Chapter 31 The Merciful Professor Flitwick
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Qing Mo Da Xian
0.16138027839, this string of numbers that is about to be blurted out, Flitwick, who looked at the past, has not yet been able to calculate it.
When Vincent just said "zero", he felt the middle finger of his right hand, as if he had touched something hard.
The middle finger rubbing against its smooth edge left Draco's mouth, which had pressed his lower lip, open.
"fa—"
After the "snap", the big dung egg jumped over the heads of the little snakes, and threw it at an angle towards the gap in the classroom door that was not closed tightly.
"clatter--"
The shell of a large dung egg, cracked on the hard floor of the hallway.
A breath-taking "fragrance" instantly spread into the Charms classroom through the gap.
The words that Master Malfoy blurted out were swallowed into his stomach like a stress reaction.
Accompanied by being swallowed together, there is this familiar taste.
"Fake!"
Vincent, who scolded him for him, was holding his nose and secretly rejoicing.
This thing is definitely prepared!
Just look at the little golden retriever with an uncomfortable expression like eating shit, and you will know who is throwing big shit in class.
Flitwick was not at all slow to react.
He shook his wand just as the scent passed the little snakes and was about to reach the lion cubs.
Not a strong hurricane, blowing all the smells away.
The door that was not closed tightly was also locked.
"who is it!"
Filch, who was stuck on the fourth floor, was very angry.
In broad daylight,
Someone dared to throw a big dung egg into the corridor,
Is this tired?
As if he was 20 years younger, he sprinted towards the Charms classroom.
Before everyone could recover, Vincent got up and opened his pocket.
"I am innocent."
Flitwick saw that all the lion cubs followed suit, so he dispelled his doubts about them.
"Professor, they are yelling, "Stop the thief!"
Draco stood up, glaring at Vincent with a distorted face.
"We cannot give up our doubts about him."
Flitwick, who bowed his head and thought for a moment, thought it made sense.
No matter how good-tempered he is, what happened today is terrible.
Look at those shivering little wizards, they just started their second day of class.
But who is the real murderer?
No one is stupid enough to bring a second one, right?
"Professor, I think a spell might help us—"
Vincent, who became the focus of attention again, said the answer in a leisurely manner: "I found out during the vacation that the repair spell can not only repair the item, but also return it to its original position."
Draco's fair little face turned paler.
Filch, who was cursing outside the classroom, was enough to drink a pot. How could that short professor of Charms let him go easily?
Flitwick patted his head. "Oh, I almost forgot another use of this spell."
While pointing his wand at the classroom door, he murmured an incantation.
"Restored as ever—"
The excrement-yellow unidentified viscous liquid that was splashed all over the ground gathered together and mixed with countless fragments.
Filch, with an extremely cruel smile, looked up.
This huge dung egg with an extremely smooth surface flew into the classroom and flew over the heads of the little snakes to Vincent's side.
After pausing over his head, it actually flew towards the little snakes again.
Draco's little toe under the table immediately kicked Crabbe's calf next to him.
"Ow—"
He stared blankly at the big dung egg flying this way.
"It's me, Professor!"
Crabbe's sudden "surrender" made Flitwick shake the wand in his hand.
The physical evidence landed right on Draco's forehead.
If it was later, it would have returned to the pocket where it was hidden in the first place.
"Professor, I think—"
"Professor, I can prove that he threw it!"
Draco was one step ahead of Vincent.
He pointed at Crabbe with disgust on his face, "Although I was calculating seriously just now, I also know what tricks he is doing."
"Yes, I did it!"
Crabbe nodded excitedly, "I just did it because Wayne was upset!"
Everyone surrendered, and Flitwick stopped releasing the Restoring Charm completely.
Vincent, who was full of regret, knew that even if he released it again, the result would only stay on the forehead of the real murderer.
The magic casting process cannot be repaired.
This big dung egg that has been repaired once has been reset.
"Because Mr. Wayne's proposal is very timely," Flitwick looked at him with a smile, "I decided to add two points to Gryffindor House."
"Thank you, Professor." Vincent didn't struggle any further.
Regardless of whether the real culprit is the little golden retriever, anyway, the Snake Academy will definitely deduct points for this.
Sure enough, Flitwick then glared at Crabbe.
"Mr. Crabbe violated classroom discipline, and I decide that 10 points will be deducted from Slytherin House."
The blame man with the same name as Vincent didn't show any emotion on his face.
But as the saying goes, capital crimes can be avoided, how can living crimes be escaped?
"Mr. Filch, do you have anything to add?"
With extremely dangerous eyes and a cruel smile on his mouth, Filch stood outside the classroom door and let out a cacophony of laughter.
As a Squib who can't use magic, he gets extra excited every time he encounters such a situation.
"Clean the castle corridors for a month!
Plus all the boys bathrooms!
and also……"
Poor Mr. Crabbe, the month is over.
Every time a punishment was reported, his big face would turn white.
That round and fat face was almost comparable to Draco who raised his chin arrogantly.
"Professor Flitwick, that's all I can think of for now."
A crumbling Crabbe looked at the podium with wide, pitiful eyes.
"Ah—me," Flitwick still relented.
"Why don't you let Mr. Crabbe do it in batches over the next year?"
Filch's face suddenly became more excited, "Of course, he will definitely understand exactly where he went wrong."
It could have been fun for a month, but now it can be a whole year.
This is not a mitigation of punishment, it is clearly aggravating in disguise.
Professor Flitwick is so kind!
"Let's go back to class."
He smiled at Vincent again.
When the other party gave the answer, he added three points to Gryffindor without counting well.
This wave of "a blessing in disguise" instantly made the lion cubs cheer loudly.
The little snakes on the other side have their own ugly faces.
"Let's end get out of class." Seeing that the time was almost up, Flitwick ended the class early.
"Gryffindor hero!"
"Merlin, thank you for giving Wayne to us!"
The little lions, who were laughing and playing, all surrounded Vincent and walked out of the classroom.
Today is another day with the most points in Gryffindor.
Hermione, who was the last to walk out of the classroom, took a deep look at the hideous Draco before leaving.
She also knew who the real culprit was,
Also know why.
Somewhere in the castle last night there must have been a "brutal" wizard duel.
Its severity is probably enough to make people want revenge at all costs.
……
……
When Vincent just said "zero", he felt the middle finger of his right hand, as if he had touched something hard.
The middle finger rubbing against its smooth edge left Draco's mouth, which had pressed his lower lip, open.
"fa—"
After the "snap", the big dung egg jumped over the heads of the little snakes, and threw it at an angle towards the gap in the classroom door that was not closed tightly.
"clatter--"
The shell of a large dung egg, cracked on the hard floor of the hallway.
A breath-taking "fragrance" instantly spread into the Charms classroom through the gap.
The words that Master Malfoy blurted out were swallowed into his stomach like a stress reaction.
Accompanied by being swallowed together, there is this familiar taste.
"Fake!"
Vincent, who scolded him for him, was holding his nose and secretly rejoicing.
This thing is definitely prepared!
Just look at the little golden retriever with an uncomfortable expression like eating shit, and you will know who is throwing big shit in class.
Flitwick was not at all slow to react.
He shook his wand just as the scent passed the little snakes and was about to reach the lion cubs.
Not a strong hurricane, blowing all the smells away.
The door that was not closed tightly was also locked.
"who is it!"
Filch, who was stuck on the fourth floor, was very angry.
In broad daylight,
Someone dared to throw a big dung egg into the corridor,
Is this tired?
As if he was 20 years younger, he sprinted towards the Charms classroom.
Before everyone could recover, Vincent got up and opened his pocket.
"I am innocent."
Flitwick saw that all the lion cubs followed suit, so he dispelled his doubts about them.
"Professor, they are yelling, "Stop the thief!"
Draco stood up, glaring at Vincent with a distorted face.
"We cannot give up our doubts about him."
Flitwick, who bowed his head and thought for a moment, thought it made sense.
No matter how good-tempered he is, what happened today is terrible.
Look at those shivering little wizards, they just started their second day of class.
But who is the real murderer?
No one is stupid enough to bring a second one, right?
"Professor, I think a spell might help us—"
Vincent, who became the focus of attention again, said the answer in a leisurely manner: "I found out during the vacation that the repair spell can not only repair the item, but also return it to its original position."
Draco's fair little face turned paler.
Filch, who was cursing outside the classroom, was enough to drink a pot. How could that short professor of Charms let him go easily?
Flitwick patted his head. "Oh, I almost forgot another use of this spell."
While pointing his wand at the classroom door, he murmured an incantation.
"Restored as ever—"
The excrement-yellow unidentified viscous liquid that was splashed all over the ground gathered together and mixed with countless fragments.
Filch, with an extremely cruel smile, looked up.
This huge dung egg with an extremely smooth surface flew into the classroom and flew over the heads of the little snakes to Vincent's side.
After pausing over his head, it actually flew towards the little snakes again.
Draco's little toe under the table immediately kicked Crabbe's calf next to him.
"Ow—"
He stared blankly at the big dung egg flying this way.
"It's me, Professor!"
Crabbe's sudden "surrender" made Flitwick shake the wand in his hand.
The physical evidence landed right on Draco's forehead.
If it was later, it would have returned to the pocket where it was hidden in the first place.
"Professor, I think—"
"Professor, I can prove that he threw it!"
Draco was one step ahead of Vincent.
He pointed at Crabbe with disgust on his face, "Although I was calculating seriously just now, I also know what tricks he is doing."
"Yes, I did it!"
Crabbe nodded excitedly, "I just did it because Wayne was upset!"
Everyone surrendered, and Flitwick stopped releasing the Restoring Charm completely.
Vincent, who was full of regret, knew that even if he released it again, the result would only stay on the forehead of the real murderer.
The magic casting process cannot be repaired.
This big dung egg that has been repaired once has been reset.
"Because Mr. Wayne's proposal is very timely," Flitwick looked at him with a smile, "I decided to add two points to Gryffindor House."
"Thank you, Professor." Vincent didn't struggle any further.
Regardless of whether the real culprit is the little golden retriever, anyway, the Snake Academy will definitely deduct points for this.
Sure enough, Flitwick then glared at Crabbe.
"Mr. Crabbe violated classroom discipline, and I decide that 10 points will be deducted from Slytherin House."
The blame man with the same name as Vincent didn't show any emotion on his face.
But as the saying goes, capital crimes can be avoided, how can living crimes be escaped?
"Mr. Filch, do you have anything to add?"
With extremely dangerous eyes and a cruel smile on his mouth, Filch stood outside the classroom door and let out a cacophony of laughter.
As a Squib who can't use magic, he gets extra excited every time he encounters such a situation.
"Clean the castle corridors for a month!
Plus all the boys bathrooms!
and also……"
Poor Mr. Crabbe, the month is over.
Every time a punishment was reported, his big face would turn white.
That round and fat face was almost comparable to Draco who raised his chin arrogantly.
"Professor Flitwick, that's all I can think of for now."
A crumbling Crabbe looked at the podium with wide, pitiful eyes.
"Ah—me," Flitwick still relented.
"Why don't you let Mr. Crabbe do it in batches over the next year?"
Filch's face suddenly became more excited, "Of course, he will definitely understand exactly where he went wrong."
It could have been fun for a month, but now it can be a whole year.
This is not a mitigation of punishment, it is clearly aggravating in disguise.
Professor Flitwick is so kind!
"Let's go back to class."
He smiled at Vincent again.
When the other party gave the answer, he added three points to Gryffindor without counting well.
This wave of "a blessing in disguise" instantly made the lion cubs cheer loudly.
The little snakes on the other side have their own ugly faces.
"Let's end get out of class." Seeing that the time was almost up, Flitwick ended the class early.
"Gryffindor hero!"
"Merlin, thank you for giving Wayne to us!"
The little lions, who were laughing and playing, all surrounded Vincent and walked out of the classroom.
Today is another day with the most points in Gryffindor.
Hermione, who was the last to walk out of the classroom, took a deep look at the hideous Draco before leaving.
She also knew who the real culprit was,
Also know why.
Somewhere in the castle last night there must have been a "brutal" wizard duel.
Its severity is probably enough to make people want revenge at all costs.
……
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