Chapter 374 A Murder Case Caused by Misunderstanding
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Qing Mo Da Xian
When Vincent found them, he saw Hermione, with her back turned to him, kicking a senior male student in the crotch.
Several nearby lawns were noticeably shorter, and the two school robes placed in the distance were tattered, and the clothes on their bodies were still crumpled...
Animals!
His face was terribly gloomy.
If I hadn't invited them over, if I could have noticed the anomaly earlier...
This is his responsibility, a responsibility that no excuse can excuse.
Feeling something, Hermione stopped, and looked behind Daphne at the same time.
If it wasn't for the ash-blonde hair and blue eyes, they would have thought it was Snape.
As he walked, he opened the suitcase and took out two dark coats.
"Vincent, actually he—"
"I know, he will definitely pay the price."
Hermione and Daphne looked at each other, each tightening their coats over their shoulders.
Vincent knelt down to put the suitcase away, and grabbed Byron's hair with one hand.
With his wand in his other hand, he thumped the big footprint-covered face.
"what--"
Byron opened his eyes, and before he could feel the pain all over his body, he was startled by Vincent with a gloomy face in front of him.
"Way - Wayne -"
"Tell me, who sent you here?"
"me--"
Vincent put away his wand, pulled up his arm and twisted it half a circle.
After a crisp "click", the arm was dislocated.
"Ah—" Byron's swollen face was twisted into a ball.
"That won't work? Think about how you treat them."
Twisting his arm half a circle in the direction just now, he hissed his throat and let out a scream like a pig.
Although the picture is particularly brutal, the two little girls feel warm in their hearts.
"I'm very impatient now." Vincent said in a low voice, lifting his other good arm, "Tell me what I want to know."
Byron grinned in pain, "It's Parkinson's!"
Daphne's face was pale, and she felt an inexplicable chill.
Although I knew it a long time ago, I still couldn't accept this reality.
"Crack!"
"Oh—" the lump on his face wriggled like a bug, "I've already told you!"
"Did I say that I would let you go?" Vincent slowed down his twisting speed, "Tell me, who agreed."
The dislocated arm was getting more and more painful, and Byron's cold sweat had already wetted the shirt under the school robe.
"Malfoy! Zabini! Flint!
Merlin testifies, I'm telling the truth! "
Vincent increased his strength expressionlessly, bringing his pain to its peak in an instant.
"Ow—"
"What follows is a personal grievance."
Byron's head hit the lawn, and he struggled to open his eyes full of despair.
He was caught by both legs and turned over.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you."
Vincent stomped on his back, "Everyone pays for their mistakes.
You can't escape, and neither can I. "
Not to mention Daphne, even Hermione didn't expect things to turn out like this.
If the legs are all abolished, the nature will not be ordinary revenge.
No matter how deep the background is for a serious violent incident on campus, it will become a handle.
I would rather put on the shackles and teach Byron an unforgettable lesson, and anyone would be so moved.
Useful, but not necessary.
Hermione and Daphne hurried forward, hugging Vincent's left and right arms, which were about to exert strength.
"Enough is enough, Wayne."
"Let him go."
Vincent lowered his head, not daring to look at them, "I know what I'm doing, the big deal is losing my status as the youth representative of the Wizengamot."
After calm analysis, it is not impulsive.
"I don't care about that, really not."
They both held his arms tightly.
"Leave such wizard scum alone, and there will only be more victims."
They all know it's making up.
Good people never allow themselves to make mistakes.
"Did you misunderstand something?" Hermione tiptoed to try to read the expression on his face.
Byron explained in horror as if he saw a life-saving straw, "I swear! I just used a little curse, and I didn't even touch it—"
"Shut up!" Vincent became gloomy again after the momentary joy, "Do you think I did something wrong?"
Byron shook his head vigorously.
Vincent let go of his hands, trying to maintain the expression on his face.
If you think from the perspective of an adult, it is indeed easy to have this kind of misunderstanding.
Hermione and Daphne also let go of their hands, and held their slightly hot faces at the same time.
"Go to the school hospital by yourself, is there any problem?"
Byron nodded pitifully.
"Are you dumb? Answer me."
"No problem, I will definitely go!"
Didn't he just tell you to shut up? He didn't do anything wrong.
"Get out now."
"Yes!"
The entrance of the Forbidden Forest is quite far from the castle, the key is how to roll up to the second floor.
When Vincent saw Byron really rolling on the lawn, he almost couldn't hold back.
He picked up his suitcase and drew his wand without embarrassment.
"Healed as ever—"
The cuts on Hermione's and Daphne's faces disappeared little by little, as did the bandaged arms.
He walked over to the other two students who passed out.
"Don't pretend, I know you are awake."
Their closed eyelids began to shake wildly.
"Tell me what you did."
"We didn't do anything!" The two sat up, scrambling to explain,
"I passed out halfway through the spell."
"I didn't even yell."
Vincent turned his head back, waved his hands impatiently after receiving their confirmation,
"Go back, understand?"
"understand!"
The three attackers came in well hidden, but they were particularly conspicuous when they left.
Daphne came up to him, "Thank you, Wayne."
"This is my responsibility." Vincent frowned and looked at a tall figure behind the giant tree on the left, "I should have thought earlier that the Black Swan gang would have bad intentions."
Hermione came over with two school robes in her arms, "Let's go back to class first, or we'll be late."
"History of Magic class?"
"Ah."
In less than half an hour, we should be able to catch up.
The three walked towards the castle side by side.
The atmosphere was indescribably awkward.
They are very concerned about the misunderstanding just now.
Especially Vincent.
"Greengrass, what's your next class?"
"Herb class, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon."
Hermione stopped subconsciously, "Don't go there, you haven't taken a History of Magic class this semester."
She seemed to be worried that something more serious might happen.
"I'm calm now, don't worry."
"Then I'll go too."
Daphne knew that Vincent was going to the activity room of the Black Swan Club.
The four people mentioned by Byron just now must be taught their due lessons.
Private matters are resolved privately.
Not to mention certain "rules" that are defaulted on campus, they who call themselves "orthodox" purebloods will never tell the professor.
A glamorous appearance is important, as is the centuries-old family glory.
……
……
Several nearby lawns were noticeably shorter, and the two school robes placed in the distance were tattered, and the clothes on their bodies were still crumpled...
Animals!
His face was terribly gloomy.
If I hadn't invited them over, if I could have noticed the anomaly earlier...
This is his responsibility, a responsibility that no excuse can excuse.
Feeling something, Hermione stopped, and looked behind Daphne at the same time.
If it wasn't for the ash-blonde hair and blue eyes, they would have thought it was Snape.
As he walked, he opened the suitcase and took out two dark coats.
"Vincent, actually he—"
"I know, he will definitely pay the price."
Hermione and Daphne looked at each other, each tightening their coats over their shoulders.
Vincent knelt down to put the suitcase away, and grabbed Byron's hair with one hand.
With his wand in his other hand, he thumped the big footprint-covered face.
"what--"
Byron opened his eyes, and before he could feel the pain all over his body, he was startled by Vincent with a gloomy face in front of him.
"Way - Wayne -"
"Tell me, who sent you here?"
"me--"
Vincent put away his wand, pulled up his arm and twisted it half a circle.
After a crisp "click", the arm was dislocated.
"Ah—" Byron's swollen face was twisted into a ball.
"That won't work? Think about how you treat them."
Twisting his arm half a circle in the direction just now, he hissed his throat and let out a scream like a pig.
Although the picture is particularly brutal, the two little girls feel warm in their hearts.
"I'm very impatient now." Vincent said in a low voice, lifting his other good arm, "Tell me what I want to know."
Byron grinned in pain, "It's Parkinson's!"
Daphne's face was pale, and she felt an inexplicable chill.
Although I knew it a long time ago, I still couldn't accept this reality.
"Crack!"
"Oh—" the lump on his face wriggled like a bug, "I've already told you!"
"Did I say that I would let you go?" Vincent slowed down his twisting speed, "Tell me, who agreed."
The dislocated arm was getting more and more painful, and Byron's cold sweat had already wetted the shirt under the school robe.
"Malfoy! Zabini! Flint!
Merlin testifies, I'm telling the truth! "
Vincent increased his strength expressionlessly, bringing his pain to its peak in an instant.
"Ow—"
"What follows is a personal grievance."
Byron's head hit the lawn, and he struggled to open his eyes full of despair.
He was caught by both legs and turned over.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you."
Vincent stomped on his back, "Everyone pays for their mistakes.
You can't escape, and neither can I. "
Not to mention Daphne, even Hermione didn't expect things to turn out like this.
If the legs are all abolished, the nature will not be ordinary revenge.
No matter how deep the background is for a serious violent incident on campus, it will become a handle.
I would rather put on the shackles and teach Byron an unforgettable lesson, and anyone would be so moved.
Useful, but not necessary.
Hermione and Daphne hurried forward, hugging Vincent's left and right arms, which were about to exert strength.
"Enough is enough, Wayne."
"Let him go."
Vincent lowered his head, not daring to look at them, "I know what I'm doing, the big deal is losing my status as the youth representative of the Wizengamot."
After calm analysis, it is not impulsive.
"I don't care about that, really not."
They both held his arms tightly.
"Leave such wizard scum alone, and there will only be more victims."
They all know it's making up.
Good people never allow themselves to make mistakes.
"Did you misunderstand something?" Hermione tiptoed to try to read the expression on his face.
Byron explained in horror as if he saw a life-saving straw, "I swear! I just used a little curse, and I didn't even touch it—"
"Shut up!" Vincent became gloomy again after the momentary joy, "Do you think I did something wrong?"
Byron shook his head vigorously.
Vincent let go of his hands, trying to maintain the expression on his face.
If you think from the perspective of an adult, it is indeed easy to have this kind of misunderstanding.
Hermione and Daphne also let go of their hands, and held their slightly hot faces at the same time.
"Go to the school hospital by yourself, is there any problem?"
Byron nodded pitifully.
"Are you dumb? Answer me."
"No problem, I will definitely go!"
Didn't he just tell you to shut up? He didn't do anything wrong.
"Get out now."
"Yes!"
The entrance of the Forbidden Forest is quite far from the castle, the key is how to roll up to the second floor.
When Vincent saw Byron really rolling on the lawn, he almost couldn't hold back.
He picked up his suitcase and drew his wand without embarrassment.
"Healed as ever—"
The cuts on Hermione's and Daphne's faces disappeared little by little, as did the bandaged arms.
He walked over to the other two students who passed out.
"Don't pretend, I know you are awake."
Their closed eyelids began to shake wildly.
"Tell me what you did."
"We didn't do anything!" The two sat up, scrambling to explain,
"I passed out halfway through the spell."
"I didn't even yell."
Vincent turned his head back, waved his hands impatiently after receiving their confirmation,
"Go back, understand?"
"understand!"
The three attackers came in well hidden, but they were particularly conspicuous when they left.
Daphne came up to him, "Thank you, Wayne."
"This is my responsibility." Vincent frowned and looked at a tall figure behind the giant tree on the left, "I should have thought earlier that the Black Swan gang would have bad intentions."
Hermione came over with two school robes in her arms, "Let's go back to class first, or we'll be late."
"History of Magic class?"
"Ah."
In less than half an hour, we should be able to catch up.
The three walked towards the castle side by side.
The atmosphere was indescribably awkward.
They are very concerned about the misunderstanding just now.
Especially Vincent.
"Greengrass, what's your next class?"
"Herb class, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon."
Hermione stopped subconsciously, "Don't go there, you haven't taken a History of Magic class this semester."
She seemed to be worried that something more serious might happen.
"I'm calm now, don't worry."
"Then I'll go too."
Daphne knew that Vincent was going to the activity room of the Black Swan Club.
The four people mentioned by Byron just now must be taught their due lessons.
Private matters are resolved privately.
Not to mention certain "rules" that are defaulted on campus, they who call themselves "orthodox" purebloods will never tell the professor.
A glamorous appearance is important, as is the centuries-old family glory.
……
……
