Only then did everyone remember that they were still in a practical lesson.
Douglas said to Theodore and Crabbe:
"You can go back to the classroom first and write twelve inches on what you learned from this practical lesson..."
Theodore froze. What was someone who had barely taken a few steps supposed to write?
Crabbe was equally baffled. There was homework, too? And he had to go off and write it on his own...
What had he learned? To keep running?
He had no idea how to write that!
He looked anxiously at his boss, Draco.
Draco's eyes also held a hint of anxiety. After all, Crabbe had not shared any information yet.
Seeing the same look in Crabbe's eyes, he assumed they were thinking alike, and warmth stirred in his heart. All that time following him had not been wasted. Crabbe had finally caught on.
So Draco raised his hand and spoke while watching Douglas's expression:
"Professor, I thought carefully about the rules just now. You never required those who entered to keep the information about the passages secret.
"Of course, this is just a little guess of mine...
"As you know, Slytherin is a united group..."
Under Douglas's piercing gaze, Draco Malfoy felt he could no longer keep making things up.
Inwardly, Douglas kept shaking his head, thinking that this boy was always imitating his father's manner, yet only ever produced an awkward imitation.
He did not take issue with it. Instead, he smiled and said:
"Of course. I'm glad you realized that. Provided, however, that the student in question is willing to share his information!"
The moment he finished speaking, every student turned to look at Crabbe.
This made Theodore, who stood to one side, very angry. They had both been inside,
so why did everyone think