HP: The Moon Over the Magic Academy

Chapter 45 Standoff - Impotent Rage

After finally enduring the long day, everyone was exhausted, as if their spirits had been drained by a demon. They crawled out of the classroom like the dead, afraid that if they were a step too slow, they would be eaten by the demon.

S.Y.N.J.P strode towards the basement with the air of someone wanting to kill someone.

He could accept Landric's willful absence from class, but he couldn't accept Landric's indifference towards him.

Draco's behavior is sometimes a reflection of Landric's attitude.

Draco himself would never skip class, let alone his godfather's class; he had great faith in the Malfoy family's education.

He remembered Landric's disgust for him all too clearly yesterday. He didn't like that look in his eyes, and he really didn't understand why Landric suddenly disliked him.

This doubt and anger tormented him all night, and when he saw that neither of the Slytherins had come today, he finally snapped.

The lock on the double room door couldn't stop Snape's rage; a single spell easily opened it.

At first glance, there were two large, dark green beds shrouded in bed curtains. Snape walked over, then stopped, and headed towards Draco's bed first.

With a "whoosh," the bed curtains were pulled open, revealing that the bed was empty.

A thought suddenly popped into my head.

Don't let him know that the little brat slept in his Rand's bed.

Landric was fast asleep, while Draco was awake the instant the sound was uttered.

Gently releasing her hands from Landric's slender waist, she drew back the bed curtains.

Their eyes met, and it really was!

How old is he?!

Draco felt only awkwardness.

It's over, ruined, beyond saving.

He had already anticipated his father's reaction after Snape told him about his skipping school.

I was very nervous, but I would never say I regretted it.

I already know the material, so what could be more important than sleeping with my brother in my arms?

Ignoring Draco's inner thoughts, Snape looked past Draco to the person behind him.

She suppressed her emotions and gave Draco a look.

Draco, head drooping, tiptoed out of bed, tucked the blankets around the person on the bed, and followed Snape out.

"Well, it seems the Malfoy family's upbringing didn't teach us, young Master Malfoy, to respect our teachers, did it?"

The moment the dormitory door closed, Snape's deep voice rang in Draco's ear.

The environment is quite quiet.

"Why aren't you answering me? Is it because your brain, filled with nothing but weeds, has become so clever that you can ignore your teacher?"

"I'm feeling unwell."

"you…"

Three words quelled Snape's anger, and his worry for Landric took over.

"Are you feeling unwell?" His tone softened noticeably.

"I don't know, but my brother looks terrible."

As Draco finished speaking, he looked at Snape with a fearless yet reproachful expression on his little face.

"What? Did I do this? Rand doesn't look well and doesn't know to go to the hospital? Or have you become so directionally challenged?"

Draco looked bad, and Snape looked even worse.

What does this little brat mean? Is he complaining about him? What did he do?

Isn't it all because of Landric's willfulness?!

Recalling Draco's mindless fawning over Landric, this little brat wouldn't think there was anything wrong with Landric at all.

"No, I mean, my brother is unhappy."

"If he's unhappy, you should ask him why, instead of expressing your dissatisfaction by skipping class."

One sentence left Draco completely bewildered. What? Dissatisfaction? Me?

Master Qingtang simply wanted to sleep with his brother in his arms. Even if he had any complaints, they were directed at those three bastards from Gryffindor.

Then he remembered what Snape had thought of last night, and he instantly became wary of him.

What was his expression?

Draco's actions successfully made Snape begin to doubt whether there was something wrong with his brain.

"When you have time, go to the hospital to have your brain checked."

After saying that, Snape left the basement.

In the end, he couldn't bear to wake Landric and scold him.

They could only arrive in a huff and leave, angry and speechless.

Just like Draco, who blindly supports Landric without understanding him, he also doesn't understand Landric, but still can't bear to blame him.

(Impotent Rage Version)

Landric slept very well.

Draco has already written so many self-criticisms that his hands are sore.

Unsurprisingly, he held a grudge against Gryffindor.

Ultimately, it all comes down to those three bastards!

If it weren't for them, would his brother be in a bad mood?

If it weren't for them, would he be so worried about his brother?

If it weren't for them, would he skip class?

If it weren't for them, would he have been forced to write a self-criticism by Professor Snape?

I examine myself three times a day: Was it their fault? Yes! Did they deserve to die? Yes! Why haven't they disappeared yet? Disappear quickly!

When Landric opened his eyes, there was a huge little dragon lying on the table, looking aggrieved as he wrote a self-criticism.

He raised an eyebrow. "Honey, what are you doing?"

His voice was a little hoarse from just waking up, yet it also had the innocence of a child.

Draco's ears tingled and turned red instantly.

Hehehe, baby, he called me baby, he was calling me that.

Well, now that his resentment was gone, he had a burst of energy to unleash, and his pen moved with divine inspiration, writing incredibly fast.

She stopped writing, threw it down, turned around, and threw herself into Landric's arms.

"Brother, the Godfather made me write a self-criticism as punishment!"

His tone was like a winding mountain road, determined to express the grievances in his heart.

Landric had a good night's sleep and was in a good mood.

"What? Did the professor make Xiaolong angry? Xiaolong is good, the professor is bad."

The coaxing tone in which Draco spoke to the child left him completely bewildered, and he forgot what he was about to say.

Brother is right, Bruce Lee is good, The Godfather is bad.

Values ​​follow facial features, and the brain and cerebellum cannot distinguish them.

Landric looked at the little dragon wriggling in his arms; as expected, Snape had come to see him.

But...it seems this child didn't go to class either?

I had just woken up when I heard a dragon muttering to itself, something about missing its brother, about an old cow eating young grass, and about how it's just that it didn't go to class.

He understood the last part: he was the one who skipped class, but Snape probably wouldn't punish him, right? So the kid skipped class!

As for the first two sentences, Landric selectively ignored them. Knowing Draco as he did, the kid might have been imagining something else at some point.

Unbelievable, unbelievable.

"elder brother!"

Draco's sudden shout startled Landric.

"You'd better have something on your mind, haha."

A dangerous gaze fell upon him, and Draco gave Landric an embarrassed smile.

"I forgot to tell you something: the Quidditch match is about to begin."

Landric: ...okay, more work to do.

He really wanted that stone.

The wonders of magic are so interesting; he'll go back, he'll know.