Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 129, Section 127: Chief Schafer, you have quite the airs of authority!

The three exchanged a glance, and one of them wavered slightly, but was immediately stopped by the other two.

"It seems you're not going to be honest," Hermione sighed.

She gave the other party a chance to honestly admit her mistake and sincerely repent, so she could receive a lighter punishment.

Hermione originally intended to use the shoes as a starting point to severely punish the school bullies, but she didn't expect Luna to be so obsessed with those shoes, which made her look at her in a different light.

She felt that Luna was very similar to herself in this aspect of persistence.

Of course, that's assuming she doesn't mention that horned snoring beast.

"We haven't done anything, so what are we supposed to confess?" Audrey said smugly. She believed Hermione was bluffing them. Without evidence, it wouldn't matter if you were Granger or even a Dursley.

Furthermore, even if it's proven that I did it, what can you do? Do you dare to cast a curse on me?

I'm not one of those inflexible Gryffindor idiots. If you dare lay a hand on me, I'll have my family complain to the Ministry of Magic.

And before she could even resort to violence, Audrey glanced discreetly at her brother, the Ravenclaw prefect, standing in the crowd.

How many spells do three second-graders know?

With both geographical advantage and popular support, I don't know how I could possibly lose.

Thinking this way, Audrey became even more emboldened: "Miss Granger, before you say these things, I want to ask you, do you have any evidence?"

"Since you want evidence, then I'll give it to you."

Hermione was determined to teach the other party a lesson.

"Playing mysterious."

Audrey curled her lip in disdain.

"I thought you could wait another day or two, but I didn't expect you to be so impatient that very day."

Hermione remained unmoved by the other party's attitude, and continued slowly and deliberately, "Perhaps you don't know..."

"The shoes I stole from Luna were ones I lent to her. The shoes that Dudley gave me were cursed, a curse. Touching those shoes without my permission will be severely punished."

Indeed, casting a spell on a young wizard on the spot carries the risk of being reported to the Ministry of Magic by the other child's parents, even if the professor doesn't pursue the matter. Not everyone is like Gryffindor, who, after losing a fight, would only try to get revenge himself and would never do something as shameful as reporting to parents.

But if you touch someone else's things without permission and get cursed, then you deserve it. Don't even think about complaining to the Ministry of Magic; even if you go to Wizengamot, it won't change anything. Wizards take their personal belongings very seriously, because a simple mispronunciation of a word can lead to irreversible consequences, or even death.

Luna's mother, Pandora Lovegood, died in an accident during a spell experiment.

Hermione's words left the three of them suspicious.

"Would you like to give it a try?"

Hermione took a step forward as she spoke, and the three of them took a step back in unison.

"How dare you research dark magic without permission?"

The other person standing next to Audrey, believing he had discovered the key, said sternly.

"Foolish." Hermione looked at the other person with a cold smile, her eyes full of mockery.

To mock the other person's ignorance.

Curses are not the same as dark magic. It is perfectly normal to put curses on one's personal belongings, and some Aurors even do so, such as the famous retired Auror Mad-Eye Moody.

There's even an old saying in the wizarding world: "Never touch a wizard's things without permission, unless you're prepared to pay with your life."

"Really? I'd like to see what kind of curse it is!"

Audrey remained defiant, though she was actually putting on a brave front.

"Really?" Hermione's tone gradually softened, as if she were recounting a trivial matter. "It's really nothing serious."

"Do you feel redness and itching on your arms?"

The three of them unconsciously pulled their arms back into their sleeves; it would have been better if they hadn't said anything, because they actually felt a little itchy.

"That's just the beginning. First it's on your arms. Then your neck will gradually turn red and slowly it will spread to your face. Countless pimples covered in sores will crawl all over your face, but that's not the worst part. At this time, you have to be extremely careful. You have to be very gentle. You have to be extremely gentle. You absolutely cannot pop these pimples. Otherwise, your face will splatter."

Hermione's expression was as if she were telling a ghost story, and not only the three of them, but even the young wizards around them unconsciously shrank their necks after hearing it.

It's actually just a simple curse that causes pimples on the body and face, and it's not even from Dudley.

Of course, this simple spell only applies to Hermione.

"Stop talking, stop talking!" The little witch in the trio, who had been wavering at the beginning, was so frightened that she collapsed on the spot, covering her ears and trembling as she fell to the ground: "We...we were just joking with her."

She was terrified. At this moment, she was truly frightened. No little witch was indifferent to her appearance.

Her kneeling not only confirmed her act of stealing the shoes, but also terrified the other little witch.

What kind of mental fortitude can you expect from a little witch who has only recently enrolled? Her defenses crumbled in just a few words.

"A joke? It's a joke when everyone laughs, but it's not a joke if only you guys laugh." Hermione showed no sign of softening her stance.

Can everything be explained with a joke?

Putting aside whether the joke went too far, some people don't want to joke with you, and if you force them to, then it's no longer a joke.

"It was Audrey! It was Audrey who made us do this."

One of them pointed at Audrey and shouted.

It's normal for teammates to betray each other; never expect their friendship to be strong.

"Are you all... are you all insane?"

Audrey turned pale with anger; she hadn't expected her companion to be so despicable.

As the three members of the discipline team approached step by step, a sense of powerlessness suddenly arose in his heart.

Just then, a thin, stick-like figure emerged from the crowd.

"Kids, that's enough of this farce. Now everyone go back to class, as your class monitor."

Upon hearing this voice, Audrey's expression improved again.

She knew she was saved because her brother was about to make a move.

Alex Shaffer.

The prefect of sixth grade in Ravenclaw.

"Let's leave it at that. Everyone, go home."

Alex was saying this to the other young wizards.

They kick people out right away; once there are fewer people, the problem is minimized and resolved.

However, this will greatly affect the prestige of the disciplinary team.

Therefore, it must be stopped.

So Ron, who had been silent all along, finally got a chance to speak.

"Prefect Shaffer, you've got quite the airs of authority."

He immediately imitated Malfoy's sarcastic remarks, and in fact, he had wanted to speak in that tone for a long time.

That's awesome!

(End of this chapter)