Chapter 85 Snape Was Blown Up
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Qing Mo Da Xian
If time could go back, Vincent would have to bring an old camera at home.
Snape's incompetent and furious expression just now can definitely sell for a good price in the school.
At least it should be worth one Galleon.
Sad and annoyed, he hadn't laughed for a long time before he encountered something really sad.
"Hello, Vincent."
Dumbledore, in light blue pajamas, stood by the lake and waved to him.
"Ahem——" Vincent brewed his emotions, "I'm not Wayne, I'm Malfoy."
"Oh, that's right."
Dumbledore said with regret on his face: "Please forgive the old man's eyesight, I thought you were Mr. Wayne."
Vincent was a little surprised that he could be fooled like this.
"I think, to stop a mysterious man who repeatedly invaded the Potions professor's office, Slytherin added—"
"Wait!" He lifted off the gas mask on his face, "Professor, your eyes are really good~"
Dumbledore winked playfully at this flattering little face.
"Ah—I—"
The duped Vincent quickly woke up, "Professor, how did you know..."
"I don't know anything."
Dumbledore pointed behind him, "There have been more students sleepwalking at night recently, and I'm starting to think about whether to do more homework."
Standing behind were the twins, Fred and George, and Hermione, who was equally annoyed.
Vincent admitted, "Professor, it's actually me—"
"I asked them, Professor."
Hermione stepped forward, "The fire I just extinguished was lit with the Fire Charm."
Dumbledore nodded with a chuckle, "Miss Granger, you should know that this is a violation of school rules, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
Her expression became more and more determined, "I asked Vincent to follow the mysterious man, and decided to send a signal to the castle because I was a little worried."
Set fire to the Forbidden Forest?
This is 100% deduction of points.
Vincent could understand the kindness, but she might be isolated again after this.
"No, I took the initiative to go." He squeezed in front of Dumbledore, "I ordered them to light the fire, and it was all my idea."
"The big dung is mine!" George pushed Vincent away. "Without it, the fire would never have burned so fast."
Fred leaned next to him. "Professor, we've been trying to set fire to the Forbidden Forest since first year."
"Shut up, I came up with the idea of using biogas to support combustion."
"I told you that George had two big dung eggs."
"That's right, I've long thought that it can be used in conjunction with the Fire Charm, so I always carry it with me."
"Without me taking the initiative to follow the mysterious man, you would not have thought of arson."
Dumbledore smiled and looked at the four children who were jostling around in front of him, just to accuse him of the crime.
Only true friends can do this for each other.
"Children, is the fire a signal?"
All four of them closed their mouths, nodding their heads obediently.
"Come to the Forbidden Forest because you are worried about the mysterious person doing bad things?"
After nodding again, Dumbledore scanned their faces one by one.
He found the bravery and firmness on the faces of the four.
"Professor, I think you have to go and see the situation first."
Vincent turned and pointed in the direction he came from, "Professor Snape should still be fighting the fire."
"Let's go, let's talk slowly on the way."
……
……
In Snape's more than ten years of teaching career at Hogwarts, he had never encountered such an aggrieved thing.
The mysterious man with high mana escaped, and so did he.
Just now the centaur came over and asked a few words. After he said that he didn't need help, he took the unicorn back and went back.
But letting an extremely rampant student slip away under my nose, I just couldn't accept the matter at all.
Rescue soldiers?
I'm afraid it's not that there will be no return!
"Wayne—" he muttered through gritted teeth.
This person can physically resist the extremely powerful Fierce Fire Curse, probably because he has been to the room on the fourth floor.
For these two items alone, he has a hundred ways to deduct points.
Now?
Without sufficient evidence, he really couldn't afford to lose face.
"Hello, Professor Snape~"
Snape, whose face was no longer gloomy, looked away from the half-human-tall Fiendfire.
"Wayne, how dare you go back—"
He met Dumbledore's smiling eyes.
Vincent was hiding behind the other party, and he was still cowering.
"I said, I will definitely bring the rescuers back."
I'm aggrieved, really aggrieved.
Now, he can't even settle accounts after autumn, so he can only play against them in class.
"Ah, so it's Wayne." He mocked fiercely, "You were wearing a mask just now, and you thought you were talking about Wayne."
Vincent probed quickly, "Professor, I think it's because your long hair covers your ears that you can't hear clearly."
Snape was about to reciprocate, but saw him shrink his little head behind Dumbledore.
"By the way, professor, I'm not in class now~" Vincent shrank back after finishing speaking.
Snape squinted, scanning the troublesome twins and Hermione, who had a lot of theoretical knowledge.
Four Gryffindors, great!
However, as soon as his small thoughts rose, Dumbledore poured a plate of cold water down.
"Come on, Severus.
They're all here to catch you. "
Snape drew back his wand.
Dumbledore, who was not far away, waved his wand lightly, and the Fiendflame that had expanded again was quickly compressed into a small point, and then all of them were annihilated in the air.
"Severus, go back and talk."
Snape shook his messy long hair, "Wayne, what did you use just now, take it out and show me."
Dumbledore turned suspiciously.
"Professor, isn't it surprising that the son of a weapons dealer has a gun?"
Vincent was secretly kicked by Hermione.
The innocent expression on his face remained unchanged, "I didn't enchant the pistol, so it shouldn't be considered a violation of the Secrecy Act."
fart!
If it weren't for a powerful revealing spell, those bullets that fell on the ground would still be invisible.
Snape, whose lungs were about to explode, shook his body.
"What about the body? That person couldn't bear it."
Vincent spread his hands, "Professor, I insist on exercising every day."
"Tsk tsk tsk."
As soon as Snape got close to Dumbledore, he ducked to the other side.
After going around a few times, he was not caught by the opponent.
"Okay, Severus."
Dumbledore spoke, and both of them stopped still.
"Given that tonight's fire was all about signaling the castle—"
He paused, then glanced at the nervous Hermione, "Miss Granger's idea is very good, I think it should be worth adding 20 points."
"Great!" The twins high-five each other.
Dumbledore looked at them, "Both Mr. Weasleys are well prepared, and 20 points should be added for that."
Snape's face darkened to the extreme.
"Finally, thanks to Mr. Wayne's brave act—"
Vincent, who was stared at by five pairs of big eyes, raised his face.
Dumbledore looked at the many blurred figures deep in the Forbidden Forest, "He prevented a tragedy from happening and successfully repelled a mysterious dark wizard.
In terms of emotion and reason, I have to add thirty points to him. "
"Professor, there is more." Vincent grumbled at Snape.
Dumbledore shook his head with a smile, "And the Potions Professor who was holding Fiendfire alone came to rescue him."
"No la?"
"Mr. Wayne, don't be too greedy."
You have already added 90 points, but you are still not satisfied?
Snape sneered.
He will double deduct these points.
……
……
Snape's incompetent and furious expression just now can definitely sell for a good price in the school.
At least it should be worth one Galleon.
Sad and annoyed, he hadn't laughed for a long time before he encountered something really sad.
"Hello, Vincent."
Dumbledore, in light blue pajamas, stood by the lake and waved to him.
"Ahem——" Vincent brewed his emotions, "I'm not Wayne, I'm Malfoy."
"Oh, that's right."
Dumbledore said with regret on his face: "Please forgive the old man's eyesight, I thought you were Mr. Wayne."
Vincent was a little surprised that he could be fooled like this.
"I think, to stop a mysterious man who repeatedly invaded the Potions professor's office, Slytherin added—"
"Wait!" He lifted off the gas mask on his face, "Professor, your eyes are really good~"
Dumbledore winked playfully at this flattering little face.
"Ah—I—"
The duped Vincent quickly woke up, "Professor, how did you know..."
"I don't know anything."
Dumbledore pointed behind him, "There have been more students sleepwalking at night recently, and I'm starting to think about whether to do more homework."
Standing behind were the twins, Fred and George, and Hermione, who was equally annoyed.
Vincent admitted, "Professor, it's actually me—"
"I asked them, Professor."
Hermione stepped forward, "The fire I just extinguished was lit with the Fire Charm."
Dumbledore nodded with a chuckle, "Miss Granger, you should know that this is a violation of school rules, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
Her expression became more and more determined, "I asked Vincent to follow the mysterious man, and decided to send a signal to the castle because I was a little worried."
Set fire to the Forbidden Forest?
This is 100% deduction of points.
Vincent could understand the kindness, but she might be isolated again after this.
"No, I took the initiative to go." He squeezed in front of Dumbledore, "I ordered them to light the fire, and it was all my idea."
"The big dung is mine!" George pushed Vincent away. "Without it, the fire would never have burned so fast."
Fred leaned next to him. "Professor, we've been trying to set fire to the Forbidden Forest since first year."
"Shut up, I came up with the idea of using biogas to support combustion."
"I told you that George had two big dung eggs."
"That's right, I've long thought that it can be used in conjunction with the Fire Charm, so I always carry it with me."
"Without me taking the initiative to follow the mysterious man, you would not have thought of arson."
Dumbledore smiled and looked at the four children who were jostling around in front of him, just to accuse him of the crime.
Only true friends can do this for each other.
"Children, is the fire a signal?"
All four of them closed their mouths, nodding their heads obediently.
"Come to the Forbidden Forest because you are worried about the mysterious person doing bad things?"
After nodding again, Dumbledore scanned their faces one by one.
He found the bravery and firmness on the faces of the four.
"Professor, I think you have to go and see the situation first."
Vincent turned and pointed in the direction he came from, "Professor Snape should still be fighting the fire."
"Let's go, let's talk slowly on the way."
……
……
In Snape's more than ten years of teaching career at Hogwarts, he had never encountered such an aggrieved thing.
The mysterious man with high mana escaped, and so did he.
Just now the centaur came over and asked a few words. After he said that he didn't need help, he took the unicorn back and went back.
But letting an extremely rampant student slip away under my nose, I just couldn't accept the matter at all.
Rescue soldiers?
I'm afraid it's not that there will be no return!
"Wayne—" he muttered through gritted teeth.
This person can physically resist the extremely powerful Fierce Fire Curse, probably because he has been to the room on the fourth floor.
For these two items alone, he has a hundred ways to deduct points.
Now?
Without sufficient evidence, he really couldn't afford to lose face.
"Hello, Professor Snape~"
Snape, whose face was no longer gloomy, looked away from the half-human-tall Fiendfire.
"Wayne, how dare you go back—"
He met Dumbledore's smiling eyes.
Vincent was hiding behind the other party, and he was still cowering.
"I said, I will definitely bring the rescuers back."
I'm aggrieved, really aggrieved.
Now, he can't even settle accounts after autumn, so he can only play against them in class.
"Ah, so it's Wayne." He mocked fiercely, "You were wearing a mask just now, and you thought you were talking about Wayne."
Vincent probed quickly, "Professor, I think it's because your long hair covers your ears that you can't hear clearly."
Snape was about to reciprocate, but saw him shrink his little head behind Dumbledore.
"By the way, professor, I'm not in class now~" Vincent shrank back after finishing speaking.
Snape squinted, scanning the troublesome twins and Hermione, who had a lot of theoretical knowledge.
Four Gryffindors, great!
However, as soon as his small thoughts rose, Dumbledore poured a plate of cold water down.
"Come on, Severus.
They're all here to catch you. "
Snape drew back his wand.
Dumbledore, who was not far away, waved his wand lightly, and the Fiendflame that had expanded again was quickly compressed into a small point, and then all of them were annihilated in the air.
"Severus, go back and talk."
Snape shook his messy long hair, "Wayne, what did you use just now, take it out and show me."
Dumbledore turned suspiciously.
"Professor, isn't it surprising that the son of a weapons dealer has a gun?"
Vincent was secretly kicked by Hermione.
The innocent expression on his face remained unchanged, "I didn't enchant the pistol, so it shouldn't be considered a violation of the Secrecy Act."
fart!
If it weren't for a powerful revealing spell, those bullets that fell on the ground would still be invisible.
Snape, whose lungs were about to explode, shook his body.
"What about the body? That person couldn't bear it."
Vincent spread his hands, "Professor, I insist on exercising every day."
"Tsk tsk tsk."
As soon as Snape got close to Dumbledore, he ducked to the other side.
After going around a few times, he was not caught by the opponent.
"Okay, Severus."
Dumbledore spoke, and both of them stopped still.
"Given that tonight's fire was all about signaling the castle—"
He paused, then glanced at the nervous Hermione, "Miss Granger's idea is very good, I think it should be worth adding 20 points."
"Great!" The twins high-five each other.
Dumbledore looked at them, "Both Mr. Weasleys are well prepared, and 20 points should be added for that."
Snape's face darkened to the extreme.
"Finally, thanks to Mr. Wayne's brave act—"
Vincent, who was stared at by five pairs of big eyes, raised his face.
Dumbledore looked at the many blurred figures deep in the Forbidden Forest, "He prevented a tragedy from happening and successfully repelled a mysterious dark wizard.
In terms of emotion and reason, I have to add thirty points to him. "
"Professor, there is more." Vincent grumbled at Snape.
Dumbledore shook his head with a smile, "And the Potions Professor who was holding Fiendfire alone came to rescue him."
"No la?"
"Mr. Wayne, don't be too greedy."
You have already added 90 points, but you are still not satisfied?
Snape sneered.
He will double deduct these points.
……
……
