Harry and Ron's smiling faces turned into crying faces the moment they saw McGonagall.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley— "
The disappointment in her eyes was hard to hide. "This is nothing to laugh about."
Making fun of an injured classmate is extremely malicious.
"We should help each other, you know?"
"Yes!" x2
Draco had a long face and looked very sad.
Harry and Ron, who were being scolded, were both secretly expressing their disgust for him with their eyes.
"This is the first and the last time."
McGonagall, having received assurances, returned home.
In the blink of an eye, Draco became arrogant and haughty.
This little face covered in freckles looks like it deserves a beating no matter how you look at it.
"Malfoy, don't be so happy!" Ron growled in a low voice, clearly angered.
"That's karma, Weasley!"
Harry wanted to say something, but in the end, fearing McGonagall's authority, he had to obediently shut his mouth.
They went to the fourth floor, but did not confront Voldemort directly.
Vincent quietly observed everything, would never think that it was his problem.
Instead, he guessed the process of the Chosen One Development Plan 2.0.
It is said that Snape, who is lying in the Hospital Wing, is definitely hiding nearby.
If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected is bound to happen.
With an attitude of indifference, he happily took Crabbe to admire the plants.
"Wayne, do you dare touch this little blue blade of grass?!"
"Of course I dare." Vincent pulled Crabbe's hand and touched the rather unusual plant.
Slippery and cold.
Crabbe struggled to break free of his restraints. "Damn it, aren't you afraid of Professor McGonagall?"
"I'm scared," Vincent, catching up with the group with a slightly bored expression. "That's why I'll be very careful."
The blue grass is called Cooling Grass.
It is a plant that is not very common in Europe, and its outer layer of mucus has the property of absorbing heat.
Therefore, this plant is common in tropical regions, where shamans often carry it with them.
Crabbe initially felt quite comfortable, until the heat from his body was transferred to the fingertips he had just touched.
"Ouch—"
Vincent turned away slightly, looking disgusted.
According to Draco, silliness is contagious.
"Wayne, you—ouch—"
He raised his hand high. "Professor McGonagall, Crabbe has a cold!"
"I'm fine, it's all Wei—ouch—"
Hag arrived before McGonagall.
These Cooling Grass were all brought in from the north by him; it was obvious at a glance that they were the result of being touched by bare hands.
"Open your mouth and drink it!"
Crabbe, who refused to comply even unto death, had his mouth pried open and was forced to drink a small bottle of purplish-red liquid.
It works very well; it stopped being cold immediately.
It tasted awful, like rotten insects.
"What happened?" McGonagall looked at Vincent was blinking innocently.
"Professor, I was just satisfying Crabbe's curiosity."
"This is a one-time exception, Mr. Wayne."
She came, and then she left.
Crabbe, who had something to say, could only swallow this huge loss in silence.
Harry and Ron exchanged a bewildered glance.
They seemed to understand something, yet they also seemed to understand nothing at all.
Once they reached the lake, McGonagall announced that everyone was free to do as they pleased.
The premise is that you are not allowed to run around.
Vincent laid out the picnic blanket, and Hermione came over shortly after he sat down.
"Were you just demonstrating for them?"
"Yeah, I hope I can learn it soon."
She took off her shoes and sat down. "Snape has a big problem."
"Yeah, they might be hiding nearby." Vincent waved to the twins, gesturing for them to go somewhere else.
"Heartless!" George took off his shoes and jumped straight to the middle.
Hermione frowned. "Hey, could you take your socks off too?"
These socks, with a large hole on the left and a small hole on the right, are very unpleasant to look at, even without any odor.
George grinned mischievously and looked around. "Little Harry got bullied earlier, I have to get revenge for him!"
Fred kicked off his shoes and took off a pair of socks, which also had two holes.
The little golden retriever on the black, high-end velvet picnic mat was spotted by their sharp eyes.
"Ready—Fire!"
Draco was hit on the head by four socks in a row.
It doesn't hurt, but I feel severe physical and psychological discomfort.
"Damnit!"
He immediately glared at him.
"Sorry!" the twins shouted in unison, "Malfoy, can you give our socks back?"
Return my ass!
Draco threw them far away and then kept washing his hair with the Aguamenti.
A perfectly good slicked-back hairstyle was ruined just like that.
Higgs, who was in good health, had excellent eyesight and not only dried his hair instantly but also restored his hairstyle in a few moments.
Hearing their smug laughter, the barefoot Fred and George certainly wouldn't let it go.
These two identical smiling faces stirred up some painful memories for Draco.
The tent requires no password or deactivation of traps; you can simply pull it open to enter.
"Listen up, none of you are allowed to sleep tonight."
Crabbe and Goyle nodded.
Vincent, watching from a distance, clicked his tongue. "Don't scare him. Wouldn't it be better to just watch the show quietly?"
Hermione looked like she'd seen a ghost. "What!?"
You mean—"
"That's right, if I'm not mistaken, you guessed the same thing as me."
"Snape won't come looking for us."
"Who knows? It's highly likely."
Fred and George felt that their intelligence had once again been crushed by the two of them.
Was Snape faking illness?
How could that be!
"He's Potions Master, he couldn't possibly get injured due to a mistake."
"No matter how good Madam Pomfrey's cooking is, he doesn't seem like the type to go to the Hospital Wing."
After a moment's thought, the twins realized that it was quite possible he was faking illness.
While all the students were fast asleep, a You-Know-Who in a black cloak suddenly appeared...
The imagery is so vivid that even the ending has been revealed.
"What are you thinking about?" Rolf and Cedric came over as well.
Their Hufflepuff students stayed on the other side of the lake.
"I was wondering who the Old Bat would disguise himself as—" George, who was about to tell the story, suddenly shut his mouth.
The two men's amused glances clearly indicated that they had guessed Snape was faking illness.
"I hate you guys!" Fred pouted. "We're always the last to find out!"
Cedric shrugged. "Rolf just told me."
"That's still earlier than us!" George's eyes were extremely hostile.
"Good luck." As soon as Rolf finished speaking, the twins pounced on Cedric.
"Why me again!"
"Because you look the most honest."
He seized the opportunity and skillfully broke free.
"Percy! Your brother has gone mad again!"
Fred and George quickly put on their shoes. "Despicable! Shameless!"
Cedric grinned smugly. "Now you know what I mean, right?"
I'm not someone to be trifled with!