021 Fate

021 Fate

After confirming that his order was useless to Bryan Watson, Malfoy's eyes turned cold. He didn't want to talk to him at all; he just wanted to go back and finish his letter. But for some reason, when Watson, who had the title of investigator on his body, politely said goodbye and walked to the dormitory, Malfoy still followed behind him.

"I have to keep an eye on you, Watson, in case anyone finds out that they have lost their valuables when school starts!"

When Bryan noticed Draco Malfoy falling behind him and was surprised, Malfoy said viciously, "I dare not vouch for someone with an unknown background!"

"Your statement is very reasonable, Mr. Malfoy. Then please help me as a witness."

Bryan nodded and didn't bother with him anymore.

There are many vacant dormitories in the dormitory buildings of each house. Whenever a young wizard graduates, the dormitory they have lived in for seven years becomes vacant. However, these dormitories may not be put into use immediately and may remain vacant for up to two years until newly enrolled young wizards move in.

"This is my dormitory!"

So when Watson stopped in front of his dormitory door, Draco's face turned as black as ink.

"Oh, is that so?" Bryan raised his eyebrows. "That was really a lucky coincidence, which saved me from having to use violence to open the door. So... Mr. Malfoy, can you please help me open it? Is there a door?"

Although reluctant, Malfoy was still curious about what was hidden in his dormitory since he had come this far. He seemed to perceive that Bryan wasn't a wealthy person, so he threatened viciously, "If you break something, I will make you pay for it!"

The dormitory had changed a lot since Bryan attended school, but the position of the bed hadn't changed much. After analyzing it carefully for a while, he walked toward the spot near the window.

Outside the window was the Black Lake, rippling with silver-green waves all year round. It was an excellent view. When he first entered Hogwarts, he didn't live there. However, since the Christmas holidays of his fifth year, he couldn't resist the ardent invitation of several roommates in the same dormitory, and he was 'forced' to move there.

The little wizard who had lived there before was probably very wealthy. Bryan noticed the latest broom from the Nimbus series leaning against the headboard, and the bedding, not provided uniformly by the school, was made of gold silk and woven with the finest velvet.

"Oh, it looks really magnificent--"

Bryan observed the exquisite living utensils near the bed with great interest. When he turned around to ask whom the bed belonged to, he noticed Draco Malfoy's blackened face, and his doubts were answered.

"It seems that the two of us must be destined, Mr. Malfoy."

"I can see that you're a liar," Malfoy said with certainty. "I've lived in this bed for almost two years, and I haven't noticed anything wrong at all!"

"Maybe you didn't observe carefully enough, Mr. Malfoy."

Bryan knew that Malfoy might not like him very much, so he didn't intend to stay for too long. He picked up the broomstick from the bed and threw it to Malfoy, telling him to wait at the door.

Malfoy sneered mockingly, "And this spider seems to be dead, Watson. Couldn't it be a little pet you kept at school, and you went through all this trouble to find a burial place for it?"

"I have a different opinion, Mr. Malfoy. I think this spider is still alive."

Bryan stared at the motionless spider on the box's lid. Calmly, he stepped back. "It may have just been in the dark environment for too long, and it might need some stimulation to—" Bryan pointed his wand at the spider, and a cool breeze materialized.

As he predicted, when the breeze brushed over the spider's bristle-like fine leg hairs, the spider with its eight legs tucked into its belly suddenly reacted. It raised its ugly head, and its eight green eyes spun wildly.

"—So, it worked."

Swish!

Before Malfoy could finish speaking, the spider's eight legs suddenly extended. Its jumping ability was astonishing. Its fist-sized body leaped and landed on the ceiling. Then, in a blurred blur, the spider that had been confined for four or five years finally regained its original size!

Boom!

When the spider landed on the ground, the dormitory shook as if the sky were collapsing. Its huge body crushed the two beds in the center of the room into pieces!

Click, click, click!

The spider, which Bryan had imprisoned for five or six years, frantically moved its mouthparts. If it could speak, Bryan believed it would be hurling curses at him and his ancestors for generations to come!

Driven by endless violence and anger, the spider, now freed, couldn't remain silent for a moment. Its two terrifying big black pincers swung desperately in the air, supported by six slender, hard-haired legs. The huge body wreaked havoc in the room, and after a while, there were hardly any intact objects left, except for Malfoy's bed.

Click!

In the end, the enraged spider embedded all six feet into the solid rock wall. It sat beneath the ceiling on the other side of the room, looking down with its eight eyes at Bryan, who had subjected it to inhuman torture. Its mouth was wide open, ready for a desperate fight!

"Hey, long time no see, Little Eight Eyes!"

Bryan waved his wand with his right hand. "I'm glad to see you're still full of energy!"

"What have you done?"

Malfoy, who had been paralyzed on the ground, stared at Bryan with a dazed expression. Then, in a sudden burst of energy, his extremely pale face turned flushed. He shot up from the ground like a flash of lightning, roaring at Bryan.

"How dare you hide something like this next to my bed, Watson! I'm going to tell my father everything, and you better pack up and leave before tomorrow!"