Warming Up Before the Match

"Because Hogwarts' House Cup only needs one commentator, and Max has always held that position. Unless Max commits a serious offense or resigns of his own accord, no one can dismiss him at will—not even the headmaster!"

Professor McGonagall argued her case with reason, fully displaying her fearless defiance of the headmaster's authority as she tried to make Shanna feel ashamed...

"Oh, you mean that guy? He can't come."

The moment Shanna realized that was the issue, she immediately stopped being angry.

Everyone who knew her understood that she had been a meticulous, flawless girl ever since childhood. There could only be one commentator—such common knowledge was naturally something she would not overlook.

So that guy called Mai Something-or-other had long since been dealt with by her.

"What!? You... what did you do to Max? Is he still alive?"

It had to be said that after years of spending day and night together, the old professor had gained a fairly deep understanding of Shanna.

"Oh my! Don't worry, that Mai Sui Si is still alive. Alive and well... well, maybe not that well?"

No matter what, Shanna would not kill one of her classmates at school. She was no longer the young and ignorant girl she had once been.

She had graduated from Sherlock Holmes long ago. What she was currently studying was The Elementary School Killer's Frame-Up Record, as well as the Ministry of Magic's Detailed Explanation of Modern Magical World Laws.

"Oh heavens! Poor Max! What exactly did you do to him?"

Professor McGonagall could already imagine Max's miserable circumstances. If the match had not been about to begin, she would have rushed off without delay to save him.

"I made him... ahem, ahem, I didn't do anything to him! He was careless and accidentally ate something dirty,