Annoying Girl

Students from Hogwarts and Newmontgard got into a fight, the long-standing grudges between the two sides erupting into a brawl, the roars of the boys and the screams of the girls mingling together.

"Stop fighting!" a girl shouted from the side, but the wizard who had started using his fists and feet had not only lost his magic but also his reason.

Sean had already been pulled back by the others before he could make a move, making it difficult for him to get forward now.

"Stop it, all of you!" A stern female voice was amplified by magic.

However, the students, blinded by rage, didn't take it to heart.

"Roar—" A loud dragon roar rang out, startling the students. They scattered and looked around in terror.

How could there be Fire Dragon in the castle?

"Thank you, Newt." Professor McGonagall hurriedly thanked Newt, who was putting something back into his pocket.

"All of you, get back to your positions!" She strode between the two groups, wand in hand, her stern face trembling slightly with rage. "How dare you?!"

"A bunch of wizards fighting in the castle?!" Professor McGonagall looked sternly at everyone, including the students of Newmontgard.

"Everyone who just laid a hand on us will be punished!"

Filch leaned closer. "Professor McGonagall, my suggestion is to reopen the dungeon. You know, I'm oiling those shackles every day..."

"Argus, I don't have time to discuss this with you right now," Professor McGonagall interrupted him abruptly, then waved her wand.

The students, who were still panting heavily, discovered that a silver circular mark had been imprinted on their shoulders.

"Everyone come to my office tonight. Anyone who doesn't come will face the consequences, and I'll know. As for your stupid injuries, go get your medicine from Madam Pomfrey!"

Although Newmontgard was slightly outnumbered, they were not at a great disadvantage, and at this moment, they all chuckled.

Professor McGonagall turned around abruptly. "Don't think you're immune to punishment just because you're not my students. I'll explain this to your Vice Principal in detail!"

The students' smiles froze on their faces. It seemed that Vita Rosier was a similar figure to Professor McGonagall in Newmontgard.

Sean, who was standing still, turned his head to look at his shoulder, but there was no silver spot there.

As the 'culprit' or 'mastermind' in another sense, he himself doesn't have to be punished. Hmm, that's a bit disloyal...

That evening, a long line of students, their heads swollen like pigs, formed outside the Hospital Wing. After getting their medicine, they had to go to Professor McGonagall's office.

Everyone who came out of there looked disheveled, as if they had been severely scolded and had received various punishments.

George and Fred, who were the most aggressive and loudest, were to clean the Owlery and were not allowed to use any magic. The twins' eyes were almost lifeless.

Some students secretly found out that the students of Newmontgard had also been punished by Rosier, but the reason for the punishment was not fighting, but that they had lost the fight...

Those students would undergo brutal physical training on their days off.

Both sides' students were very dissatisfied with their punishment, but they dared not contradict the professor. As a result, all sorts of swear words would come out whenever students from the two schools met in various parts of the castle.

Although no one should dare to make a move before the punishment is over, the atmosphere inside the castle is becoming increasingly tense.

"To be honest, I didn't learn anything from this Academic Exchange," Hermione complained to Sean on Saturday, clutching her notebook as the two prepared to head to the library together.

"I've been mocked three times by complete strangers." Hermione was a little angry. She had always thought that fighting between two schools was too stupid (except for Sean).

Sean followed behind her, shrugging helplessly. He had thought that Dumbledore and Grindelwald had some ulterior motive in facilitating this exchange, but now it seemed there was no intention at all.

He hadn't even seen Dumbledore at the dinner party for several days.

Rounding the corner, Hermione sighed in frustration, "This is almost the fourth time..."

Along the corridor, several students from Newmontgard were talking. When they saw Sean and Hermione, they immediately started laughing.

"The furry little brat is here, oh, and her curly-haired dog too." The other person spoke with a thick Germany accent, winking at the two of them.

Now people are too afraid to fight, but the mockery is getting more and more vulgar.

Sean narrowed his eyes. He could let it go with a few casual sarcastic remarks, but the other party was going too far.

Moreover, he hated it most when people made fun of his curly hair, a hairstyle that Mrs. Wallop had designed for him.

He stepped forward, about to speak, when a voice rang out from the side.

"If stupidity hurts, you must be wailing all day long."

Stephanie appeared out of nowhere, wearing a different pair of glasses with thick lenses. Her face was expressionless, and her tone was completely flat. However, the words that came out of her mouth already made the faces of the Newmontgard students turn red.

"A third-year student?" The Newmontgard identified Stephanie's grade by her uniform, and one of them sneered, "So, little brats can get into Hogwarts now?"

Stephanie's expression remained unchanged. "You can go see Madam Pomfrey and get your butts checked to see if you have any brain damage."

"Pfft." Hermione had been looking furious, burst out laughing.

Sean's expression remained unchanged; in fact, he even frowned.

The men's expressions darkened further. They straightened up, somewhat exasperated, and said menacingly, "Want me to clean your mouth, you little bitch..."

Before he could finish speaking, a bunch of bubbles started coming out of his mouth.

Stephanie held up her wand, looking at them expressionlessly.

Silent Casting? Sean frowned. Stephanie was only a third-grader, yet she was so powerful?

Although those students from Newmontgard were foul-mouthed, they were still smart enough to know better than to mess with a wizard who could Silent Casting.

Before they could even utter a harsh word, the group slunk away.

Stephanie put away her wand, a piece of paper floated into Sean's hand, and then she quickly left.

His attitude was already very clear. He hadn't spoken harshly to Stephanie only out of respect for Grindelwald. And yet, she still wanted to come closer? Was this girl crazy...?

Sean glanced at the handwriting on the note with some impatience.

I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me.

Hermione stopped laughing and looked at Sean: "What... happened between you two?"

I was out running errands today, so the update is late. Sorry!