Two long and harrowing minutes later Tom let up on the Curse causing Jugson to fall to the floor, only barely conscious, his eyelids fluttering and breathing sporadic. Gibbon, who had been woken from his friends screams of pain and fear, scuttled over and ran his hands helplessly over Jugson’s arms. Tom just chuckled darkly causing everyone bar Hermione to shudder. "You can’t.." Gibbon started to cry in anger as he leant over Jugson, like he was shielding his body from the Monster before them. "Oh can’t I?" Tom challenged. "You’re parents swore fealty to me, their loyalty is to me, not some spawn that disrespects their Lord. they can always have a second child, they are not yet old enough to be barren. Oh but if it is the wards you are hoping will save you then you are sadly mistaken. I am the Heir of Slytherin. Anything that happens inside the castle by me will be hidden if I wished it to be." "Our parents will not follow you once we will tell them." Gibbon shook his head in denial. "The vow all my followers took was very specific and I am in my magical rights to punish unruly offspring as if my own." Tom smirked as both boys looked horrified. Without hesitation he turned his wand upwards causing even the hardest Slytherin’s to flinch, most of them, although not stupid enough to confront the man, still only knew of the horror stories and didn’t know about his, slightly, regained sanity. "Indefinita arcana crinem" He chanted, his tongue rolling over the Latin easily, languages had always been easy for him to grasp, he suspected it had to do with the Parseltongue gift. "Wh..What di..d yo.. You doo to uus?" Jugson stuttered out, his voice hoarse from screaming. "Merlin you really are a moron." Gemma snickered stepping forward from where she had been soothing the first years that they weren’t in danger. "We all study Latin and French to understand spells, we are drilled this information so that when someone uses an unknown spell we can make at least an estimated guess to what it is. It is supposed to be a reflex in us to translate spells quickly as to save our lives in battle." Gemma looked disgusted at the filth on the floor."I bet these first years have a better grasp on Magical Theory and Spell Creation/Interpretation." The declaration was meet with laughter, surprisingly not only from the students, but Tom and Severus as well. "Indeed. Ten points to Slytherin." Severus smirked. "Any of the first years wish to take a guess at what My Lord’s latest spell invention does?" He asked, nodding his head when Knight Regan Harper raised his hand.