Blaise Zabini wasn't the only one who suffered misfortune.
Just as Crabbe and Goyle were escorting him back to his dorm and he stepped into the shower room to take a good shower, a small, round thing rolled in through the crack in the door.
It shrunk to the size of a fist before two pairs of astonished eyes, exploding into a cloud of green smoke.
The two, stripped down to only their underwear, exchanged a glance before being engulfed by the overwhelming greenery.
Draco, who was staying in his dorm room, was quite impatient.
The two lackeys have been taking a shower for almost half an hour, and they still haven't come back.
The thought of them having just invited him gave him goosebumps.
"Wait—that idiot Blaise Zabini has just fallen for it..."
Draco grabbed his wand and ran to the shower.
The door was locked from the inside, and there wasn't even the sound of water.
He cast a lock-picking spell and carefully opened a small crack.
Inside, two green, glowing figures covered in pustules lay unconscious on the ground.
"Crabbe! Goyle!" He strode inside.
"Puff--"
The strange noise coming from his head startled him so much that he instinctively covered his head and crouched down.
The exposed skin on the back of my hand felt a burning pain.
"Wayne!" he gritted his teeth and looked towards the door.
There wasn't a single person, not even a ghost.
First it was Blaise Zabini, then Crabbe and Goyle.
Draco looked at his hands, which were swollen several times their normal size, and he could barely hold his wand.
He stood up shakily and habitually roared out a string of profanities.
Slytherin Common Room.
Vincent, under the effect of the Disillusionment Charm, had been standing in the girls' dormitory for quite some time.
Although he came to bother the girl in a very ungentlemanly way, this magic that prevents boys from entering is not simple.
To avoid being seen as a pervert, he chose to quietly go to the boys' dormitory and head straight for the fifth-grade dormitories.
In the deserted corridor, a map made of parchment suddenly appeared.
"What great luck!"
Marcus was alone in his dorm room.
Vincent yanked open the door and tossed in a smoke bomb he had meticulously crafted using the new Savina Habanero peppers that had just arrived in the kitchen.
Before leaving, he used Transfiguration to turn the outside door into a wall.
If you don't know the situation, you can't open the door even if you use the lock-picking spell a hundred times.
"Serves them right for not having windows for ventilation!"
At this point, aside from the two young girls, everyone sitting in the Black Swan Club had been retaliated against.
Snape, who had just finished treating Crabbe and Goyle, was about to go to sleep when Marcus, whose tears and snot were streaming down his face, was finally rescued by his roommates.
"Go upstairs." He closed the door with a gloomy face.
It's just chili peppers; I'll feel better after I wake up tomorrow.
"Professor, Madam Pomfrey's place is already full."
"Then let's go back."
Marcus, whose eyes were so spicy he couldn't open them, had to be carried back to his dorm by his roommates.
"Damn Wayne!" Snape cursed before closing the door.
He changed into some light clothes, picked up a lamp, and went straight upstairs.
Although the chances of him catching the man in the middle of the night were slim, he refused to believe he couldn't.
Gryffindor Common Room.
"The Old Bat has come out of its cave."
George finished speaking, Vincent stretched.
"Finally, I can get a good night's sleep."
With Snape loitering around the castle, the Black Swan and their gang would never dare to cause trouble.
"Dude, why won't you let us go?"
"I'm going to draw aggro."
Vincent rubbed his slightly sore shoulder. "Actually, I don't think it will make any difference."
Hermione put down "Standard Charms: Level Three" and said, "They might not even come tonight, why do you insist on going?"
"It's not the ten thousand that's scary, but the one in ten thousand."
He stood up, swaying his hips, and said, "Our family motto is to take revenge without letting it linger overnight."
"Okay." She lowered her head and continued reading her Charms class.
If she were blocked from going up and down the stairs, she would have always asked McGonagall to uphold justice.
Right now, it's time to get revenge and vent my anger.
Fred grinned mischievously and pointed to the second floor of the map. "Blaise Zabini and the others have been caught by the Old Bat."
Vincent quickly moved closer.
This little boy, even more childish than Draco, is probably the type to take revenge without holding back.
It's a pity Snape should have come tomorrow night; then they would have been caught by Filch.
"I love this map so much!" George hugged the map and kissed it several times.
[Prongs: Mr. Weasley, please have some self-respect!]
Moony: Moisture can cause some map functions to malfunction.
Padfoot: Here's a kiss for you, mua~
Wormtail: Don't do that, I'll get shy.
All four map creators commented on his actions.
"I'm really curious who made it." Vincent didn't look away from the map until Snape led them back to the dungeon.
The magic used by these four creators was largely deciphered by the six little ones.
He used powerful magic to cast Homenum Revelio, making all people and things in the castle impossible to hide from.
Even something as small as a fly can be tracked as long as it has a name.
Furthermore, the four types of thoughts, including those that reside within the body, and the ink traces that can be altered at will, all require extremely powerful magical abilities to achieve.
The drawing skills and passwords are easy to solve, but the Homenum Revelio is beyond our control.
"It must be hidden in the library," George said confidently, a statement that was agreed upon by all four manufacturers.
[Prongs: Yes, it's in Madam Pince's drawer!]
Moony: He's lying; it should be inside the forbidden area.
Padfoot: Don't believe them!
Wormtail: It really is in the library, good luck to you guys!
The four exchanged glances, all feeling that things were not so simple.
Dumbledore knows the Marauder's Map, so the most likely place is the Headmaster's Office.
[Prongs: I knew the professor knew this.]
Moony: Don't forget that it was he who planted the Whomping Willow.
Padfoot: Do you want to know how to get into that secret passage?
Wormtail: Shh—this is a secret.
The twins perked up at the mention of the secret passage.
No matter how much they pressed them from the sidelines, the four creators remained unmoved.
The Moony who "let slip" the secret was criticized and, as if she had been silenced, revealed no more information.
"We'll find out before the end of the school year."
"Good luck to you guys," Vincent yawned.
There were a lot going on today, and his eleven-year-old body couldn't handle it anymore.
"Aren't you going to the kitchen to get something to eat?"
Hermione had barely finished speaking when his stomach started Gu Gu.
"Go ahead, and take Gu Gu with you."
"Aren't you going to put it on a diet?"
"I just let it look at it; I didn't intend to feed it."
The small, pitiful, and helpless Gu Gu was throwing a tantrum on the long table in the kitchen.
"I am not Cho." Hermione felt some sympathy, but still firmly refused.
"Gu Gu— " Its weak cries were no match for Vincent's determination.
"Even someone as skinny as Rolf has to diet, and you, little guy, dare to haggle?"
"Gu Gu! Gu Gu Gu!"
"Don't think I can't understand you, I know you're insulting me."
The Gu Gu, curled up into a ball of brown fur, was very sad.
What happened to the promise of all the field mice could eat?