Chapter 639 Snape was very angry, and the consequences were serious
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Qing Mo Da Xian
I can't fall asleep if I don't watch it, and I can't fall asleep even if I watch it.
Fortunately, there is not much movement, and it should only need to stay up until dawn.
After a bottle of Buffy Brain Refreshing Potion went down, Vincent began to make a portable alchemy toilet.
After shaping the shape and portraying the magic runes, the three roommates are already sound asleep.
It was just dawn outside, and he should have been in Hogsmeade five hours ago.
A little more than 4 laps, just on the way back to the dormitory.
Quietly came to the Forbidden Forest and continued to improve the alchemy mechanical arm.
The acromantula did not make any trouble, but the two dementors guarding the gate came over.
This is what they caused trouble first, don't blame Vincent for being ruthless.
It is enough to have a patron saint of suanni to accompany them to play until dawn, and then they can finally do research and development with peace of mind.
……
……
Principal room,
Dumbledore was woken up again.
Wearing light purple pajamas, he opened the door for Vincent in a depressed mood.
"Long time no see, Professor~"
If it were someone else, we would have closed the door and said goodbye.
Dumbledore, grimacing, led him in,
"Long time no see, Vincent, you seem to have grown taller."
Vincent skillfully set up the tent under the watchful eyes of the principals,
"Yes, if the school can prepare more food every day, I will definitely grow taller."
His appetite is already very large, and now "4 days" is already a month's amount of other children.
"You are the biggest manager of the school, so it is up to you to decide how much to purchase."
After solving the food problem, Vincent said "good night" and got into the tent.
The corners of Dumbledore's mouth rose slightly.
Finally, I was able to sleep peacefully.
……
……
After Herbology and Transfiguration on Friday, there is the long-awaited Potions class.
Snape came to the classroom just in time.
The stupid little lions were all absent, and there were a few more lights in the dimly lit classroom.
The little snakes were not on the seats, but spread out and stood by the wall, struggling to break something.
"Damn it!" Draco punched a picture frame with his fist.
Not only sticking spells, but also those potions that were sticky when touched last time.
In the bright light, Snape could see what was inside the frame from a distance.
His face darkened instantly, and his lips trembled as he walked over.
Draco shuddered inexplicably, and subconsciously turned his head and shrank his neck back to the side.
The little snakes who tried to get the frame away held their breath.
The hem of the wide black robe covered Snape's legs, and it looked like a terrible evil spirit had floated over.
"Professor," Draco took a breath and pointed to the photo frame in front of him, "Wayne and the others must have done this!
I heard yesterday that the Boggart of Longbottom is you, they must have used the spell taught by that shabby professor to turn it into a—”
"Shut up!" Snape glanced over with extremely cold eyes.
Not only Draco, but all the little snakes shivered and backed away.
"Where's Greengrass?"
"She was—" Pansy changed her words immediately, "A stupid traitor like her must be with Wayne and the others."
Snape suddenly laughed, a very creepy smile.
He drew his wand and pointed at the nearest picture frame.
"Shenfeng Wuying——"
The incantation was so soft it was barely audible, but the picture frames on the wall saw sharp cuts one after another.
One after another, fast and precise.
The half frame becomes four, then six, eight and twelve.
A photo frame that was so broken that it was impossible to see what was moving fell to the ground, and the wall that had been hit countless times was covered with tiny scratches.
Things may disappear, but they will always exist in memory.
Especially the culprits!
"Ho ho ho—" Snape flicked his wand lightly, igniting all the wood residue on the ground.
The firelight was exceptionally bright, but it couldn't drive away the haze on his face.
Draco's throat rolled, as if to say something.
Maybe he knew it was unnecessary, until Snape left the classroom and could no longer see his back, he didn't say this sentence.
"Wayne is finished!" Extreme ecstasy dispelled the panic in his heart.
The little snakes imagined a picture, a picture of Gryffindor being overthrown.
Blaise's ferocious little face looked at the wall covered with fine and smooth cuts, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.
"They are as fragile as this wall, with just one touch from Professor Snape, all the shabby youngsters will disappear from this world!"
He has accumulated no less resentment than Draco.
They are all young masters and ladies with prominent family backgrounds and a sense of superiority. They will definitely not miss the next famous scene.
……
……
The collective third-year students went on strike, and the places they could go were either the dormitory or the club room.
Snape, who was like a ghost, hadn't reached the fifth floor, but he could already hear the laughter of the little bastards.
That's fine, let's forget about strikes and pranks, but I still don't know how to repent.
If the old Hutu Dumbledore doesn't do anything, then he will uphold justice.
With the sound of "Peng", the door of the Owl Court Club was knocked heavily.
The students inside raised their heads one after another.
Neville shrank his neck subconsciously, "S--Snape is here."
Vincent on the ring held down the sandbag thrown over, and met the extremely cold eyes at the door.
He took off his gloves calmly, picked up a towel and wiped the sweat off his face.
"Wayne!" Snape walked in with unprecedented depression.
The students dare not take a big breath.
The Gryffindor third graders were fine, after all, they all participated in the strike.
But even if you don't feel that you are wrong, you still have some instinctive fears.
Vincent jumped down from the ring, first raised his hand to reassure the members, and then slowly walked towards Snape with a smile on his face.
The little snakes who just arrived outside the door saw this scene and had to admire his strong psychological quality.
The person who dared to take the lead in strikes and hung up spoof videos in the classroom was no ordinary ruthless character.
The smile on Draco's face faded away.
According to past experience, there is a high probability that this matter will...
No, have faith!
Before, it was because the opponent was too good. After changing to their dean, the ending will definitely develop in the expected direction.
Vincent and Snape were getting closer and closer, stopping at the same time almost touching each other.
"Professor Snape, what do you want from me?"
"Heh—knowingly." Snape looked down at him.
Although there is a difference of more than ten centimeters in height, Vincent does not look like the weak side at all.
"Professor, you finally understand our feelings."
Snape sneered, "Wayne, it won't matter how sharp your teeth are this time.
Organizing student strikes, maliciously posting photos that slander professors, and even showing no repentance—”
He tilted his head to look towards the ring.
Hermione and Daphne tied up their hair, panting for breath.
"Tell me, Granger, how many school rules Wayne has violated in all these 'honorable deeds'!"
Hermione, who was named, almost blurted out.
She took a deep breath, her eyes no longer flustered.
But when he met those pitch-black eyes, the mood that had not been completely calm became tense again.
"Professor Snape, Vincent is not alone, we have violated 27 school rules."
The little trap didn't work, and Snape let out a snort.
Today, no one can save these little bastards.
……
……
Fortunately, there is not much movement, and it should only need to stay up until dawn.
After a bottle of Buffy Brain Refreshing Potion went down, Vincent began to make a portable alchemy toilet.
After shaping the shape and portraying the magic runes, the three roommates are already sound asleep.
It was just dawn outside, and he should have been in Hogsmeade five hours ago.
A little more than 4 laps, just on the way back to the dormitory.
Quietly came to the Forbidden Forest and continued to improve the alchemy mechanical arm.
The acromantula did not make any trouble, but the two dementors guarding the gate came over.
This is what they caused trouble first, don't blame Vincent for being ruthless.
It is enough to have a patron saint of suanni to accompany them to play until dawn, and then they can finally do research and development with peace of mind.
……
……
Principal room,
Dumbledore was woken up again.
Wearing light purple pajamas, he opened the door for Vincent in a depressed mood.
"Long time no see, Professor~"
If it were someone else, we would have closed the door and said goodbye.
Dumbledore, grimacing, led him in,
"Long time no see, Vincent, you seem to have grown taller."
Vincent skillfully set up the tent under the watchful eyes of the principals,
"Yes, if the school can prepare more food every day, I will definitely grow taller."
His appetite is already very large, and now "4 days" is already a month's amount of other children.
"You are the biggest manager of the school, so it is up to you to decide how much to purchase."
After solving the food problem, Vincent said "good night" and got into the tent.
The corners of Dumbledore's mouth rose slightly.
Finally, I was able to sleep peacefully.
……
……
After Herbology and Transfiguration on Friday, there is the long-awaited Potions class.
Snape came to the classroom just in time.
The stupid little lions were all absent, and there were a few more lights in the dimly lit classroom.
The little snakes were not on the seats, but spread out and stood by the wall, struggling to break something.
"Damn it!" Draco punched a picture frame with his fist.
Not only sticking spells, but also those potions that were sticky when touched last time.
In the bright light, Snape could see what was inside the frame from a distance.
His face darkened instantly, and his lips trembled as he walked over.
Draco shuddered inexplicably, and subconsciously turned his head and shrank his neck back to the side.
The little snakes who tried to get the frame away held their breath.
The hem of the wide black robe covered Snape's legs, and it looked like a terrible evil spirit had floated over.
"Professor," Draco took a breath and pointed to the photo frame in front of him, "Wayne and the others must have done this!
I heard yesterday that the Boggart of Longbottom is you, they must have used the spell taught by that shabby professor to turn it into a—”
"Shut up!" Snape glanced over with extremely cold eyes.
Not only Draco, but all the little snakes shivered and backed away.
"Where's Greengrass?"
"She was—" Pansy changed her words immediately, "A stupid traitor like her must be with Wayne and the others."
Snape suddenly laughed, a very creepy smile.
He drew his wand and pointed at the nearest picture frame.
"Shenfeng Wuying——"
The incantation was so soft it was barely audible, but the picture frames on the wall saw sharp cuts one after another.
One after another, fast and precise.
The half frame becomes four, then six, eight and twelve.
A photo frame that was so broken that it was impossible to see what was moving fell to the ground, and the wall that had been hit countless times was covered with tiny scratches.
Things may disappear, but they will always exist in memory.
Especially the culprits!
"Ho ho ho—" Snape flicked his wand lightly, igniting all the wood residue on the ground.
The firelight was exceptionally bright, but it couldn't drive away the haze on his face.
Draco's throat rolled, as if to say something.
Maybe he knew it was unnecessary, until Snape left the classroom and could no longer see his back, he didn't say this sentence.
"Wayne is finished!" Extreme ecstasy dispelled the panic in his heart.
The little snakes imagined a picture, a picture of Gryffindor being overthrown.
Blaise's ferocious little face looked at the wall covered with fine and smooth cuts, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.
"They are as fragile as this wall, with just one touch from Professor Snape, all the shabby youngsters will disappear from this world!"
He has accumulated no less resentment than Draco.
They are all young masters and ladies with prominent family backgrounds and a sense of superiority. They will definitely not miss the next famous scene.
……
……
The collective third-year students went on strike, and the places they could go were either the dormitory or the club room.
Snape, who was like a ghost, hadn't reached the fifth floor, but he could already hear the laughter of the little bastards.
That's fine, let's forget about strikes and pranks, but I still don't know how to repent.
If the old Hutu Dumbledore doesn't do anything, then he will uphold justice.
With the sound of "Peng", the door of the Owl Court Club was knocked heavily.
The students inside raised their heads one after another.
Neville shrank his neck subconsciously, "S--Snape is here."
Vincent on the ring held down the sandbag thrown over, and met the extremely cold eyes at the door.
He took off his gloves calmly, picked up a towel and wiped the sweat off his face.
"Wayne!" Snape walked in with unprecedented depression.
The students dare not take a big breath.
The Gryffindor third graders were fine, after all, they all participated in the strike.
But even if you don't feel that you are wrong, you still have some instinctive fears.
Vincent jumped down from the ring, first raised his hand to reassure the members, and then slowly walked towards Snape with a smile on his face.
The little snakes who just arrived outside the door saw this scene and had to admire his strong psychological quality.
The person who dared to take the lead in strikes and hung up spoof videos in the classroom was no ordinary ruthless character.
The smile on Draco's face faded away.
According to past experience, there is a high probability that this matter will...
No, have faith!
Before, it was because the opponent was too good. After changing to their dean, the ending will definitely develop in the expected direction.
Vincent and Snape were getting closer and closer, stopping at the same time almost touching each other.
"Professor Snape, what do you want from me?"
"Heh—knowingly." Snape looked down at him.
Although there is a difference of more than ten centimeters in height, Vincent does not look like the weak side at all.
"Professor, you finally understand our feelings."
Snape sneered, "Wayne, it won't matter how sharp your teeth are this time.
Organizing student strikes, maliciously posting photos that slander professors, and even showing no repentance—”
He tilted his head to look towards the ring.
Hermione and Daphne tied up their hair, panting for breath.
"Tell me, Granger, how many school rules Wayne has violated in all these 'honorable deeds'!"
Hermione, who was named, almost blurted out.
She took a deep breath, her eyes no longer flustered.
But when he met those pitch-black eyes, the mood that had not been completely calm became tense again.
"Professor Snape, Vincent is not alone, we have violated 27 school rules."
The little trap didn't work, and Snape let out a snort.
Today, no one can save these little bastards.
……
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