Snape didn't go back to his office; instead, he went to the Headmaster's Office first.
He offered no defense for Crabbe and Goyle, simply stating the facts with a cold expression.
"Severus, how do you want me to handle this matter?"
"Get those two brainless little Troll out of the school."
Dumbledore fell silent.
Snape knew, of course, that this was impossible.
"No matter how many chances you give them, they're a bunch of hopeless little bastards."
"I don't think so, Severus."
Snape fell silent.
He used to be that kind of bastard too.
The more you regret it, the more you hate yourself.
"Whatever."
Dumbledore watched him leave the Headmaster's Office.
Everyone has to pay for their mistakes, no matter who that person is.
Neville didn't go to the Club Room, nor did he return to the common room.
He sat alone at the castle gate.
When he was extremely angry, he really wanted to beat up Crabbe and Goyle.
Perhaps it was because Snape was penalized, or perhaps he felt that his anger hadn't yet been transformed into power.
In short, nothing was done in the end.
"Wayne, where are you taking us?!"
"You all need to stay here obediently."
Neville was so surprised he couldn't close his mouth.
Crabbe and Goyle stood inside the door, gritting their teeth.
Vincent sat down next to him. "Want to beat them up?"
No—I don't want to.
If it's discovered, points will definitely be deducted.
"Then I'll beat them up for you?"
Neville suddenly grabbed Vincent, "The professors will find out—they will discover it."
"Go to the Forbidden Forest."
"I—" He let go of her hand and shut his mouth.
I want to beat him up, of course I want to beat him up.
However, doing so would cause trouble for Gryffindor.
So he held back before.
Vincent's cold gaze swept over Crabbe and Goyle. "Come with me. Don't even think about sneaking away."
The two followed reluctantly behind.
As the four of them walked into the Forbidden Forest, four little heads peeked out from the gate.
"Shall we go over there?" James asked, waving his camera slightly.
"No need." Hermione turned and walked into the castle. "Neville will give them a good beating."
Alfred asked with some concern, "What if they escape?"
"They wouldn't dare." Daphne averted her gaze from the four people in the distance.
"Even if the school doesn't expel them, they need Neville's forgiveness to put this matter to rest."
"Uh—" James put away his camera. "No wonder Malfoy and his gang didn't dare to utter a single word."
Not long after Neville left the classroom, Vincent, expressionless, grabbed Crabbe and Goyle by the collar.
Draco, sitting in the middle, seemed not to see anything, but Pansy and Blaise Zabini glared at him.
Even the most clueless person should understand the situation.
Although it doesn't seem so voluntary.
Outside the Forbidden Forest.
Vincent waved his wand and drew a circle under Crabbe and Goyle's feet.
"Stay inside and don't move."
He nodded to Neville, "You can do anything to them."... Crabbe and Goyle looked down at the small circle at their feet.
The distance was just enough for one more step; there was no way to dodge it even if you wanted to.
As for fighting back, that's even more impossible.
Given Vincent's indifferent gaze throughout, even if an opportunity were to arise, it would likely be impossible.
Neville drew his wand, then thought for a moment and put it back.
He's actually not as angry as he was at the beginning.
But Crabbe and Goyle were bad guys who rubbed salt into his wounds; they were villains who could not be easily forgiven.
"Ouch—" The kick landed on Goyle's stomach.
"Slap—" The slap landed on Crabbe's face.
Neville was panting heavily, seemingly having vented his anger.
He looked at Vincent as if asking what to do next.
"Nobody knows what happened here except us."
Neville loosened his tightly clenched fist. "I—I still want to keep beating them up."
"Then beat them harder."
He clenched his fist again, and many fighting techniques he had learned flashed through his mind.
The joints are the most vulnerable parts of the human body.
Grab the arm and twist it in the opposite direction, then lift it up from the lower back.
"Ah—" Goyle's pig-like scream rang out.
Neville hugged Crabbe's lower back, his face flushed, and only managed to lift him slightly.
Just as he was about to give up, he remembered his parents at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
Straighten your legs and engage your core.
Stop making fun of me!
Crabbe, who was struggling, slammed headfirst into the ground.
Neville pushed him away, mounted him, and punched him hard.
"My mom and dad are heroes!"
He hit him more than a dozen times, but he was still not satisfied.
Goyle clutched his dislocated arm and instinctively stepped back, stepping out of the circle.
You have no right to laugh at them!
A hard slap landed across his face.
He stood there, stunned, covering his face with one hand.
Neville slammed his forehead against it.
With his hand numb from the impact, Goyle could clearly see those eyes that seemed to be burning with anger.
He was terrified.
Vincent counted on his fingers.
From the beginning until now, Neville has used more than 10 different fighting techniques.
Crabbe, whose face was covered in bruises, had two teeth knocked out, and Goyle, whose face resembled a pig's head, had his nose knocked crooked.
The Neville lying on the ground, panting heavily, is the real Neville.
"Are you satisfied now?" Vincent reached out his hand to him.
"That was so satisfying!" Neville put his hand on it.
Crabbe and Goyle were in so much pain they couldn't stand up.
Even so, their eyes were filled with defiance.
"Should we give him another beating?"
Neville shook his head. "I'm not like them."
After venting his anger, he seemed to stop stuttering when he spoke.
Vincent walked over and kicked each of them once.
"Stop playing dead, go back and find Madam Pomfrey yourself."
Crabbe and Goyle stood up unsteadily.
Neville's breathing gradually calmed down, and he called out to the two who had only taken a few steps.
"I am not afraid of your revenge!"
They exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, and quickly walked out of the Forbidden Forest.
Is this the end of the matter?
No, this is just the beginning.
Back in the Owl Court's Club Room, Neville was surprised to find a party going on inside.
"Bang—" A dazzling firework exploded on their foreheads.
"Welcome back Gryffindor hero!" Fred and George pulled him to the center with beaming smiles.
"I'm not a hero, Vincent is."
"Don't be modest, you are a hero!"
"Anyone who dares to stand against evil forces is a true hero!"
Shy Neville blushed and said, "Crabbe and Goyle will definitely not let this go. I don't know what to do then."
Fred pointed to Vincent, who was leaning against the door, and said, "Our president is a great role model for you."
George grinned and rolled up his right sleeve, patting his right hand at the muscles that were barely firm.
"Beat them back, and beat them again if they come back, until they dare not come back."
Neville looked down at his two fists, which were red and scraped, with large patches of skin all over them.
It seems like it doesn't hurt anymore.
If there is a next time, he will drive them away honorably.
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