dmims Chapter 82 Solitary Confinement 1 Peeping on Obscene Matters
Chapter 82 Solitary Confinement 1 Peeping on Obscene Matters
Chapter 83 Solitary Confinement: A Glimpse into Obscene Matters
Picking up where we left off, Fred claims that Draco has gotten a new nickname, which makes Ron and Hermione very eager to try it.
It should be noted that Draco was first terrified by the Dementors, and then his backside was splattered with blood by Harry's curse.
So disheveled, the nickname must be filthy.
Ron took a sip of the potion Lady Pomfrey had given him to stabilize his internal organs, and said, "Is it called Blood-Butt Malfoy?"
"This is so tacky," Hermione thought. "I think it would be more appropriate to call it 'Flowers on the Buttocks'."
Fred shook his head and chuckled, "None of those. His nickname is..."
"Backyard Flower!"
Everyone knows that Hermione is sharp-tongued, and she mocked Draco for being sworn brothers with the Dementors, just as he was struck by a curse, his buttocks bursting into a large bloody bloom. The two contrasting traits make her nickname quite fitting.
Fred explained the origin and key details of the nickname in great detail. Ron laughed so hard he couldn't catch his breath and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.
"Cough! Cough cough! Who came up with this nickname? They're really talented."
Fred and George both puffed out their chests. "Who else could it be but your two brilliant brothers?"
Ron wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gave a thumbs up, and said, "I'm going to make sure you spread the nickname 'Malfoy' all over the school."
"Oh, there's no need for all that trouble," Fred and George chuckled. "Just tell Peeves."
Hermione laughed along with everyone else, but after a moment, all the color drained from her face.
"Wait! The whole school knows about Harry controlling the Dementors?!"
Although Draco was a filthy idiot, his words were never wrong, and the fact that Harry illegally kept dark magical creatures was undeniable.
"You mean this? Professor Dumbledore just came to the Great Hall to explain," George reassured him. "He said that the Dementor was a teaching tool that the school had applied for from the Ministry of Magic, and it was just temporarily left for Harry to use for research."
He then pointed to the Slytherin table, "Those guys were planning to use this opportunity to send Harry to Azkaban."
Upon hearing this, Hermione's heart, which had been pounding in her throat, finally settled back into her stomach. A smile returned to her face, and she joined the others in toasting and feasting.
That night, a grand feast was held at the three courtyards of the Griffin, Badger, and Eagle. Plates and cups were piled up like mountains, and toasts flowed like a river. Laughter shook the rooftops and the clouds seemed to shatter. It was truly a feast for the eyes and ears, like Christmas arriving early.
Only the people of the Slytherin House looked as if they had just lost their parents, with a gloomy atmosphere hanging over the long table, a stark contrast to the jubilation of the other three houses.
After three rounds of gravy and five rounds of meat sashimi, just as everyone was enjoying themselves, a loud creak was heard, and the auditorium doors swung open, revealing Draco, who had just returned from the school hospital.
Forcing himself to stay alert, he endured the pain in his backside and stepped into the hall. Seeing hundreds of gazes piercing him like needles, he felt a chill run down his spine, but still stubbornly insisted:
"What are you looking at?"
"Hey! Mr. Backyard Flower!" Fred suddenly jumped up. "Are you back from your date with the Dementors?"
George cupped his hands to his mouth and asked, "Did it give you a goodbye kiss?"
Upon hearing this, the auditorium erupted in thunderous laughter.
The laughter soared to the heavens, causing the candles to flicker, the portraits to cover their ears, and even the usually dignified Percy spat out a mouthful of pomegranate juice, forgetting all his wizarding rituals.
When Draco heard the words "Dementor" and "back garden flower," it was like a thunderclap in a clear sky. He knew all too well that the shameful story of his backside being stained with blood had spread far and wide.
Seeing Harry laughing so hard he was doubled over, he assumed that Scarface had sent the two mischievous devils to deliberately humiliate him.
Thinking of this, a surge of anger rushed to the top of his head, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his nails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood.
That damned man! Insidious! Scarface!
I shouldn't have refused when Tom offered to teach me the Killing Curse!
It is:
The curse on the buttocks startled, and laughter spread throughout the three academies, reaching even the lion-badger-eagle.
A deep-seated hatred is etched in my heart, yet regret and a soft heart prevent me from taking my life.
Draco, gritting his teeth and harboring ulterior motives in the Great Hall, remains to be seen.
Scarface has become famous for his continuous battles on the dueling stage, sweeping through enemy lines like thunder and intimidating villains.
Draco, Lockhart, and the rest of the scheming individuals fell silent, no longer daring to provoke Draco or cause trouble.
Although Hogwarts is currently peaceful and no one like Mrs. Lorris has been seen suffering, Dumbledore will not rest until he sees the Basilisk.
Knowing that the basilisk was naturally afraid of roosters crowing, he instructed Hagrid to place many roosters around the castle.
McGonagall also used her transformation trick, turning the stone statue, armor, and lamp into a magical rooster that crowed whenever it encountered a snake, its sound echoing across the land.
However, the students of Slytherin were harboring a great deal of resentment. Seeing their own academy's symbol being targeted, a mischievous envoy used a snake-summoning spell to provoke these magical roosters into crowing.
For a time, Hogwarts was filled with the incessant crowing of roosters, day and night, a noise so loud it made one's scalp crawl. It wasn't until Snape angrily deducted fifty points from Slytherin's score that the group finally gave up, somewhat disgruntled.
However, after several days of this intricate web of intrigue, not a single trace or flaw was revealed in the castle, nor were any of the spells Dumbledore had set up around the secret chamber triggered—a truly strange situation.
Harry saw the Chamber of Secrets, such a wonderful and wonderful place, but couldn't enter because of the Basilisk. He felt it was a waste of such a wonderful place and was itching to go in.
He wished he could immediately drink Polyjuice Potion, sneak into the Slytherin common room, and catch Draco red-handed.
Unfortunately, the Polyjuice Potion still needed some time to mature, so Harry had to give up and focus his attention on solitary confinement.
If you ask why it took so long to put him in solitary confinement, it turns out that Draco, in order to avoid Harry, claimed that his butt injury had flared up and wanted to postpone the time of his confinement.
Harry, being astute, also pricked his finger, claiming it was injured and difficult to move, thus avoiding the situation.
Draco hid for several days, until Snape couldn't stand it anymore and immediately used his authority as Dean of the House to tell him that as long as he wasn't dead, he had to come crawling over.
After dinner, Harry walked to the door of the underground classroom. Before he could push the door open, he heard two voices coming from inside.
Listen closely, and one is Draco, while the other is Lockhart.
"Draco, good boy, go faster."
"Professor, can I rest for a while? I really can't hold on any longer..."
"Oh dear Draco, you know you're in solitary confinement right now. And I haven't been idle either, my mouth is getting sore..."
Harry heard it clearly and was greatly alarmed.
Holy crap! Is Hogwarts a magic school or a brothel?
It would be one thing if Snape did it alone, but these two are doing the same thing!
He drew his wand, kicked the door open, and saw Draco hunched over his desk, copying letters with a quill pen. Lockhart sat at the corner of the table, stamping his lip print on the envelope.
Both of them were startled when Harry burst through the door.
Lockhart hurriedly got off the table, smiling nervously, "Ah... good evening, Harry. Mr. Malfoy is helping me reply to the fans—you know, they're so enthusiastic..."
Harry's eyes flashed like lightning as he scanned the two men several times. Seeing that their clothes were fairly neat, he finally believed him.
He said, "Am I also going to copy this damn letter tonight?"
"Of course not, your detention punishment is in another classroom."
Harry heard the greasy voice behind him and knew without turning around that it must be Snape.
He glanced at Draco and said, "Why must I be separated from this fellow?"
Snape said impatiently, "Then you should ask Lockhart why he was so eager to do this job."
"I'm gone."
Harry stared at it suspiciously for a moment, then left, deciding to keep the grudge to himself.
After he left, Draco finally breathed a sigh of relief. His back was already soaked with cold sweat, and he felt extremely fortunate.
Luckily, I pulled some strings; that damn scarred guy really wanted to mess with me!
It turned out that Draco dared not disobey Snape's orders and feared Harry's revenge. Therefore, he devised a way to protect himself, using the prestige of his Malfoy family to his advantage, and asked the fame-seeking Lockhart to watch over him while he was confined, thus avoiding this disaster.
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he buried his head and copied the letter again.
Just you wait, Scarface, we're not done yet!
Meanwhile, Harry followed Snape to another underground classroom.
Once inside, Snape waved his wand, locking the heavy wooden door shut, and said in a cold voice, "From today onwards, you will learn Occlumency."
Harry thought to himself: How strange. They talked about punishment and imprisonment, but instead led me to this secret place to learn magic. Could it be that Professor Dumbledore arranged this?
Snape, as if seeing right through Harry's thoughts, scoffed, "Stop your naive fantasies, Potter. This is no reward for you."
"In fact, it was my request to Dumbledore to teach you Occlumency during confinement."
A wicked and cunning glint flashed in his eyes. "Now, clear your mind of all that weeds. Don't think about anything, lest I see those filthy and disgusting thoughts in your head."
Before Harry could ask about the key to mastering Occlumency, Snape suddenly focused his gaze on Harry's eyes and shouted:
"Capture the spirit, grasp the mind!"
Snape was intent on humiliating her; he chose to look at scenes of women in their private quarters and memories of their mannerisms.
In an instant, a scene unfolded: a beautiful woman dressed in a white robe was kneeling on the ground, pleading.
"Harry, please spare your sister-in-law!"
"Give me back my brother's life!"
Harry felt as if his skull had been cracked open by iron pincers, and all his past memories came flooding back.
He suddenly drew his sword, channeling his strength into the back of the blade, and slashed down fiercely. Snape staggered back several steps, and the Divine Intervention spell was instantly broken.
Harry caught his breath and was horrified. This spell was invisible and intangible, yet it penetrated directly into his soul. It was truly insidious and ruthless!
The thought shifted, and a restless itch began to gnaw at my heart again.
Learning this damn brain-blocking technique is not as satisfying as learning mind-controlling techniques.
Snape frowned, staring at Harry and asking repeatedly, "Who is that woman? What language is she speaking?"
"Ha! My family matters are none of your concern!"
"It's alright, Mr. Potter," Snape said calmly and unperturbed. "If you don't want to tell me, I can see for myself."
"But this time, if you only use your brain to defend, the Dark Lord won't give you a chance to get close and attack."
"Capture the spirit, grasp the mind!"
Seeing him repeat the same trick, Harry quickly composed himself and silently recited mantras.
All forms are illusory; if one sees all forms as non-forms, then one sees the Tathagata…
Readers should know that what Harry was reciting was the Mahayana Buddhist classic, the Diamond Sutra. This sutra was personally taught to Harry by the monk Lu Zhishen, who also explained its profound meaning in detail.
Harry studied the scriptures day and night, letting them permeate his very being. Whenever he read the scriptures, his soul would immediately be transported to the Great Xiangguo Temple, as if he were sitting opposite his senior brother Zhishen on a prayer mat, where all sounds vanished and all thoughts ceased.
Harry entered a meditative state, and Snape felt a sudden increase in resistance to Legilimency, making it difficult to see even a large portion of his memories.
He was utterly astonished. He'd figured it out on the second try? He learned so fast!
This fellow was unwilling to give up, so he unleashed all his magical power, using every ounce of strength he had.
In a short while, they caught sight of a stunningly beautiful woman gracefully bowing.
"This humble servant is Li Shishi. I have met you, sir. May I ask where the wealthy man you speak of is?"
"Snapped!"
Harry slammed his hands together, like a gavel striking, and immediately broke free.
Recalling the woman's appearance, Snape scoffed, "You certainly have a lot of women on your mind, Mr. Potter."
Harry sneered, "You're not interested in women anyway, so what do you care how many women I know?"
Snape knew that James hated it most when James brought up homosexuality, and hearing this sarcasm infuriated him. "James should really put respecting professors first in his will!"
Harry flew into a rage. "How dare you mention my father!"
"I told you long ago, your father was just a nobody," Snape said viciously. "He didn't even have the courage to look me in the eye!"
"Ha! Who dares to meet your gaze? Don't you see how Malfoy needed other professors to sit with him when he was in solitary confinement? He's probably afraid you'll covet his reputation as a 'hidden flower,' and that when no one's around, you'll be unable to control yourself and make him bloom!"
Upon hearing these words, Snape's hair stood on end, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. It was as if a hundred or so cauldrons had exploded, followed by a thunderous roar.
"Capture the spirit, grasp the mind!"
"Armor for protection!"
Readers, please note: This Iron Armor Spell can not only summon demonic armor to protect the body, but it can also reverse those soul-stealing spells.
Snape was provoked by Harry's words and his mind was thrown into disarray. The Legilimency spell collided with the protective charm and reflected back, allowing Harry to glimpse the memories in Snape's mind.
Harry immediately focused his attention, determined to find out the man's relationship with his father, James.
Seeing that the humiliation he suffered at the hands of James Potter with the Upside-Down Curse when he was young was about to be brought up again, Snape frantically tried to cover it up and resist it in his mind.
No sooner said than done. By the time Harry came to this memory, there was no one else around. He only saw the young Snape lying under the tree, yelling angrily. Someone had pulled down his pants, leaving him with only his underwear.
"You bunch of bastards—don't touch me!"
"Get out of here!"
In the blink of an eye, Harry was back in the underground classroom.
Snape took a few steps closer, gripping his wand tightly, his face ashen. "You dare use my spells against me?!"
"What did you see?!"
Harry ignored these words and continued to ponder what he had just seen.
What kind of scoundrel would strip someone of their clothes to humiliate them? What a pointless and disgusting thing to do.
He pondered for a long time, when suddenly a thought struck him, startling him into a cold sweat.
Perhaps they were already stripped naked before they were forced to put on underwear haphazardly?
Thinking of this, Harry couldn't contain himself and exclaimed, "Professor, were you raped when you were young?"
(End of this chapter)