Out of courtesy, no one at the Staff Table interrupted Percy's account.
So everyone was forced to listen to how he had captured Peter Pettigrew.
This was at least the twelfth revised version of Percy's story, each retelling packed with thrilling details of the two of them outwitting and battling each other.
After two minutes, even Professor Sprout, who had the best temper of them all, had begun to twitch at the brow.
When Peter Pettigrew had been tried at the Ministry of Magic, they had all gone to the Ministry whenever they had time to observe the entire proceedings.
Back then, under Amelia Bones's stern gaze, Percy had not yet had the nerve to lie. At most, he had slightly embellished his motives and actions.
So the professors knew perfectly well just how much exaggeration Percy had poured into his story.
At that moment, the Herbology professor felt profound admiration for her Headmaster—
Faced with such blatant bragging, Dumbledore not only did not expose him, but kept smiling and nodding, even offering the occasional compliment. His patience was simply extraordinary.
At the Gryffindor table, Harry saw Ron staring fixedly at the plate before him, his face red as though he wanted nothing more than to leap onto the table and shove it into Percy's endlessly chattering mouth.
He understood Ron's feelings very well, because at that moment, even Harry wanted to escape from there.
At the Ravenclaw table, Michael lowered his voice and said to Wade with a smile:
"Percy Weasley—I heard that back when he worked at the Ministry of Magic, he was practically ready to bow and thank the Minister's Paper Airplanes."
"But look at him now. He seems like he's about to become Minister of Magic himself."
Wade nodded slightly and looked up at Percy, dressed