Chapter 11 Professor Snape... How Can I Live without You?

It is a bit inaccurate to say that Malfoy is a little bit of a punk, but there is absolutely no problem in saying that he is a bully who takes advantage of others.

Especially after the middle-aged old man appeared, he jumped up and down with an arrogant look, and almost said: Everyone here is garbage!

Malfoy even imagined that he would expel Rolf from Hogwarts, and use this wave of prestige to become the leader of the first-year students in one fell swoop.

Then, he would win over the savior pig Harry Potter, punch Gryffindor, kick Hufflepuff, beat up Ravenclaw, and become the student leader of Hogwarts!

The middle-aged old man strode over and attracted all the attention in an instant:

Empty eyes, a big hooked nose with an amazing arc, greasy black hair, enchanting steps, and the pure black cloak with a white background that dragged on the ground and had not been changed for half a year.

He was so cool, like an old bat in the dark, so vivid, so outstanding, that when he walked in front of the young wizard, everyone had not recovered from the shock.

There is such a handsome...ah, greasy person in the world?

"Professor Snape, it's him!" Malfoy came closer, and the pungent smell that rushed towards him almost made him faint.

"It's him... secretly raising Mortra rats... and stealing my Galleons... magic items..."

Malfoy sneezed several times and rubbed his eyes. Oh my god, this smell is so spicy to his eyes!

Professor Snape narrowed his dark pupils, first patrolled the crowd, as if looking for someone, and finally stared at Rolf, and said lazily:

"Is that what he said?"

Rolf was not afraid or panicked, he stood there quietly, without even the slightest sign of pretending to be calm, just shrugged and said:

"Are there any evidence?"

"Of course!" Malfoy straightened his chest, he pointed to his neck and said: "This is the wound bitten by the Mortra rat, Goyle and Crabbe are both witnesses!"

Rolf came over, Malfoy shrank his head in fear, but remembered that Snape was next to him, and there were so many people watching around, he couldn't lose face!

"I'm not afraid of you!" He shouted, "Without the Murtra Rat attacking me, you are nothing!"

"That's it?" Rolf sneered softly, "You said it was a wound, but why do I feel it's a kiss mark!

At the door of the toilet on the train, I saw Goyle kissing you, and he left a strawberry mark on your neck... Neville and the others are all witnesses."

Everyone turned their heads to look at Neville. Being stared at by so many people, he was a little scared, but as a younger brother, he couldn't back down at this time. Neville repeated what Rolf taught him:

"I saw Goyle and Malfoy kissing, they were hugging each other, and Crabbe was pushing his butt on the side..."

Shirley said calmly, "I saw them kissing too."

Hermione hesitated for a moment. She never lied, but she was also worried that Rolf would be expelled. Finally, she gritted her teeth and nodded.

The little wizards gathered around and made a "oh" sound. They didn't expect to hear such news on the first day of school.

So exciting!

Malfoy was furious and jumped up and down, saying, "You are talking nonsense! You are lying!!"

A witch who looked like a poodle rushed out of the crowd, she covered her face and sobbed:

"Draco, no wonder you don't want to be my boyfriend, it turns out you like Goyle... I should have known it long ago, you two are together every day..."

"Pansy, don't believe them!" Malfoy was stimulated to lose his composure, trembling with anger and gritting his teeth.

"Quiet!" Snape said coldly, "Draco, do you have any other evidence?"

"Yes, there is also the antidote for the Mortra rat, which Scamander gave me!" Malfoy hurriedly took out a small bottle and handed it over.

After Snape took it, he opened the bottle, sniffed it, and nodded: "Well, it's the urine of the armadillo, which is the best antidote for the Mortra rat."

"Armadillo's... urine?" Malfoy shouted in disbelief: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"What?" Snape frowned, glanced at Malfoy and said: "Are you questioning my judgment?"

"No... Professor, I mean, how could it be urine?" Malfoy struggled: "I drank it, how could urine be sweet?"

Snape's focus is not on the sweetness and sourness On the top, he frowned slightly and said: "Applying the urine of the armadillo on the wound can detoxify the poison of the Mortra rat. Why do you want to drink it?"

"Maybe..." Rolf said: "The armadillo has severe diabetes, so its urine is sweet.

As for why this classmate Malfoy wants to drink urine, maybe it's a personal habit, but I personally still suggest that young people should not be greedy for wine and should know how to be moderate."

Everyone looked at Malfoy with admiration. They were convinced. They really convinced that there was such a great person among their peers!

Malfoy retched. When he thought about drinking half a bottle and showing off to others when he returned to the Slytherin carriage...

I'm not a human being anymore!

Snape glanced at Lucius's stupid son with pity, and then quickly glared at Rolf with a threatening look.

"So, you admit that you gave Malfoy this bottle of urine?"

"No, dear Professor Snape, I just speculated that the armadillo had diabetes, which does not mean that I gave it to him." Rolf smiled:

"Besides, Malfoy can't prove that I raised the Mortra rat to attack him, but I have evidence to prove my innocence."

"What evidence?" Snape narrowed his eyes.

"When I entered Platform 9?, Mr. Diggory of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures checked my luggage. He can confirm that I did not carry any prohibited items, including Murtera rats.

You just need to send a letter to the Ministry of Magic. Isn't this more effective than any evidence?"

"Maybe Murtera rats attacked Malfoy, but they were definitely not raised by me, and they have nothing to do with me, right?" Rolf straightened his clothes, straightened his back, and said loudly:

"I don't understand... Should good people who are not good at speaking be wronged?!"

Loud, reasonable, and neither humble nor arrogant... The little wizards all clapped their hands and looked at Rolf with the eyes of a hero.

At this moment, even Malfoy was a little shaken. Did he remember it wrongly? It was really not Scamander who did it?

Snape was a little surprised. He looked at Scamander seriously for the first time. He snorted and said, "Don't bother so much. I'll check your box."

"No problem, Professor Dumbledore will allow it." Rolf smiled.

At this moment, a tall black-haired witch in an emerald green robe came out of the oak door. She said seriously:

"Okay, Professor Snape, you go back to the teaching desk now."

Snape's expression was as bad as if he heard that he was not allowed to eat at the dinner table. He cleared his throat and said, "Professor McGonagall, I haven't checked this matter clearly yet..."

"Leave it to me, Professor Snape. This is an order from Headmaster Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips.

"It seems that Professor Dumbledore does not allow you to check my box." Rolf said regretfully.

Snape glared at Rolf fiercely, turned around and strode away. This matter was not over. He would not allow his authority to be challenged by a student!

Malfoy was dumbfounded. Wait...did his backer, Dean Snape, abandon him like this?

Watching the old bat-like figure gradually going away, Malfoy wanted to say:

"Professor Snape... How can I live without you... Professor Snape... Professor... Professor... Please take me away... Professor!!"

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