Seeing Morris's bewildered expression, Draco's expression froze for a moment, then turned to annoyance.
In his view, the other party was either faking it or simply didn't take the conflict in the stands seriously.
But either way, it made him very unhappy.
"You've embarrassed me, Ravenclaw," Draco said coldly. "As Slytherin, I cannot tolerate what you've done to me."
Upon hearing this, Morris shrugged. "You really are petty."
"It's none of your business to judge me, Mudblood!"
Draco turned his head and winked at his two henchmen behind him. " Crabbe, Goyle, control him."
Draco was very confident at this moment.
The fact that the other party had walked alone to such a secluded corner was practically a perfect opportunity delivered to their doorstep.
So what if the opponent's Summoning Charm is well-executed?
Three against one – it's an absolute and utter defeat.
He has the advantage in both numbers and size.
He had even mentally rehearsed the next scene: Morris would be held by the arms by Crabbe and Goyle, unable to struggle, while he would calmly teach them what respect is.
Of course, he wouldn't do anything too outrageous.
After all, it's just a Mudblood.
As for the possibility that the other party might complain to the professor?
They were not caught on the spot, no irreparable harm was caused, and there were no reliable eyewitnesses.
Without any evidence, the professor had no way to punish him.
He wanted to show this guy that even at school, there were people he absolutely shouldn't mess with!
As Crabbe and Goyle approached step by step, flexing their wrists, Morris sighed softly.
Is this what they call school bullying?
This was the first time in his life he had encountered something like this—especially in a magic school.
It feels... a little novel, a little disgusting.
Morris tilted his head slightly.
To be fair, if he were an ordinary first-year student, the two relatively large figures in front of him might seem quite intimidating, since first-year students don't know any combat magic at all.
But he's different.
If he wanted to, he could turn his opponent into a sieve in an instant with bone spikes.
Of course, that's impossible, unless he wants to spend most of his life in prison.
I wonder if the Wizarding World has any laws protecting minors.
Just as Morris was lost in thought, Crabbe and Goyle were only two steps away from him, Crabbe's hand was even outstretched in front of him.
Morris snapped out of his daze and quickly said to Crabbe, "Let me remind you, gentlemen, that you have Doxy excrement on your trousers."
Crabbe: "...?"
Goyle: "...!"
The two men instinctively looked down at their pants, which were spotless.
Wait a minute, where would Doxy come from at Hogwarts?
In the brief moment they were stunned, Morris had already taken a few steps back.
"He's lying to you, you idiots! Don't let him get away!" Draco shouted angrily from behind.
His two henchmen were really not very bright.
Crabbe and Goyle realized what was happening, and in a fit of rage, they snorted and lunged at Morris.
However, Morris had no intention of running away. He pointed to the sky and calmly said, "Look up there, there's a surprise."
Although they had already been fooled once, Crabbe and Goyle still couldn't help but tilt their heads back.
But this time, Morris was right; there really was something above their heads.
Several ghastly white bone spikes hung in mid-air, gleaming coldly in the sunlight; each one was as thick as their calves.
"What's this?"
Crabbe said in a muffled voice, and Goyle's face was also full of doubt.
The next moment, the bone spur moved.
With a whooshing sound, it plummeted straight down towards them.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
The heavy impacts echoed one after another, sending dirt and grass clippings flying.
Bone spikes landed around the two of them, completely surrounding them.
But that's not all.
Immediately afterwards, a huge bone plate suddenly appeared in the air, like a coffin lid, and crashed down with a loud "bang," perfectly covering the tops of those bone spikes.
In the blink of an eye, a simple cage made of bones was completed.
Crabbe and Goyle stood frozen in the bone cage, their minds blank, unable to even utter a scream.
Seeing the results, Morris nodded in satisfaction.
Although doing so is somewhat of a waste of the power of the Bone Summoning Spell, it does look impressive.
He looked at Draco and found that Draco was completely frozen in place.
Draco was dumbfounded.
This was not a prank spell, nor any magic he had learned or heard of at Hogwarts!
What... what is this thing?
"You—" Draco finally found his voice, "What have you done? Let them go!"
"Just a little magic spell to calm them down," Morris said cheerfully. "They seem too excited. Oh, you too, Mr. Malfoy. I suggest you take a deep breath first."
After saying that, he did the same thing, and an even smaller bone cage descended from the sky, enveloping Draco.
Morris turned and left, his pace unhurried.
The Guantou and Yanhua at his feet immediately followed suit, with the Guantou even turning around to give Draco a disdainful look.
Meow~ (Useless two-legged creature)
Even though it's just a cat, you can tell Draco is terrified.
"Wait!" Draco blurted out, his voice trembling slightly. "You can't just leave like this! You have to unlock this cage! Otherwise, I'll go tell the professor right now!"
At this moment, he was completely panicked.
Morris stopped, glanced back at Draco, and kindly offered, "Perhaps you could try the Blasting Curse."
Blasting Curse?
Draco's face darkened.
Whose first grader is learning this curse?
Morris ignored Malfoy's curses behind him and left the scene.
This is just a small warning.
That bone prison could only last for a few minutes at most.
When the time comes, the three of them will naturally be able to escape.
The bone cell leaves no trace, so no one can know that it was Morris Dry.
Oh, right, he also left a huge Dungbomb in the bone cell, a gift from the Weasley Twins, which should have exploded by now.
That scene would be very interesting.
To be honest, he had no idea what Draco was thinking.
Why are they so keen on causing trouble for others?
And then there's the " Mudblood " Draco refers to.
He had already learned about this term; it was a term with severely insulting and discriminatory connotations.
If we're going to draw an analogy, it's like how Black people are referred to in United States.
Morris walked down the corridor toward the Ravenclaw Tower.
Just then, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and landed on his shoulder.
Morris turned his head and recognized someone he knew.
His Prefect, Robert Hilliard.