Man-Faced Dog

Albert was right.

Montague indeed told Captain Flint the news he had "accidentally" overheard.

He thought this was a good opportunity. Since Red-haired Weasley was planning to ambush them, why couldn't they take advantage of this opportunity to ambush Weasley instead?

Flint listened quietly to Montague's story, his eyes narrowing as he tapped his fingers lightly on the table, seemingly deep in thought.

A moment later, Flint looked up and asked Montague's opinion.

"I can't be sure if they told me intentionally. After all, everyone knows Anderson is very sharp, so this could very well be one of their schemes." Montague shared his assessment with Flint. He wasn't particularly good at thinking about these kinds of things, but that didn't mean he didn't think about them; he wasn't stupid.

"What do you think they're planning?" Flint himself didn't like thinking about things, but when he was with Albert, he had to be careful lest he fall into Albert's trap again.

"This... is probably... to lure us into a trap?" Montague scratched his head and laid his cards on the table with Flint. "I think whether they intend for me to know or not, this is a good opportunity for us."

Yes, this is a great opportunity!

Regardless of whether it was a trap set by the other side, they were never worried.

Last night, when Flint decided to cause trouble for Anderson's clique, he spoke with many Slytherin students about it.

In the past two years, quite a few Slytherin students have suffered at the hands of Anderson's clique, and these people are willing to offer Flint help.

Even if the opponent sets a trap, he doesn't think he will lose if he has the numerical advantage.

"Go tell Bole and the others about this, and have them contact the other people. We should also prepare to settle this score with them." Flint's eyes were cold, and a sneer played on his lips.

It's time to settle this score with them. Even if you really are a genius, you'll have to bow down to me this time.

In places no one knows, a storm is brewing silently.

Fred and George, caught in the storm, seemed completely unaware of what was happening. After having dinner and agreeing to meet Albert at the library, they left the hall alone.

Flint quickly received the news through the Communication Bookmark: Fred and George turned into the Boys' Washroom on the Third Floor halfway, Lee Jordan was nowhere to be found, and Albert Anderson had just sat down to eat dinner and was discussing the content of today's Transfiguration Class with Shanna.

Flint glanced at Albert and followed the Weasley Twins to the Boys' Washroom.

"The Weasley Twins did not leave."

Montague, who was invisible using the Disillusionment Charm, reported to Flint, "Our men will be here soon."

"We'll go in first." Flint pointed to himself and Montague. He noticed the expressions on the others' faces and added, "Whether it's a trap or not, it's always better to be careful."

As Flint and Montague entered the Boys' Washroom, before they even saw Fred and George, several red spells Accio towards them.

"Damn it, we fell for their trap."

The thought flashed through Flint's mind, but before he could react, he was knocked to the ground by the Stunning Spell.

Montague Flint helped block the Stunning Spell, and his reaction was timely enough to dodge the spell Accio towards him. But before he could get up from the ground, he was finished off by another Stunning Spell.

How do they know where I am?

Montague didn't understand how the other party knew their location until he fell into a coma. Hadn't he and Flint used the Disillusionment Charm?

"What an idiot, knowing it was a trap, he still walked right into it." Fred laughed as he removed the Disillusionment Charm from Flint, then shook his head as he looked at the two unlucky guys he had knocked down, soaking wet.

Although he couldn't see through the Disillusionment Charm like Albert did, the water stains on the ground effectively revealed the opponent's location.

"I reckon that idiot Kenneth Toller got caught because he was just as careless," George muttered. "But didn't Albert say they were coming in large numbers?"

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and several Slytherin students rushed into the Boys' Washroom and used Stunning Spell on the Weasley Twins inside.

Perigin Derrick glanced speechlessly at Flint and Montague lying on the ground, then looked up at the Weasley Twins who had blocked his Stunning Spell, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Flint called for enough help, otherwise it would have been a real problem.

"Sure enough, quite a few people have come." Fred and George raised their wands to confront the other side, waiting for Lee Jordan to come out and launch a sneak attack to distract them.

Just as a melee was about to break out, two spells suddenly shot out from behind Fred and George, knocking them both down.

"What exactly is going on?"

Fred and George were also unable to understand who had ambushed them when they fell.

That's it? The Slytherin students who were confronting Fred and George were a little stunned, not understanding how their opponents had fallen down.

"They love plotting, so why can't we?" Flint was awakened by a spell. He walked over to the Weasley Twins, knelt down, and patted their cheeks. "Don't think I don't know that your other partner is hiding here, ready to ambush us."

"I think the Mr. Weasley are already itching to get up close and personal with the toilet."

Montague grinned maliciously at Fred and George, then grabbed one of the Twins by the hair, preparing to drag him toward the toilet.

"Don't rush, Montague. I think Anderson will be here soon. We'd better prepare to welcome him, and then we can neatly stuff their heads into the toilet. That would be a wonderful sight."

Flint began calling on others to help repair the damaged parts of the Boys' Washroom, preparing to ambush Albert.

Suddenly, they heard something fall to the ground. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a strange little ball being thrown into the Boys' Washroom.

The next moment, the ball exploded, and white light filled the entire Boys' Washroom.

"Damn it, what is this?"

"My eyes."

"Damn it, I'm blind."

Everyone was blinded by the light and covered their eyes with their hands, cursing in pain.

Before Flint could even process what was happening, he vaguely saw a figure rush into the Boys' Washroom. Then he felt as if he had been struck by Charms, collapsing helplessly to the ground and passing out.

Insidious villain!

These were the last thoughts in the minds of the Slytherin students who had been knocked down by Albert. Before they could even react, Albert suddenly rushed into the washroom and knocked them all out with Stunning Spell. His efficiency caught everyone in the washroom completely off guard.