inside, too. He knew perfectly well where the Dungbomb had come from. The only people in this castle who made such disgusting things were those paupers in the Weasley family.
But he had no idea what those two redheaded pests had added to it to leave him with a lingering stink that simply would not go away.
What upset him even more was that even his father being a School Governor had not gotten the culprit caught. Not only that, he had been scolded once-no, twice, including by his Head of House. Though the man had not used foul language, Malfoy understood the reproach in his eyes all too well.
After that terrifying night, Malfoy had thought it over and already had an inkling of who the culprit was. After all, he knew better than anyone whom he had offended most severely lately.
Now that culprit walked into the Great Hall. Malfoy stared at him with a dark expression, as though he meant to find the words "I am the culprit" emblazoned above his head.
Su Er naturally noticed Malfoy's gaze, too.
Well, well, Malfoy wasn't stupid.
But this wasn't over yet.
His expression unchanged, Su Er sat down at the Hufflepuff table, chatting and laughing with Morn. He did not go over to Gryffindor today, because the two houses would not be sharing the upcoming class.
Malfoy was still staring fixedly in Su Er's direction when a great flock of owls