"Ribbit—"
The man turned his head. At first, he did not see Flitwick, but once he spotted where Flitwick was, he had barely opened his mouth before a lifelike frog croak burst from his throat.
The man's expression changed. Covering his mouth, he croaked several times at Flitwick, then grabbed his wand—which was already split in several places, with even its core exposed—and ran off.
"Professor, he looked rather unwilling to accept that. Will he come looking for trouble afterward?"
Lily stepped forward and took Flitwick's hand.
"I'm scared~"
"Hahaha—"
Because Lily's pitiful tone was far too deliberate, and because her face was still wearing a delighted smile, Flitwick did not find her behavior unpleasant at all. Still, he did not truly dismiss the matter.
"Don't worry. He's only acting tough now to save face. He probably won't dare come here again afterward."
They feared that he might come back for revenge, while he was probably even more afraid that they would find a secluded moment to kill him and eliminate future trouble.
This sort of thing depended entirely on strength. Whoever was weaker feared being targeted more, and it was clear enough who was stronger just now.
That man was obviously accustomed to petty thievery and similar tricks. How could he possibly risk his life over something like this? If he had that kind of backbone, he would not have ended up like this in the first place.
Of course, there was also a good chance that he would already be dead.
"Mm, right..."
As he spoke, Flitwick looked Lily over from head to toe, his expression turning somewhat serious.
"What is it?"
Lily became serious as well, wiping the emotion from her face.
"You're an Ireland Team fan? Then you may be terribly disappointed this year."
Flitwick looked