Chapter 239: Vine Whip

"Wuwuwu—"Malfoy struggled violently, his eyes filled with anger, trying repeatedly to speak but unable to utter a sound.

Next, he discovered his feet were gradually lifting off the ground, and he struggled even more fiercely.

Seeing Malfoy's struggle, Allen showed no leniency, tightening the vine whip further; now the bound Malfoy looked even more pitiful.

The young wizards around began pointing and whispering at Malfoy, while Harry and Ron quietly cheered Allen on.

"Allen, calm down, you are violating school rules!"Hermione suddenly spoke, her expression filled with worry.

"What school rule am I violating? No magic in the corridors? This isn't magic!"Allen raised an eyebrow and said.

Using the vine whip to attack was the result of careful thought; since the vine whip skill had never appeared in this world before, it certainly couldn't count as magic, and he intended to exploit this loophole in the school rules.

Hermione was left speechless by Allen's words, but upon reflection, it seemed to make sense; the form and effect of the vine whip's attack didn't resemble magic at all, but rather an organ within a flower bud.

Meanwhile, the bound Malfoy was already panting... no... gasping for breath; this was a normal physiological reaction. When a person is emotionally agitated, breathing solely through the nose is insufficient, and since his mouth was tightly sealed, he could only constantly increase the frequency of his nasal breathing.

The power of the vine whip exceeded Allen's imagination; he found he could easily lift Malfoy into the air with it. Gazing playfully at his mischievous creation, he whispered softly, "Do you yield?"

Then he released control over Malfoy's mouth.

"You—wuwuwu—"Malfoy had barely uttered a single syllable before the vine whip blocked his mouth again.

Malfoy's expression and gaze in that instant said everything, so Allen had no patience to listen to his nonsense.

Under everyone's gaze, he couldn't resort to violent means to discipline Malfoy, so he prepared to use some gentler methods.

Another vine whip tip extended into Malfoy's clothing, constantly moving around sensitive spots like his armpits and ribs...

Malfoy struggled even more violently, twisting his body continuously, but it was all in vain; the vine whip dug deeply into his body, carving out small sections of flesh, his eyes widened, and his face turned flushed... no... it turned red from extreme anger...

The young wizards in the corridor witnessing this scene fell completely silent, staring blankly at what happened; this didn't seem like an act of violence, as tickling was more like a joke between classmates, except today Allen's joke had a certain... um... artistic quality.

However, Allen's move was truly a panda ordering takeout—bamboo to the core.

Under Allen's assault, Malfoy quickly surrendered, looking at Allen with eyes full of pleading.

One must show mercy when possible; today's lesson for Malfoy was sufficient, and this lesson would stay with him for a long time.

He retracted the vine whip, and Malfoy fell from the air, collapsing onto the floor like a puddle of soft mud, coughing violently, gasping for breath in great gulps, with tears still welling in his eyes...

He dared not utter any more threats; he didn't even dare to meet Allen's gaze. He had his two lackeys help him up, then slunk away in disgrace...

The corridor returned to normal; other young wizards looked with awe at the flower bud behind Allen. Although they didn't know what it was, the bud's power had been displayed to the fullest just now.

Harry and Ron excitedly discussed the recent events; they most hoped to see Malfoy humiliated.

Meanwhile, Hermione had vanished somewhere; she seemed to have disappeared quite suddenly.

However, they had recently grown accustomed to Hermione's sudden appearances and disappearances.

When they saw Hermione again, it was already dinner time, and by then the news of Allen disciplining Malfoy in the corridor had spread throughout Hogwarts; Allen felt everyone was secretly observing the vine whip extending from his flower bud.

Yes, Allen started using the vine whip again after dinner; the reason was simple: it was just too useful.

During meals, it could help hold the rice bowl or add condiments; whatever was needed could be handled without lifting a finger, and it could be long or short, soft or hard, far more useful than human hands.

Why not use such a convenient vine whip?

He felt full after eating very little at dinner; he believed this was because he had been exposed to the sun for too long today, and the flower bud on his back seemed capable of photosynthesis.

In short, Bulbasaur's flower bud turned out to be the most useful transformation he had randomly obtained.

Then Allen received an owl from Professor McGonagall, asking him to visit her office again after dinner.

This letter made Allen uneasy; was Professor McGonagall going to punish him for the corridor incident?

But when he arrived at Professor McGonagall's office, he found Professor Sprout, Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, Professor Dumbledore, and Mr. Scamander all present.

Professor McGonagall did not blame Allen for the corridor incident at all; instead, she asked with great concern about the vine whip and Razor Leaf.

This relieved Allen, so he began to cooperate in demonstrating the vine whip and Razor Leaf.

The professors engaged in intense discussion; the vine whip was very magical, while Razor Leaf was considered a type of magic, yet the method of casting and its effects had never been seen before.

After discussing for a long time without reaching any conclusion, Professor McGonagall decided to conduct more sampling, and Allen had absolutely no right to object.

The person conducting the sampling was Professor Snape.

This was the last person Allen wanted.

"Why Professor Snape?"Allen couldn't help but ask this question.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore exchanged a glance and stated frankly, "That is because Severus has found a method to preserve the products of your transformed parts for a long time."

Allen even suspected he was hallucinating.

"When did this happen?"Allen asked eagerly; he currently needed this technology.

If he mastered this technology, wouldn't he be able to have a chicken lay an egg, and the egg hatch a chicken, continuously accumulating various magical materials?

A golden path was beckoning to him.

From now on, he could escape the situation of selling his skills and make a living by selling his body...