With a burst of ghostly howls, the three Shabinis received their daily benefits.
Although their eyes were filled with tears, their expressions were much clearer and they all lowered their heads and looked submissive.
They thought this was the end, but little did they know that everything was just the beginning.
"Can anyone tell me...who came up with the idea of filing a complaint?"
Tom played with the wand that had returned to its original state and said nonchalantly, "This is an internal conflict in our dormitory, but you were the first to stab it out. I'm very heartbroken..."
"Tell tales to the dean?"
"Is this the glory and tradition that the purebloods are so proud of? The original gang is so rude."
The three of them blushed, feeling angry and ashamed at the same time. Tom's words were too harsh. They were all the darlings of the family and had never heard such harsh words.
But even so, Nott and Zabini remained silent and had no intention of betraying Rozier.
"Don't tell me?" Tom raised his eyebrows and slowly pointed his wand at them. "It just so happens that I just learned a few evil spells. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to practice."
Zabini's face changed. Being beaten was simply painful, but God knew what evil curse Tom had learned.
If the spell fails...that might be more terrifying than success!
"It's Rozier!"
Under the incredulous looks of Rozier and Nott, Zabini chose a path that followed his heart.
"It was Rosier who came up with this idea. He also said that Professor Snape had a good relationship with his parents and would definitely favor us. But it turns out that this guy was a liar!"
"Zabini! You traitor!"
Rozier wanted to pounce on him and bite him, and Nott looked at him with disgust. Traitors are always disgusting.
But that's exactly what Tom wanted.
He untied the restraints on Zabini, helped him up with a smile on his face, and patted his shoulder.
"Bruce, I'm glad you can turn back from your wrong path."
Zabini was too embarrassed to say anything else. He felt extremely ashamed for betraying his companion.
But then, Shabini no longer thought so, he only felt fortunate.
For Tom had hung Nott and Rozier up again, and left them there to look on, and had given each of them fifty lashes.
This time the attack was more brutal than the previous three times. The shrill screams made Shabini's scalp tingle and his whole body tremble.
What's even more terrifying is that Tom was beating and healing at the same time. After a hundred hits, the two men didn't have any injuries on their bodies, and they had no evidence to complain.
"Will you dare to sue the teacher again in the future?" Tom asked gently.
The two of them shook their heads wildly, looking at him as if he were a demon.
"Then how do you calculate the loss you caused me this time?" Tom asked again.
Rozier sobbed and cried, "You, you weren't punished by the professor, so how could you suffer any loss?"
"You guys wasted my time."
Tom sighed, "It took me half an hour to talk to Professor Snape and convince him. Plus the time I had to rush to get there and pack up, you almost wasted my entire afternoon."
"As the saying goes, time is money. Shouldn't you give me some compensation?"
The three of them nodded subconsciously.
I think what Tom said makes some sense, but I always feel like something is wrong.
"Riddle... do you want money?" Compared to the two men who had been drugged, Zabini was still quite smart.
Tom said unhappily, "How can this be called asking for money? This is the compensation for mental damage that you voluntarily lent me. I'm a kind person, so consider it as a loan from me. I've prepared the IOU for you."
Three slips of paper fell into their hands, the amount was ten Galleons, and the repayment date was... after graduation???
The three of them were speechless.
Although there is no interest on depositing money in Gringotts, but if it is loaned out for seven years... the money is equivalent to being gone, and it is not known whether they will remember it by then.
They cursed Tom to death in their hearts, but they still handed over the money with a painful look on their faces.
Don't think that all purebloods are rich. Besides, not all rich people will give their children enough pocket money. Zabini has the most pocket money, but it's only fifty Galleons a semester. Nott and Rosier only have twenty Galleons, which is half gone in an instant.
It's only the second day of school.
Both of them were desperate. Since they had signed the IOU, it would be useless even if they filed a complaint and accused Tom of blackmail.
What's more...will complaining really have any effect?
Tom came back safe and sound today, and he continued to reward them without fear, which meant that Professor Snape could not threaten him...
The three of them silently told themselves to be patient!
They can't provoke Riddle anymore, otherwise they will be the only ones to suffer.
Tom happily collected the money.
He found that there was nothing wrong with being sorted into Slytherin. There would be no such stupid students in other houses, and he would not actively blackmail them.
Thirty Galleons for three people at a time. If he could expand his business to the entire Slytherin, he would be very rich.
But it is impossible for the time being. Not to mention whether he can beat those students who are about to graduate. If he really does this, Old Deng will probably come to have a talk with him. For now, he should focus on hiding and developing himself.
"You guys reflect on your mistakes. I'm going to eat."
Tom patted Zabini's shoulder again and walked out of the dormitory.
The atmosphere in the room was silent. Rozier and Nott stared at Zabini angrily. If they were not in pain, they would have started fighting.
The two of them snorted coldly and hid under the quilt.
Feeling uncomfortable, Zabini quietly left the dormitory and sat in the common room in a daze.
He didn't think he had done anything wrong. If he didn't tell Tom he would be beaten too. What was the point of holding on?
Nott didn't know that only Rosier was simply angry, while Nott was angry that Zabini surrendered faster than him, causing him to suffer a beating.
A crack quietly appeared between the small group of three people.