Prefects had the authority to deal with junior wizards who held no positions.
But there was little they could do about prefects of the same rank.
Besides, after seeing the strength Cypher had displayed that day, the Slytherin prefects were more than willing to follow his lead.
Yet after everyone pointed fingers and discussed it for a while, they still failed to identify the problem.
Professor Leslie had worked through the night. Only after drinking a potion had she managed to force herself awake to complete her task of tending the herbs today.
Just as she was about to rest her eyes for a moment, Cypher's Patronus had brought her here.
Professor Leslie's physical and mental exhaustion was plainly visible.
Although Abraxas was only the Malfoy family's heir in name, an attack at Hogwarts would ultimately draw criticism from the Ministry of Magic.
The Ministry of Magic might even use it as an excuse to meddle in Hogwarts's security again.
At that thought, Professor Leslie felt somewhat dejected.
Seeing that the room had fallen silent, she waved at Cypher, and he understood.
He conveyed Professor Leslie's meaning to everyone present—stop standing around here making me miserable. Go do whatever you should be doing.
After all, she was an old Hogwarts professor. Her authority still carried weight.
The group said nothing more and turned to leave.
Only then did Professor Leslie force herself to focus. She needed to seal off this corridor.
"Wait—"
Seeing that no one else was around, Cypher stopped her.
"Cypher, you are not allowed to interfere in this matter! The Ministry of Magic still needs us to hold the front line. They won't make things difficult for us."
Professor Leslie spoke with rare sternness.
Originally, only young wizards from the outer houses had been attacked.
The pure-blood