Malfoy... Why Are You Laughing?

The tents were on fire... slower than William had anticipated.

While waiting, having nothing else to do, he chatted with Professor Trelawney.

By the way... try to get some information out of her, see if she can still enter Grand Druid mode.

Just last semester, Professor Trelawney made the Prophecy that Peter would defect and that "three traitors would appear and die afterward."

William now understood; this master was probably unreliable, like a connection problem... You had to try your luck!

If you're lucky, you might get a useful Prophecy; if you're unlucky... well, you can raise her as a daughter, it'll just cost you some alcohol anyway.

This is probably Dumbledore's current state of mind. He's been raising him for thirteen years now.

Today was just bad luck; I didn't hear the Prophecy, but I watched helplessly as she packed case after case of sherry into her ring.

It's just that the ring has limited space, otherwise Trelawney could have emptied the tent.

Professor Trelawney, who was very concerned about her image, felt somewhat embarrassed to do something like this in front of her students.

But she couldn't stop what she was doing, and she forced herself to explain to William:

"I didn't take it for myself. Look how dry it is around here; you could easily accidentally set it on fire."

"What if the tent catches fire? Won't this liquor just help it burn?"

Professor Trelawney spoke with conviction, her hands moving even faster.

For a moment, William was speechless.

I don't know whether to say the professor has truly entered Prophecy mode, or is just a typical... jinx.

Seeing William's expression, Hermione covered her mouth and laughed.

She suddenly realized that Professor Trelawney wasn't so bad in private after all.

Trelawney shook the bottle, gesturing for Hermione to have one too.

Hermione glanced at William, then gently shook her head.

She knew she couldn't hold her liquor, and with so many people around... she decided to pass.

Now, she only dares to drink when she's alone with William.

Anyway, even if he gets drunk and acts crazy in the room, no one outside will see him.

At most, it only caused William some minor physical harm.

After chatting for a full twenty minutes, William sniffed and suddenly said, "You all wait for me here."

He could already smell a strong odor of smoke.

Hermione, who had already received advance notice, was not too alarmed.

Besides, this kind of minor situation is nothing for her to worry about.

William, who had been keeping a close eye on Professor Slughorn, seized the opportunity and rushed into the crowd.

The sudden fire didn't scare anyone too much. They were all wizards; if things got too dangerous, they could just Apparition.

It wasn't their tent anyway.

Professor Slughorn had not yet smelled the smoke in the crowd.

He drank too much; his tongue was all tied up, and he had lost his sense of smell.

Worple is still discussing the biography with him.

"Horace, Stark, and Granger... you must help me talk to them, and in return... this amount."

Worple flipped his palm over.

"If you put it that way... hiccup... then I understand..."

Slughorn, drunk, touched Worple's hand and slurred:

Albus invited me to go back... to teach.

When I get back, even Severus will have to give up his position as dean and give it back to me, or he'll be mortified!

"Winning over William and Hermione is a piece of cake for me!"

"Yes, we can't let that woman Rita Skeeter beat us to it," Worple flattered.

He suddenly saw the Sanguini- sick man walking listlessly towards him, and quickly called out loudly:

"Get over here right now, Sanguini! If you run around again, you'll be sorry when you get back to the tent tonight. You'll be too weak to walk tomorrow..."

The vampire, Sanguini, didn't speak, but slowly approached.

"Alright, let's continue..." Slughorn laughed heartily, continuing his boast, "When I come back to school, even Minerva will have to..."

Caught off guard, Sanguini suddenly lunged in front of Slughorn and launched a deadly attack.

He extended his hand in a chop, his sharp nails flashing as he brought his claw down in a grotesque motion. Just as he was about to touch Slughorn's neck, the professor was caught off guard and stumbled backward.

Slughorn was jolted awake from his drunken stupor. He reached up and touched his neck, finding a scarlet bloodstain.

Sanguini seemed to have gone mad, his eyes bloodshot, and he moved even faster.

He Apparition in front of Slughorn, and with his ten fingers, drew ten deep, bone-revealing grooves on Slughorn's arm.

Sanguini opened his mouth, revealing sharp teeth, and bit at Slughorn, the old man's face filled with terror.

Just as everyone was still searching for the location of the fire, they heard screams and the hissing sound of a curse.

Looking back, the vampire Sanguini was lying on the ground, his mouth cut open and all his teeth broken, as if a chopstick had been forcibly cut off.

Slughorn sat on the ground, his face filled with terror. A large pool of blood splattered on his face, making him look particularly gruesome.

William simply flicked his wrist, Silencio putting away his wand, and walked towards Slughorn, saying in a gentle voice:

"Professor, are you alright?"

In a certain corridor,

The twins threw several Dungbomb before they finally shook off Malfoy.

They had been following him all along, intending to hurl some curses at Malfoy, but unexpectedly, he discovered them.

"Don't go, Arthur's silly son, let me pamper you two... so that our close relationship won't be in vain."

Malfoy's cold voice suddenly rang out. His head was covered in yellow stains, he reeked of a foul odor, and his right eye was swollen.

"Stupefy!"

"Impedimenta!"

Fred and George shouted.

Malfoy waved his wand, easily deflecting the two beams of light.

"Ha, do you two think you're Shidake?" he scoffed.

"What should I do with you two little things... as a gift for your father...?"

"Fire!" George shouted.

Malfoy burst into laughter, like Chancellor Cao after the Battle of Red Cliffs. He shouted, "You think you can fool me with such a lie? How naive..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a wave of heat coming from behind him.

He turned his head and saw a flame spreading rapidly from the other end of the corridor toward him.

Fred threw a grass bullet, which hit Malfoy squarely on the head.

Immediately, a large amount of grass sprouted on his head, appearing lush and green from afar, resembling the Hulunbuir Grassland.

The two turned and ran, trying to find the tent exit.

"I'm your mother! Your father is dead!"

Malfoy rubbed the grassy head, cursing incoherently, and then hurriedly chased after it.

The three ran and fought, with beams of light constantly shooting out and various prank items being thrown at them.

When they ran out of the tent through a crack, they were all panting heavily.

The twins were covered in black soot, and their robes were tattered.

Malfoy was in a worse state; the green grass had grown up to his back, making it look like his long hair was hanging down to his waist.

By this time, the flames had spread to the top of the tent, and the slug's head was gone.

"Let's see where you two run!" Malfoy said fiercely.

Fred yelled, "Stone! I'll smash it over your head!"

Malfoy laughed three more times, "You think you can fool me with such a lie? How naive..."

Wait... where have I heard that phrase before?

Before Malfoy could remember, everything suddenly went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

It turned out that a rock was floating in mid-air and smashed hard on the back of his head.

The twins exchanged a glance, then simultaneously raised their wands, eyeing the strange stone warily.

The stone, as if losing its support, suddenly fell to the ground.

Malfoy's wand floated up and was pointed at the twins.

The twins were both on edge, their eyes glued to the magic wand.

In the distance, the clamor of wizards could be heard; the fire on this side had finally drawn everyone's attention.

The wand immediately changed direction, aiming at the flames in the tent.

The flames suddenly surged four or five meters, and, guided by the magic wand, scattered across the black tent on one side like the tail of a comet.

The wand vanished into thin air. Fred and George waited a while, and when the man seemed to be completely gone, they exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief.

The two then cautiously approached Malfoy to check if he was still alive.

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