William Turns the Tables

Through Hagrid's incessant chatter, William and his companions learned about Professor Kettleburn's story.

When Professor Kettleburn was teaching, Professor Dippet was the principal.

However, the old principal thought he was a bit rash and hasty, so he went through a probationary period of 62 years before becoming a professor.

Like Hagrid, Kettleburn has a fondness for dangerous Magical Creatures and is dedicated to introducing these little cuties to even cuter students.

The most dangerous time was when he attempted to cast a spell on a Ashwinder to make it play a worm in the school play "The Fountain of Fair Fortune," which resulted in the Great Hall catching fire.

"But he's such a good person, I really like him, and I've learned so much about Fantastic Beasts from him."

Hagrid was so talkative that even Professor Kettleburn had been trying for sixty-two years, and he worried about whether he could become a teacher who could protect Fantastic Beasts.

Hagrid was more worried about his criminal record, which might disqualify him from being a professor.

William and the other two exchanged glances; they really couldn't help with this.

If Dumbledore wanted Hagrid to become a professor, he would probably help him get rid of his criminal record.

"Don't tell anyone yet. I'm afraid I won't end up becoming a teacher who protects Fantastic Beasts," Hagrid cautioned.

All three nodded.

Just then, the sound of Fang came from outside the door.

Hagrid quickly tossed the book into the basket hanging high above.

Who is it?

"It's us, Hagrid," Harry's voice came through. "Why is the door closed in broad daylight?"

"Oh, it's Harry..."

Hagrid quickly opened the door, and Harry and Ron walked in together, followed by Hermione and Anne.

"Anne's here too?" Hagrid chuckled and handed her a Rock Cakes.

Hagrid and Roy were good friends, and he liked all the Stark children.

"Eat up, Anne, it's delicious," Hermione urged eagerly from the side.

Wait a minute... Hermione was just as enthusiastic about promoting her food during summer vacation!

Anne blinked, took the Rock Cakes, stared at the dark food, and glanced at everyone... No one was eating, so she immediately became alert.

Hermione was somewhat disappointed.

"Why did you finish training so quickly?" Qiu asked, trying to gather information.

Harry hesitated for a moment, scratched his head, and looked a little off.

"What can't be said? Slytherin students are here!" Ron said angrily.

"Didn't you already apply for the venue with Madam Hooch?" Cedric asked. "How can they still come?"

"They have Snape's special permission to train new Seeker!"

"Slytherin hasn't even had its selections yet, and they already have a new Seeker?" Cho frowned.

There's a lack of information... They didn't even know.

"Yeah, Lucius Malfoy donated seven Nimbus 2001 to Slytherin, so Malfoy got in!" Ron said indignantly.

"So what if you're rich?!"

Cho and Cedric didn't care about Ron's resentment; after all, money really does have power.

The two exchanged a knowing glance and began to weigh how much increased Slytherin's fighting power would come from upgrading their brooms.

These little interactions felt to Harry like drinking lemonade that had been sitting for 82 years.

It's so sour!

The soreness made his corpus cavernosum hurt!

William looked at the group and suddenly asked, "You had a conflict with Slytherin?"

"Um."

What happened?

"I slapped Malfoy," Anne said, looking up as she held the Rock Cakes.

Both Autumn and Cedric stared at Anne in shock.

"And the reason?" William asked calmly.

Malfoy insulted Hermione, calling her a "Mudblood."

Bang!

Hagrid crushed the cup in his hand, looking indignant. "Is it true, that bad boy?"

"Yes," Hermione said, "But I don't know what that means. Of course, I can tell it's very rude..."

"That's an insult," Anne said softly. "Mudblood is a derogatory term for Muggle-born wizard."

"That's right, if you ask me, that slap was really satisfying," Ron agreed.

"Anne, how did you know?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"Dumbledore gave me a copy of the Tales of Beedle the Bard as bedtime stories, and this sentence was recorded in the comments at the end of each story," Anne explained.

In fact, insulting terms in the Wizarding World are not limited to Mudblood; they also include a series of compound words such as "shit-eater" and "scum-eater," which are roughly equivalent to the national curse words in the Celestial Empire.

Although in the Celestial Empire's online community, everyone is familiar with the term "Zaun" (a derogatory term for someone who insults others), and people are used to such insulting language.

But if someone actually cursed at someone like that in public... being beaten up would probably be the least of your worries.

Anne quickly recounted what happened next, including Hermione using her wand to knock down the Slytherin students.

"Well, I don't blame you for hitting him." Hagrid looked at Anne and Hermione with concern.

"However, Lucius Malfoy might come to the school in a huff; after all, he's School Governor."

William took a sip of the Hagrid needle tea Hagrid had brewed and calmly said, "It's alright, Malfoy wouldn't dare come, as long as Dumbledore is still at Hogwarts."

Malfoy is currently preoccupied with his own problems, and the Auror have searched his house several times. He doesn't have time to bother Dumbledore at school with something like this.

Expelling students?

That's the principal's prerogative; the School Governor are just suckers who foot the bill.

The only thing worth worrying about is the school rules; after all, attacking classmates with magic is a very bad thing.

The school rules don't prohibit swearing, but they do prohibit using magic to attack classmates.

Fighting is not allowed under any circumstances.

This matter could be a big deal or a small deal!

"Let's go." William stood up.

"Where are we going?" Anne asked, puzzled.

"You don't think this is the end of it, do you?" William shook his head.

"You guys, na? ve!"

"If we hit a Slytherin student, they'll probably go to Professor Snape to complain. Let's go find Professor McGonagall."

Malfoy would definitely badmouth him, otherwise he wouldn't keep mentioning "my dad" all the time.

William didn't invite everyone. Professor Snape usually gets particularly excited when Harry is around... bringing him along would actually make things more difficult.

William led Hermione and Anne toward Professor McGonagall's office.

His guess was right; Malfoy really did go to see Professor Snape.

Meanwhile, Snape was in Professor McGonagall's office, confronting her.

Malfoy stood to the side, his head deliberately wrapped in a white bandage, looking particularly badly injured.

"Stark, Miss Granger, you've come at the right time. Professor Snape said you beat up Slytherin student on the pitch?" Professor McGonagall stared at the three of them sternly.

"Yes, I slapped Malfoy." Anne quickly admitted, not trying to shirk responsibility. "But it had nothing to do with Hermione."

"That's right! This mud... She ambushed me with Disarming Charm, causing me to crash into Quidditch cue," Malfoy said bitterly.

She also attacked the other six members of the Slytherin Quidditch Team, and two of my best friends!

Malfoy didn't mention the insults he received; he omitted the details, pretended to be a victim, and focused solely on the beating.

"Oh dear, I'm so disappointed." Snape's thin lips twisted into a horrible smile.

"Attacked students with magic at school, and so many at that? Tsk tsk, Professor McGonagall, I think this kind of student with violent tendencies should be expelled!"

Snape despised school violence the most.

"Indeed, Professor Snape, well said," William said. "I think it's perfectly reasonable to expel all seven students from the Slytherin Quidditch Team."

"What did you say?" Snape stared at William.

"Malfoy just said Hermione hit a Slytherin member, and two of their good friends... I really don't understand."

William showed just the right amount of confusion.

"How did Hermione, a second-year wizard, manage to beat up ten Slytherin students all by herself, especially since several of them were older students?"

William stared at Snape. "Jokes aside, surely no fool would believe such an obvious lie?"

"Or, to put it another way... ten Slytherin students beat up Hermione, a second-year witch, and now they're turning around and accusing me?"

William changed his tactics and put the hat on top of her.

"We didn't hit her!" Malfoy roared.

They didn't even have time to react before they were all knocked down.

But who would believe it if they didn't see it with their own eyes?

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall gave Malfoy a suspicious look.

Snape opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

He did indeed overlook that issue.

Snape knew Dumbledore wouldn't fire Granger; he was really just there to annoy the Stark.

Because his sister and Hermione were involved.

The worst outcome would be a punishment, such as losing Gryffindor House Points.

But can I say I believe it?

If word got out, wouldn't Slytherin be ridiculed by students from the other houses?

You can't even beat ten people at once, you should go home and raise pigs!

Snape was a decent man; he really cared about his reputation, otherwise he wouldn't have relentlessly tried to win the House Cup every year!

Snape quickly recalled another piece of news: at the last Quidditch World Cup, twenty Russia fans beat up two hundred United Kingdom fans.

Why wasn't this incident reported?

How embarrassing!