The Owl Court Club Room was filled with joy, both inside and out.
Perhaps due to the Blasting Curse, only Vincent was able to make the fireworks last for a full 10 minutes.
"Don't rush, everyone will get some!"
Fred and George risked being chased by Percy all night to distribute all the fireworks in order to conduct the test.
No one knows whose curse it was, but a huge fire dragon suddenly appeared.
Luna, with her dark complexion, has exceptionally bright eyes.
Ginny, who was next to her, also looked disheveled.
If I'm not mistaken, it must have been them who put it there.
Vincent was dumbfounded.
The fire dragon, which appeared for less than a second, was Accio at a size no bigger than a palm.
Fortunately, nothing shocking or ignited anything, otherwise everyone who attended the party tonight would have had to write a self-criticism.
"It's still edible." George took another bite of the dark lamb chop. "It just looks terrible, but the taste is exactly the same."
"Let's continue," Fred said, picking up a firework. "According to our plan, it's actually unstoppable."
"Fred! George!" Percy threw down his school uniform, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed over.
"President, please remember to help collect the test results!"
"Take care." Vincent waved to them and then gave Percy a thumbs-up.
The Mandrakes was not yet fully mature, and Filch and Mrs. Norris had not yet been freed from petrification.
Snape isn't keeping watch anymore, so this chase between the brothers might really go on until dawn.
In contrast to the bustling atmosphere of the Owl Court, the Black Swan Court was eerily silent.
Draco, upon learning of Daphne's situation, did not share the outrage that Blaise Zabini and Pansy felt.
The first rule of the Malfoy Family motto: Born noble, but profit above all else.
Betrayal only happens when the benefits aren't enough.
He lost his position on the School Board Member and donated a large amount of Gold Galleons and supplies to Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic.
The Daphne incident was a beginning, but also a very dangerous sign.
His eyes swept over Blaise Zabini and Pansy, who were still indignant.
The second family motto: Friends are the only true friends; everyone else is just a business partner.
He knew Marcus was feigning anger.
When the interests of the Owl Court outweigh those of the Black Swan, more and more "traitors" will leave.
Family motto number three: Those who need our explanations are never worth our explanations.
Let them leave. They'll definitely come back when The Wizard Cards Cleansweep the market and defeat Gwent.
But it's impossible to restore the relationship to what it was before.
The last family motto: Take control of your own destiny.
"If you don't stand still, I'll write a letter to Mom tonight!"
The commotion outside interrupted Draco's thoughts.
"Those damn bastards!" Pansy grinned. "Draco, we're going to teach them a lesson."
"Agreed!" Blaise Zabini grinned maliciously and pulled out a money bag full of Gold Galleons.
"She's not in the same dorm as you, right? I think her new roommates would be very happy to help."
"Wait a minute—" Pansy said with some reluctance, "Although she betrayed us, it was all Wayne's fault."
Draco nodded after a moment's thought. "If anything happens to her, it will only make our club's image worse."
"Let her go?" Blaise Zabini threw the money bag on the table. "Fine, but I can't pretend nothing happened."
"Marcus, what's your opinion?"
"Wayne is a tough one, let's choose an easier one."
Pansy blurted out, "Granger! She disgusts me."
"Okay." Draco looked behind him.
Crabbe and Goyle stepped aside, and several older Slytherin students stepped forward.
Pansy tossed the money bag to the person at the front, "Let her remember her place. No matter how glamorous she dresses, she's destined to be that dirty Mudblood."
Draco shuddered slightly, almost instinctively.
What if you were kicked out because of this forbidden word...?
"Pansy, Professor Snape is a professor after all, you'd better be more careful with your words."
Regardless of whether it is true or not, being cautious is always the right thing to do.
Potions Class.
Since the welcome party ended last night, Daphne could clearly sense the Little Snakes becoming distant.
There was anger, and there was compassion.
She also keenly noticed that a small number of students were watching her, probably to see if anything unexpected would happen.
From this perspective, she had to admire the two people's judgment.
There are oddballs everywhere, and there are people who are different from others everywhere.
Last year, Hermione was an outcast in Gryffindor.
Her answer to Daphne was to change herself.
Another person who thought differently suggested changing the environment.
When someone performs well enough that everyone agrees they are right, a negative connotation can turn into a positive one.
Daphne has changed herself and is now trying to change her environment.
Snape waved his hand, and a large stack of parchment was automatically distributed from the podium.
Her paper grade was "E", while Hermione across the aisle got an "O".
Vincent, on the other side of the first row, confidently put away the parchment.
He already knew his score; there was no other possibility but a big "O".
Daphne was very envious of this performance.
"Open your textbook to page fifteen." Snape glanced unconsciously at Harry.
As is customary, now is the time to dig him up and give him a good scolding.
But Snape didn't do that today; he simply spoke emotionlessly about the terrible consequences of failing to make the Swelling Solution.
"If anyone still fails to complete the project, I will give them a standard 'T' on their final grade."
He didn't stand in front of Harry, but instead unintentionally walked behind Seamus in the second row.
"I don't think there are any students here with bad memories, right?"
Seamus hurriedly shook his head.
"Anything not finished before the end of class—" Snape paused, "Will remain here until it is finished."
Vincent picked at his ear, and only when he saw Neville next to him breathe a sigh of relief did he dare to be sure that he hadn't misheard.
The Old Bat was either under Dumbledore's Imperius Curse or was trying to please Harry.
They were glancing over there, seemingly unintentionally, as if they were afraid to get closer...
Let's save a bed for him on Saturday.
Vincent poured the medicine into the crucible without a shred of remorse.
Neville had long forgotten the terrible consequences of a failed attempt.
However, since he followed the instructions on the side as usual, the possibility of making a mistake was still very low.
James and Alfred were both very steady, but Seamus behind them was particularly flustered.
Not only was the dosage too high, but the time spent was also too long.
When the potion turned bright red and started bubbling, Snape behind him threw the entire cauldron out into the corridor.
"Finnegan, don't even think about going home tonight until you've cleaned the outside spotless."
Vincent picked at his ear again, and after confirming that no points had been deducted, his expression turned as if he had seen a ghost.
The love-hate entanglement between Snape and Harry is enough to give you goosebumps just thinking about it.