The six kids supported one another as they left, but the repercussions of the incident did not stop there.
Like a tornado, countless versions of the story had spread before noon.
Some said students had framed a professor; others said the professor was a beast in human skin.
Though few believed the former, a certain first-year Slytherin was utterly convinced.
He did nothing else all afternoon, devoting himself entirely to spreading the "truth" that students had framed a professor.
"He really is annoying." George weighed the Dungbombs in his arms. "What do you think—"
"No!" Hermione still had a strong sense of justice. "Forget what happened before. We need to focus on dealing with Quirrell now."
"Got it!" Fred grinned wickedly. "Once Quirrell is dealt with, Young Master Malfoy will be next~"
She looked at Draco, who was still loudly spreading his claims in the Great Hall. "He is kind of bad, but he—he—"
After struggling for a long time, she still could not think of a single good quality he possessed.
"Do whatever you want."
If bad students had ranks, then Draco was undoubtedly the superficially bad kind.
Fred and George, with their mischief-making, were a level above that—the kind of bad that targeted no one in particular and simply loved pranks.
Vincent was even more remarkable. When he was good, he was very good; when he was bad, he was ruthlessly bad.
Quirrell, who had nearly been beaten back into his original form, must have understood that deeply.
"I'm telling you, Wayne is a complete scumbag. They must be framing the professor."
If Quirrell knew Draco was sparing no effort to "clear his name," he would surely have been greatly comforted.
"Vincent isn't that kind of person."
Cho did not believe Draco at all, especially not with his