Leif wasn't actually lost by Neville at all, because he was with the most distinguished owl in all of Hogwarts.
House-elf won't feed the Gu Gu, then we'll have to find another way.
"Gu Gu?"
"Ouch!"
"Gu Gu".
"Oh dear."
These two magical creatures, who had long since eaten their fill, seemed to be discussing their next move.
Their happiness is built upon someone's sadness.
Neville never imagined that any girl other than Hermione would approach him, someone who clearly had no redeeming qualities.
And two of them came at once.
If he had known it would turn out this way, he shouldn't have suggested splitting up to search.
"Longbottom, did you hear what I said?!"
Pansy, baring her teeth, was furious.
This lion, who looks no different from a complete idiot, actually dared to lose focus at a time like this.
Even if they all come from the same of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, they should still show basic courtesy.
"Oh, I didn't hear you." Neville shrank back in fear.
Based on the respective levels of both parties...
Unable to bear watching any longer, Daphne pulled Pansy aside.
"Fine, I'll put up with it!"
Neville was glared at fiercely, and his large body trembled involuntarily.
"What—what did you just say?"
Pansy shook off Daphne's small hand, drew her wand and pointed it at her, "Longbottom, I'm not going to waste my breath on you."
"If you're going to regret it, regret joining Wayne's side!"
As soon as the tip of the staff lit up with a red light, Neville was so frightened that he covered his head and hid.
"Furnunculus!"
Pimple Jinx causes pimples to appear all over a person's face struck the wall behind him.
The only drawback of directional spells is that they are difficult to aim at.
"Stand up!" Pansy's shrill little voice made Neville's head spin.
He stood up blankly, but squatted down again when he saw the red light flash.
"Thud—" Another small hole appeared in the wall.
"Don't move!"
"What—what are you going to do to me?" Neville was terrified.
Why would Slytherin send two little girls to find Vincent if they can't handle him?
You're not allowed to move?
He's not stupid.
Pansy tried her best to suppress her anger, "Don't you understand?"
What Wayne did to Draco, I'll do to you now!
Just as she aimed her wand, Neville dodged it.
"Don't move!"
Why—why?
"This is revenge! You'd better listen to me!"
Even if Neville were slow to realize, such a hostile attitude meant they had ill intentions.
"I—I won't let you succeed!"
He drew his wand, recalling the fighting techniques Vincent had taught him.
From slightly chubby to slightly muscular, his quick reflexes went far beyond just dodging.
Daphne's brows were furrowed.
Not only was the posture incorrect, but they even dared to mispronounce the incantation.
Wait, Lumos Maxima?
She had just hurriedly covered her eyes when a blinding white light illuminated the entire third-floor corridor.
Caught off guard, Pansy burst into tears when the light shone on her.
The Flash Spell, which Neville invented by chance, is currently the one he's most comfortable using.
While the two girls were "punished" by standing in the corner, he had already quickly left.
If you can't afford to offend them, can't you at least avoid them?
Daphne was the first to hear the noise, turned around, seemingly hesitating whether to chase after them.
"Ouch—it hurts!"
Pansy's incessant screaming made her abandon the idea.
Putting aside the fact that boys have an advantage in physical strength, the speed at which they can disappear in a few seconds is something a young lady like her can't catch up with.
Are you alright?
"I'm not feeling well, Daphne."
This operation ultimately ended in failure.
Draco was naturally very dissatisfied with this result.
"You should have brought more people with you."
Pansy wiped her red eyes with a handkerchief. "I didn't expect Longbottom to do this."
Blaise Zabini's eyes were somewhat vacant. "He can't even handle the weakest one. Is the fighting style that Wayne taught really that useful?"
No, Muggle technology can't be stronger than magic!
He suddenly chuckled, his gaze gradually turning cold. "How about a public duel?"
Draco's face darkened.
Vincent is capable of physical disarming, so he could probably take down a big guy like Marcus without even needing a wand.
Unaware of the power-enhancing potion, he was already starting to believe that the other party's "strong limbs" father could really be so exaggerated as to tear apart Troll with his bare hands.
"Wayne is not Weasley, so the chances of him agreeing are practically zero."
Marcus's eyes suddenly lit up. "What if we impersonate him and cause trouble for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?"
"Polyjuice Potion?"
"That's right."
He can buy the materials in Hogsmeade tomorrow; Slytherin has never lacked people to be in charge of brewing Potions.
The key is that it will take at least a month, and we also need to get something from Vincent.
"Swoosh—" Draco could imagine himself being kicked away by the other party as soon as he got close.
If someone else were to go, it would just be a matter of different strength.
If a high reward is offered, the well-informed twins will know immediately.
Higgs moved closer to the table as if seeing a glimmer of hope. "I can use the Disillusionment Charm to track him. Plucking out even the most effective hair won't be a problem at all."
"Great! That's wonderful!" Blaise Zabini pulled a handful of Gold Galleons from his small cloth bag.
"The Christmas holidays are in a month, and you need to complete your task before then."
"Completion guaranteed—"
"You still guarantee it? Forget it, if you can't finish it, just quit the club."
Draco didn't take Blaise Zabini's overstepping of his authority seriously.
Higgs was repeatedly given high hopes, but he repeatedly disappointed them.
He'd wanted to kick this guy out for a long time.
Vincent and Hermione, who had just returned from Hogsmeade, came down to the Great Hall right at mealtime.
"Neville is cornered?"
"Still Parkinson's and Greengrass?"
Just as the Little Lions were about to kneel down in worship, they heard the deity timidly recount the whole process.
"That's about it. They're talking about revenge."
Neville also said that if he had known the Pimple Jinx was a curse, he would have used the Flash Spell much sooner.
"Sigh—" Vincent shook his head and sighed in a wise old-fashioned manner, "After driving away Quirrell, a flock of Black Swan has appeared."
He winked at Hermione very subtly.
The gist of it is that the girls should give it to her, but once isn't enough.
Hermione glared back, naturally indicating that he was the club president and couldn't entrust these matters to her.
There are virtually no ways for boys to enter girls' dormitories.
Many students have tried to deceive the authorities using Polyjuice Potion, but unfortunately the restrictions imposed by the Four Founders are not limited to the physical.
Unlike Gryffindor and Ravenclaw dormitories, Slytherin dormitories are not accessible from the outside simply by opening a window.
"Black Lake? Black Lake!" Vincent suddenly straightened up as if he had just realized something.
If we break the glass, will we be able to get in?
If that were to happen, the Slytherin dormitories would probably be flooded.
"What Black Lake?"
"No, I'm just curious about what's inside."
Neville racked his brains for a moment, "My grandma seemed to have said that there were Merpeople, horned Grindylow, and Giant Squid."
"Um—it's quite dangerous." Vincent said this, but he had already decided to go down and explore.
While witnessing these amazing creatures, you can also experiment with whether you can use Transfiguration to create a small hole.
As for when that will end, that depends on who will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year.