Cornish Pixies were incredibly mischievous, and far smarter than the gnomes outside The Burrow.
After being struck twice by Vincent's Alder Wand, none of them dared come near him again.
But elsewhere, things were different.
Hermione was doing all right, skillfully using various spells to drive them away.
Draco, on the other hand, was having terrible luck.
The pixies not only tugged at his school robes but also messed up his carefully styled hair.
Crabbe and Goyle wanted to help, but the pixies' tiny hands were gripping tightly and refused to let go.
"Idiots! Don't pull so hard!"
Several of them also smashed through the windows and slipped straight out into the corridor.
Filch was going to be furious.
Ink was splashed all over the classroom, books and paper were shredded, the wallpaper was clawed to bits, the rubbish bin was overturned, and schoolbags and textbooks were tossed one by one through the broken windows.
Most of the students had hidden beneath their desks.
Vincent, who remained seated, was very unhappy.
Because they had not thrown away his textbooks.
"Come on, come on, drive them back!" Lockhart shouted. "They're only a few pixies—"
He rolled up his sleeves and swung his wand in broad arcs. "Peskipiksi Pesternomi!"
It had no effect whatsoever. A few pixies even jumped straight over him.
The instant his expensive Cherry Wand was snatched away, Lockhart bent down and hid beneath the lectern.
Vincent looked up at the pixies shaking the crystal chandelier.
If that thing fell, the entire class would suffer.
"Come together—"
He pointed his Alder Wand upward, then swept it in a circle around him.
The troublesome pixies seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, flying backward into the large cage that had originally held them.
"Shit!" Draco's grabbed robe and hair