Chapter 675
Anyone with eyes could see that Solim was not "careless", he did it on purpose, and if he was really careless, he would have lifted his foot by this time. But he still had his foot on McLagan's body, and if it wasn't meant to be, it meant that Solim had fallen under magic.
Naturally, Solim didn't have any magic, and the magic was the one he stepped on under his feet.
McLagan looked very manic at this time - naturally, being trampled under his feet in public and humiliated was unacceptable to anyone, let alone a Gryffindor. But Solim gradually realized that something was wrong - McLargan's state was clearly not right.
Mania...... Or to be more precise, anger, this emotion Solim is understandable, but McLagan's mood at this time is far from being explainable by anger.
He seemed to have lost some of his ability to speak, and his emotions were constantly irritable, and his limbs were dancing uncoordinatedly...... It stands to reason that the focus he should be on his chest and feet at this time, not air.
Just a few dozen seconds ago, McLagan could have uttered words as clearly as "let go of me, you idiot!", but now he could only make some incomprehensible "whining" sounds as he swung his limbs wildly. This is clearly not a normal way forward.
Solim was also keenly aware that McLagan's attention was not on himself at all, but on someone behind him. In order to confirm his thoughts, Solim ignored the pointing around him and moved his feet away.
McLagan, who had lost his restraints, couldn't wait to stand up, and without saying a word, he pounced on Hermione with a mouth full of unexplained "whines".
Hermione was startled, and while she was still hesitating whether to take out her wand, McLagan was put down again. However, instead of stepping on him this time, Solim conjured a bundle of ropes to tie him up strongly.
"Obviously, this big guy has been yin. "
Solim said, observing from the sidelines. Soon he set his sights on Bressabini, who was about to disappear into the crowd.
"Blaise, aren't you going to explain?"
"Explain what?" Sabini paused, knowing he couldn't walk once he was noticed.
"How did this gorilla come to be like this—" Solim gestured to McLagan, who was still struggling on the ground.
"How do I know?" Shabini shrugged, "You don't think I did it, do you?"
Slughorn had already crouched down next to McLagan at this time, and it was obviously a difficult move for him to squat, but thanks to his status as a Potions Master, Slughorn quickly figured out what was happening to McLagan.
"Aphrodisiac—you can't go wrong. "Of course, there's something else in there, but I'm not sure exactly what it is, but it's certain—it's not West." "
Slughorn looked solemnly at McLagan, who was still restless, and said, "Aphrodisiacs don't cause slurred speech. "
McLagan's situation Solim wasn't worried at all, there were two Potions Masters here, and McLagan's life wasn't his turn to worry about, not to mention that he didn't bother to care about this gorilla.
What he cares about is why someone would do this, is it just the spontaneous actions of the students, or is there some deeper motive hidden in such a farcical action?
Sabini was undoubtedly a serious suspect, when did Slytherin and a Gryffindor get so close?he had seen Solim and Snape standing in the corner, Shabini and McLagan had been chatting for a while, and during this time, Shabini and McLagan would often stare in Silna's direction, and although this behavior made Solim feel unhappy, he endured it until they could do anything further. After all, he can't go over and beat someone up just because they look at his sister, right?
"When did you Slytherin get so close to Gryffindor? I never knew you had friends in Gryffindor, Brace, can you explain?"
Solim's words reminded many of the students who were watching the excitement, and they had just seen the two students of the academy who were supposed to be incompatible whispering with wine glasses on the side.
This is indeed somewhat unusual.
Normally, the students of these two houses basically have no contact, except when they play Quidditch, or when they find fault with each other, and in formal occasions such as evening meetings, the people of these two houses have always treated each other as air, and it is obviously a problem for these two people to get so close tonight.
"I don't think there's anything to explain. I just talked to him - what? What's in your way, too?" Shabini didn't flinch at all, but chose to respond positively.
To be honest, Solim never understood where Bressabini came from. He hadn't socialized much in Slytherin House, and there were only a few people he could talk to, and he didn't have much to do with the Flint gang, which was more like Solim.
Solim has the confidence not to dump those black second generations, but why does this guy Breisssabini dare not take those people seriously? In fact, everyone who has been in contact with Sabini can feel the annoying arrogance in this guy.
"You can speak again when you think clearly. Solim's eyes narrowed, Shabini's last words were completely unnecessary, but he chose to say them.
"Alright, we're going to get this guy to the school hospital right away. Slughorn was playing round, and he didn't want anyone to fight at his own party.
Just as he had assigned two unlucky ghosts to escort McLagan, Snape saw an opportunity and chose to take the initiative to escort the Gryffindor student away, he didn't care what had just happened, in his opinion, it was the perfect opportunity for him to get out of here.
"If his condition worsens on the road, you can't expect these students to handle it properly. Snape's words made Slughorn unable to refute.
"Well, friends, guests, it was just a small accident...... Now, let's move on—"
Slughorn apparently wanted to cover it up, but what happened next was much more than he expected.
Shabini chose to draw his wand and face Solim, and without warning, chose to attack first. _
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