Compared to the two lackeys serving as human cushions, Draco, whose legs were tied up, had taken a terrible fall.
His messy blond hair and pale little face were caked with mud, and his school robes were as filthy as rags.
Not only was he covered in bruises, both of his hands were broken.
"Ah—" The scream was so piercing that even the students in the midst of the fierce fight stopped.
"Pfft—bleurgh—" Ron laughed as he vomited slugs.
Harry, pinned beneath Blaise Zabini, laughed too.
The more miserable Draco was, the happier the two of them became.
"Wayne!!!" Marcus ignored Wood beneath him and fired spell after spell into the sky.
Vincent slammed to a stop in midair, then dived straight down at high speed.
He neither dodged nor evaded, relying entirely on Finite Incantatem from the tip of his wand to dispel them one by one.
"Despicable!" Wood's large fist landed squarely in Marcus's stomach.
Half a second later, half a footprint appeared on that twisted face.
Vincent landed with his foot on Marcus's face, then easily hopped onto the grass. "Did I miss something?"
"Get them!" Fred and George reached for their pockets with sinister smiles.
Dungbombs hurt the enemy for a thousand and themselves for eight hundred.
As smoke began to rise, it seemed to signal the start of the second round.
"Stop!" Snape strode over and swept them all into the air.
Vincent, who had been about to charge into the crowd, put on an innocent expression.
"Everyone, stop!"
All the students obediently stood still, including Marcus, whose face bore a shoeprint.
Snape swept his cold gaze over them.
Vincent was completely unhurt, though his hair and clothes were a little disheveled.
Not only was Draco squealing like a dying pig, even a pig would