Breeze's First Confinement

Hermione wiped away her tears and said angrily to Ron, "Everyone knows Breeze Order is a studious Slytherin, friends with many Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, even your brothers are friendly with Brie, but you've always viewed Brie with prejudice based on your 'Slytherins are dark wizards' theory!"

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I panicked when I saw Harry chasing Malfoy, so I got on my broom to stop them, but they completely ignored my shouts."

Hermione glared at a flushed and dejected Harry and a pale-as-death Malfoy as she spoke.

"Later, Prefect Wood tried to stop them too, and Malfoy changed course, turning and throwing the Remembrall at Brie, who had his back to him. I can say for sure that Brie was moving away from the group of fighting wizards! Malfoy took advantage of Brie, and then I saw Wesley rush out and grab Brie's broom, nearly shattering it. Harry's broom also lost control, and Harry fell, but his broom hit Brie. If Brie hadn't learned so many spells, he would have been seriously injured."

"I'm very worried about Brie. Can I go see him first? I'll accept any punishment." After saying that, Hermione dropped her broom and ran towards the castle, wiping away tears.

The professors didn't stop her, as what they saw aligned with Hermione's account.

"Then..." Snape scanned all the young wizards and said to McGonagall, "I think everyone needs to be punished. Coincidentally, the professors are very busy during this period."

Professor McGonagall steadied herself and then looked at the main instigators, saying, "You few will be treated differently, based on the severity of your actions!"

"In all my years at Hogwarts, I've never encountered such disobedient young wizards as you!"

Professor Snape didn't waste any more words and stated—

"Slytherin and Gryffindor each lose fifty points! For fighting!"

"Wesley loses another fifty points for prejudice and harming a classmate!"

"Potter loses another fifty points for impulsively rushing without being familiar with his broom, causing injury to a classmate and nearly breaking his neck by falling off his broom!"

"Malfoy loses seventy points for instigating and implicating classmates."

"Granger loses twenty points for flying into the air, even though she was trying to persuade."

"Wood... he didn't manage the young wizards well, but it's not his responsibility..."

"Let Wood off, Snape. He never intended this and tried his best to rectify the situation."

Such high point deductions made even the strictest Professor McGonagall frown, but then she felt a deep sense of helplessness. She had no reason to object, only hoping these little lions would learn their lesson later.

However, it wasn't over yet. Professor McGonagall added, "The three of you will have detention!"

"I think I'll need some people to handle potion ingredients recently. More students will be injured during this time, especially with that rough Quidditch match."

McGonagall pursed her lips, displeased with Snape's comment about Quidditch, but she still didn't refuse.

"The three of you will go to Professor Snape's office for detention for a month!"

Harry dared not speak; he was fortunate not to be expelled. Malfoy also accepted the punishment, but Ron was somewhat dissatisfied. He still believed Brie was also at fault; if not for him, Ron wouldn't have lost points and been put in detention.

"What about Breeze Order?" Ron asked indignantly.

Professor McGonagall frowned. Brie's situation could be seen as that of a victim, yet he had used spells on the young wizards. Even if he was trying to stop them, there was an element of retaliation.

"Let's just... not deduct points. I happen to need a little, little assistant."

McGonagall nodded, while Snape looked at Quirrell with surprise and sneered, "Of course, Mr. Oude doesn't like slugs."

After Quirrell finished speaking, he timidly walked towards the castle.

Professor McGonagall then released the Inversion Charm on all the young wizards, letting them slowly land on the ground.

She said sternly, "Now, all of you return to the castle. I hope you will reflect on your actions and refrain from causing trouble again!"

"Yes, Professor McGonagall."

As the young wizards, carrying their brooms, hurried back to the castle, Snape and McGonagall exchanged a look. McGonagall said, "Mr. Oude's magic is simply... too strong. I thought it was a magical outburst just now. Also, Flitwick took leave today, which seems to be related to Oude."

Snape's face was stern, and his eyes were deep in thought. He said uncertainly, "We all know that magical overflow can cause some changes in the body. Just like Breeze Order's hair faintly emits a purple glow. We haven't seen another young wizard like him. Perhaps he is simply exceptionally gifted."

"I think I need to go ask Dumbledore. Perhaps he can provide an answer. Inverting so many people at once, even young wizards, is astonishing. His magic already surpasses that of most adult wizards, not to mention his astonishing use of spells."

As McGonagall spoke, she and Snape went to find Dumbledore.

In the Headmaster's office, Professor McGonagall, with a grim expression, recounted the day's events to Dumbledore, while Snape remained silent.

"Oh, Minerva, this is a good thing. The wizarding world will have another powerful wizard, as long as we can guide him correctly." Dumbledore sat in his armchair, picked up a candy from his desk, and popped it into his mouth, speaking casually, but his eyes held a hint of worry. It was clear he didn't entirely feel that way.

"However, this child is indeed quite special. He seems to be an orphan?"

McGonagall thought back to the file she had handled for Brie and said, "Yes, he came from a children's home in London. The director had passed away, and coincidentally, the director's niece was Emmeline Vance. The director had entrusted her, so she wrote to me saying she wanted to personally take the child to Diagon Alley..."

"Oh, I remember Emmeline Vance, an elegant young lady." Dumbledore smiled, a flicker of memory in his eyes, then said, "But I remember she said she wanted to adopt Mr. Oude."

"It wasn't successful. Oude wished to live on his own."

"Is that so..." Dumbledore frowned and ate another piece of candy. "We'll discuss this when Flitwick returns. He asked for leave, saying... that Mr. Oude's magic felt familiar to him, so he went back to his hometown, where his father was born. That's a place where goblins live."

Surprise flashed in McGonagall's eyes. Goblin power?

"Mr. Oude is unlikely to be of goblin descent," Snape said at this point. "Otherwise, Flitwick wouldn't have failed to notice. Moreover, he has an Eastern appearance. We don't know much about the East. Perhaps it's a power within his family bloodline."

McGonagall nodded in agreement.

Snape added, "I only hope Hogwarts can bring safety to the students, Dumbledore, you should understand."

"Snape, Oude..." Professor McGonagall frowned at Snape's words. "You should trust him. Oude is very popular at Hogwarts, including among Gryffindors."

Popularity.

"Yes, except for Slytherins, he's very well-liked. I was being overly cautious."

Dumbledore was somewhat relieved to hear this, then took out a piece of his treasured Lemon Sherbet and ate it, saying comfortably, "Severus, you should understand that children need their own space. They should be allowed to grow freely, and we only need to guide them a little. I believe you can do it, after all, Breeze Order is from Slytherin House."

A light flashed in Dumbledore's eyes. In the end, he decided to leave Brie's matters to Snape, as he was occupied with other things recently.

"Hmph," Snape snorted, not refusing, and then strode out of the Headmaster's office.

McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore, without any further thoughts. She only hoped Brie could use his power correctly. However, so far, Brie had been doing quite well, except for losing control when he got angry...

"Brie, are you alright?"

Hermione, with red-rimmed eyes, looked worriedly at Brie, who had just drunk the potion and was lying flat on the bed, unresponsive.

"I think you should leave. The patient needs rest. He'll need some time to recover after drinking this potion. I chose the bitterest one, honestly. I don't know why the school allows such dangerous classes. We just had a crying, frightened student, and now we have an even worse one!"

Hermione was quickly ushered out by Madam Pomfrey. Brie was too unwell to speak, and Wood, seeing this, also left the room.

It wasn't until late evening that Brie fully recovered. At this time, Hermione returned, bringing food with her.

"Are you feeling better, Brie?"

"Much better, Hermione."

Brie slowly sat up and took the fork Hermione handed him. He had been hungry for a while, but the bitter taste in his mouth had suppressed it. Now, smelling the aroma, he couldn't resist.

"It seems I've come at the wrong time, Brie."

With a gentle teasing tone, Cedric entered with food. Brie replied without even looking up, "No, you've come at the perfect time."

"Hermione doesn't know my appetite. With yours, it'll be just enough for me to be about eighty percent full."

"Alright, little Badger." Cedric placed the food by Brie's bed, then said worriedly, "I heard you were injured in flying class, so I came to check on you. Are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine now. I'll be leaving after I finish eating. If you have things to do, you can go ahead." Brie didn't want to return to Slytherin, but he also didn't want these two to know, so he tried to get them to leave.

"Okay, I need to go back and write my Potions essay, so I won't disturb your meal." Cedric smiled and then took his leave.

Hermione looked at Brie, who was devouring his food, with a troubled expression and shook her head helplessly. She could see that Brie had indeed recovered, but...

"I'm sorry, Brie, I couldn't stop them, and I even caused you to get hurt... And, you have detention later."

Hermione's face turned red because she didn't have detention, and the three who had made mistakes hadn't come to apologize to Brie, which made her angry again.

"Detention?"

Brie frowned. What had he done to deserve detention?