"How today's matter will be handled, I believe you all know perfectly well—"
McGonagall's face was stern, her tone exceptionally severe. "Gryffindor and Slytherin will each lose fifty points!"
She waved her wand and lifted the Binding Charms from the two students.
"However—"
Students from both houses pricked up their ears.
"However, since Mr. Wayne saved himself in time, I believe he deserves fifty points for that."
After the stick came the carrot as she turned her gaze to Draco's innocent little face, covered in bruises.
"Furthermore, the school will investigate this matter thoroughly. Not even a School Board Member can stop it."
Once the full story was uncovered, Slytherin would certainly lose points again.
The delighted Little Lions all turned to Vincent.
Lose fifty, then gain fifty—it was practically the same as losing nothing.
"Finally—"
McGonagall's eyes showed a trace of excitement. "Mr. Wayne and Mr. Potter, come with me."
Knowing what was about to happen, Vincent followed behind her without the slightest burden.
Harry, who had no idea, was filled with unease.
Riding a broom without permission probably meant expulsion.
"Don't worry. I don't think Professor McGonagall would do that."
Standing outside the Charms class classroom, Harry gave the person beside him a bitter smile and nodded.
Before long, McGonagall emerged with a student built almost as solidly as Vincent.
"Come with me."
The four of them strode deeper into the corridor.
The older student kept glancing at Harry, but his gaze frequently settled on certain parts of Vincent's body.
For example, his upper arms and forearms.
Or his chest, abdomen, and waist.
"Go in."
McGonagall pointed at an empty classroom, where only Peeves was scribbling on the blackboard.
"Ah! It's the Deputy Headmistress~"
She shot him a glare. "Out."
"No fun~ No fun~"
Peeves flicked the chalk