Ambush, Counterattack

Malfoy and his group scurried away. When they returned to the empty Potions classroom, they all looked a bit dejected.

"Draco, we had everything set up—what happened?" Two girls carefully walked in from outside, holding several glass bottles, looking puzzled when they saw the group's expressions.

"Let it go, Pansy." Nott said weakly, frowning and slumping his shoulders. "Gray definitely isn't coming... Professor Sprout saw through it. She kept Wade Grey."

"You guys were too impatient. Now look, everything's ruined!"

Malfoy angrily kicked over a stool, then huffily sat down at a table. Crabbe and Goyle stared at the others with wide eyes, as if it were all their fault.

"Next time, then." Zabini shook his head, also sitting down with a sigh. "If you want to—you'll catch him eventually."

Though he said that, the initial momentum was lost, and aside from Malfoy, the Slytherins' morale slumped.

The blonde girl who had entered with Pansy hesitantly asked, "What about these Potions? Should we throw them away?"

The bottles contained failed Pimple-Curing Potion. Malfoy was quite good at Potions, but Neville's failed potion in the first Potions Class had caused considerable chaos, leaving a deep impression on Malfoy.

In his opinion, that kind of potion was far more useful than any pimple remedy.

This time, to deal with Wade Grey, Malfoy had secretly brewed a pot of Pimple-Curing Potion, specifically adding porcupine quills before taking the Cauldron off the fire. This successfully yielded a large bottle of green venom capable of melting a Cauldron.

Unfortunately, this potion was constantly evaporating. Before long, it would transform from a highly corrosive acidic solution into an ordinary liquid, harmless to humans except for its foul smell.

Malfoy waved his hand. "Throw them away... Wait, give it to me, Daphne."

A mischievous idea suddenly struck him. He took the glass bottles from Daphne, carefully tucking them one by one into a desk cabinet in the corner—Malfoy had found out that Wade often sat in that spot.

"I have some more here, Draco!" Pansy squeezed Daphne aside, enthusiastically offering her own potions.

Daphne hesitated. "What if someone gets hurt?"

"Who cares!" Malfoy said indifferently. "It'll be their bad luck! Maybe the professor will even give Gray detention!—'Wade Grey, why would you put such dangerous things in a desk cabinet? Deliberately harming classmates, Ravenclaw loses fifty points!'"

Malfoy imitated Professor Snape scolding Harry Potter, which immediately made everyone burst into laughter. Nott even made a strange face, whimpering in a high-pitched voice, "I didn't, Professor—I don't know what happened—"

"Hahahaha—" The others laughed, banging on the tables, almost breathless.

"He's here! He's here!" A boy ran in quickly, excitedly shouting, "Draco, he's coming this way!"

"Who?" Malfoy was momentarily confused.

"Who else could it be?" The boy, Millicent Bulstrode, stamped his foot impatiently, shouting, "—Wade Grey!"

"How could that be—" Zabini said, puzzled.

"He must think that with a professor's warning, we wouldn't dare act!" Malfoy jumped off his chair, pulled more potion bottles from the desk cabinet, and thrust them at the others, urging, "Quick, quick, just like we planned!"

Everyone sprang into action. The two girls moved further away, but Pansy couldn't help but move closer to Malfoy, as if fighting alongside him. The boys drew their Wands and locked the classroom windows, then prepared to cast spells. Crabbe and Goyle held the Pimple-Curing Potion like grenades, ready to throw them, and Nott even pulled out two hidden Dungbombs from under the ingredient cabinet.

Daphne watched from beside the window, hiding in the corner to avoid being seen, observing carefully.

"It's Wade Grey, indeed," the blonde girl whispered. "He's alone."

"He didn't bring anyone else?" Zabini asked, frowning.

"No."

"Strange..." Zabini couldn't figure it out. Did he really have no caution at all?

"Hmph, typical Ravenclaw bookworm!" Malfoy scoffed, giving his final instruction. "Remember what we discussed—first throw the Dungbombs, then the Pimple-Curing Potion. I'll take the opportunity to hit him with a Leg-Locker Curse. Crabbe, Goyle, you two grab him. Nott, remember to snatch his Wand!"

Crabbe and Goyle both acknowledged. Nott looked at the Dungbombs in his hand, his face suddenly turning a bit green.

—When I snatch his Wand, I won't get this stuff on me, will I?

Looking at the narrow space at the doorway, Nott felt uncertain.

He started to think about putting the Dungbombs back... or swapping with Goyle? Goyle's body, twice the size of anyone else's, would surely block most of it...

Just as Nott hesitated, he suddenly heard someone whisper, "Expulso!"

"What?"

An invisible wind suddenly swirled with sand and stones, roaring and spinning through the classroom. Nott had just opened his mouth to speak when he got a mouthful of sand. Everyone simultaneously screamed, then began rubbing their eyes.

"He's at the door!" Malfoy covered his mouth with his sleeve, struggling to shout, "Throw the Dungbombs! Quick, throw the Dungbombs!"

A sound came from the doorway. Nott didn't have time to process it, and forcefully threw a Dungbomb.

*"Bang!"*

The Dungbomb hit an ugly head, exploding, and foul-smelling substance instantly splattered throughout the classroom.

A giant cockroach crawled through the doorway.

Facing that face that robbed him of all reason, Nott belatedly realized—the sound he'd heard earlier seemed to have been: "Engorgio."

The boy, whose mind had gone blank from fright, was effortlessly pinned down by the giant cockroach.

Immediately after, one, two, three... a total of five or six spiders, also enlarged to the size of hunting dogs, scuttled in behind the cockroach.

"Ahhhhhhh—"

Everyone in the Potions classroom screamed madly, fleeing in a panic. Malfoy quickly jumped onto a table to pull open a window, only to find it locked by a spell.

—Their own doing.

"Alohom—" Before he could finish his unlocking charm, a claw hooked his clothes from behind, dragging him backward.

"No—no—let me go—"

"Mom—"

"Help me—"

The classroom was filled with the terrified cries of students. The insects, under the Confundus Charm, hadn't actually harmed them, but simply being in close proximity was enough to make them nearly wet themselves.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

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