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What I wonder is, if Daphne can do magic without a wand or words, why doesn't she at least try to escape? It can't get any worse. But that's a matter of the psyche, I suppose. Imperio is a powerful thing, and you can get some pretty unusual results with it.

Selwyn turned back to Malfoy.

"You probably want to ask something, don't you? But don't worry - your questions are obvious. First, so that the Greengrass girls get a sense of the whole situation, we'll show them visually, using mudblood, for example, what awaits them. Then we'll use on them Obliviate with memory modification, where you and your mates will do all sorts of nasty things to them, saying: "By order of the Dark Lord," that sort of thing. That way, the mudblood, along with the hated Knight, will suffer, Greengrass will finally turn their back on the Dark Lord, which he will certainly blame you for. Then the sights of both him and Greengrass will converge on you, and that's it, goodbye, Draco..."

Selwyn uttered the last word so much in the style of Pansy Parkinson that half of the guys shuddered.

"And as a bonus — it's no secret that Knight is Narcissa's son. When Lady Greengrass finds out who abused her daughters, the relationship with Knight will radically deteriorate, and he will lose his support in the face of their family. You know what's funny? His birthday is the fifth of June. Funny, isn't it? Just like yours. I'll bet that the late Mr. Lucius did something crazy and got rid of your brother. Hmm, and it's possible that Mr. Malfoy didn't die by accident, but here it is already necessary to make inquiries a little deeper than casually through the ministry's files."

Selwyn was clearly intrigued by the idea that had just appeared in his head.

"Selwyn..." called out Harper to him.

"Ah, yes!" Selwyn turned his attention back to Malfoy. "We'll mess with your memory, too, but the cause will be a love potion with a couple of undocumented properties. You know how hard silly Parkinson tries to get that potion into you, don't you? And now everything will be as if she threw you a bottle with a delayed release. But, unfortunately, another failure, though now it will bring the beloved Draco to the grave."

Selwyn shook his head, looking at the immobilized boys.

"I feel sorry for her even. You better do it with her already, or she'll become like Nott. Anyway, I think everyone understood everything..."

Nott put his hand on Daphne's chest, albeit through the robe, immediately drawing Selwyn's attention.

"Nott!" he shouted, stopping Theo and forcing him to remove his hand. Daphne sobbed soundlessly. "I understand that it's not every day that you have a wonderful opportunity to touch such outstanding talents, but first - Granger. Girls need to shake their psyche a little for easier exposure to spells."

Selwyn took out his wand and pointed at Hermione, who was still pretending to be paralyzed.

"Shall we wake the beauty with the Cruciatus? Why am I asking, though? Cru..."

Hermione sat down abruptly and, with a wave of her hand, silently sent a Bombarda at Selwyn. The spell is scary when it hits not a person but a hard surface next to him. There was an explosion, and Selwyn, who was not expecting such a situation, was thrown into the wall like a broken doll. Nott, who had just returned to groping Daphne's chest, stood looking at what had happened in shock. Draco and his bullies freed themselves from paralysis, apparently due to a surge of adrenaline. They snatched out their wands, and Hermione had already conjured Protego Maxima, strengthening it with Fianto Duri.

Dropping to one knee, the girl touched the floor with her hand, launching transfiguration — a stone rod grew out of the floor next to Riley, who was already preparing to attack, and hit him, grabbing Hermione's wand. The rod went to the floor, and after a brief moment, multicolored rays of spells began to crash into the girl's defense. Now that Hermione has a wand in her hands, and the "first Cruciatus" has almost appeared, I decided to join the fight, though that wasn't quite right.

Rowena. Take your Architect form and kick the crap out of everyone here. And the ones outside, too.

<Yeah, easily.>

A black female silhouette formed behind Hermione's back, beginning to form various small "blunt" objects from the shadows, inexorably throwing them at the opponents. Hermione twitched at first but quickly realized whose side the unknowing thing was on. Rowena's black figure took a couple of spells on her shield from the shadows, thereby covering Hermione and finally assuring her that it was possible to get out from defensive mode. She left Protego's protection with quick dancing movements, dispelling it, and Rowena followed her, not forgetting to protect her from flying spells.

Dodge, spell back, defense, dodge, Hermione's oversaturated Stupefy exploded in a heap of blue blobs, hitting everything, but only a quarter hit the Slytherins or their defense. Rowena throws objects at opponents from the shadows, breaking their limbs, ribs, noses, fingers. Sometimes, as if by accident, she drops something on them several times in a row, such as a furniture. A couple of stray spells almost hit Daphne and Astoria, but Rowena covered them, transfiguring the protection from the shadow with a dash of hemomancy energy to completely disperse and absorb the magic put in them.

The fight lasted less than fifteen seconds, after which Rowena went through the wall, and in another five seconds, the broken bodies of the four on guard flew through the door. Daphne seemed to have somehow managed to free herself and Astoria and was now standing pale in the corner of the classroom, not knowing where to point her wand, while Astoria, much calmer, tried to soothe her sister by gently touching her arm.

Still standing in the corner, hidden in the shadows, I transfigured a scrap of paper out of the air, still using the same magic to write a message for myself, which I would pass on through Hermione. I handed the message to her, materializing it in the hands of the black figure of Rowena, and she handed it to the girl, disappearing. Here the matter is resolved. What's next.... historical