Chapter 433 Overlapping Targets
It all happened so fast that no one else in the auditorium reacted until the two cakes were already within reach.
Poor Harry had closed her eyes and prepared for the impact, and Draco Malfoy, who had been sitting next to her, was the first to stand up and roar.
"Alexander Cooper, what the hell is wrong with you?"
As he said this, he leaned forward, trying to use his body to block the two flying cakes.
Unfortunately, our Master Malfoy didn't seem to have exercised well during this holiday, and he missed a step while rushing forward.
He fell face down on the floor, and the dull sound made everyone in the audience tremble.
At the same time, a loud shout sounded from above.
"You damned fellow, how dare you attack your classmates at this time."
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
With one spell, two targets were hit. The two small cakes flying towards Harry's face stopped in mid-air, and the little fat man suddenly stood up.
He was also wrapped in a silver-gray light and floating in the air. The person who made the move was Professor Snape.
Karl could already imagine what it would be like when those beautiful emerald green eyes revealed an expression of fear, helplessness and sadness.
The little fat man was not greeted by the "Invisible Sword", which was already Professor Snape's greatest restraint.
After Professor Snape took action, the situation was not curbed, but became even worse.
Many Gryffindor students stood up and stared angrily at the Slytherin house and Professor Snape, who was sitting in the professor's seat with a dark face.
"How can a professor use magic on his students? What have we done wrong? It was you venomous snakes who collaborated with that golden devil and caused our parents to lose their jobs."
"That's right, that damn bank employee told my dad that if he couldn't pay back the loan next month, he would take over my family's store."
"But there was not a single sale in the store during the entire holiday, all our investments failed, and even our savings disappeared."
"And my parents. The Ministry of Magic hasn't paid us for almost two months. We can't even afford a decent meal over Christmas."
"But I heard that you venomous snakes held many lavish banquets at home. It was you who cheated us of our wealth."
As they talked, the atmosphere in the entire auditorium changed again. The previous dull and depressing atmosphere was like flammable gas mixed with oxygen.
Ignited by the anger, it began to burn violently, first a small handful, then a large pile, and then the entire Gryffindor house.
Finally, it began to spread to Ravenclaw and some Hufflepuff students. The entire hall was in an uproar, with all kinds of curses and insults heard.
Faced with this kind of attack, the Slytherin students were certainly not willing to be outdone. After all, when it came to verbal battles, the little snakes were never afraid of anyone.
Spraying venom is an ancestral skill of Slytherin, not to mention the gentle instruction from their own headmaster who accompanies them day and night.
A few sarcastic remarks directly broke the defense of those grumpy little lions in Gryffindor.
The most impressive one among them was a senior Slytherin student, a seventh-year senior, who was just holding a cup of steaming coffee.
He said casually while squinting at the group of Gryffindors.
"Why don't you listen to what you are saying? How can such a thing be related to us Slytherins?"
"It seems that your brains, which are not smart to begin with, have been blocked by those damn muscles. Everyone knows that the bank belongs to our dear junior."
"It was founded by Mr. Karl Hohenzollern, and your parents were willing to deposit their money there."
"In addition to his own stupidity and greed, it is also because of Mr. Hohenzollern's identity as the adopted son of Headmaster Dumbledore."
"One of them is a Hufflepuff and the other graduated from Gryffindor. What do they have to do with us Slytherins?"
These remarks put a temporary pause on this explosive debate. The Gryffindor students looked at each other, at a loss for a moment.
On the other side, Cedric, the trio who had been staying in the corner of the auditorium, was furious when he heard this.
Just when he was about to stand up and say a few words, Carl pressed his head back down. Cedric, who sat back in his seat, realized this.
The guy in front of me has grown taller. When we first met, he was about the same height as me, but I was still taller.
If I stand on tiptoe, I can barely kiss the other person's forehead, but now I look up.
This guy probably doesn't need to stand on tiptoes to kiss his forehead.
When he thought of this, he felt very angry and complained secretly in his heart.
"Every day I was told not to eat this or that, but I ended up eating delicious and spicy food every day, which delayed my development a bit."
"This guy must be jealous that I'm taller than him, that's it."
Just when Cedric secretly made up his mind that he must defend his dignity as a senior in terms of height.
Carl, who had remained silent, was silently observing the Slytherin senior. After watching for a while, he turned to ask Kevin Lestrange beside him.
"What do you think?"
"It seems that everyone's ability is indeed beyond imagination. I didn't expect Slytherin House to be the vested interest."
"I didn't expect that he could infiltrate us. Should we make some changes to our response strategy in the future?"
Without a moment's hesitation, Kevin Lestrange answered directly.
Hearing this, Carl touched his chin with his hand, turned his head slightly with a strange smile on his face, and looked at the hidden corner of the Gryffindor table.
Sitting there was a short, inconspicuous figure, with fiery red hair covering his eyes, making it impossible to see his gaze clearly.
The other person's appearance was also very strange. He was holding a fat rat in his hand, and he was tearing the beef into thin strips.
Then he fed the beef to the mouse. The whole scene looked very strange and ugly, but his behavior revealed an indescribable elegance.
Carl smiled and said softly.
"Don't worry, let's see if he has the same idea as us, if his purpose happens to be the same."
"That will be fun to watch."
"What?" Kevin Lestrange looked a little confused.
Just as he was puzzled, a few young men at the Gryffindor table, who had been silent and at a loss, suddenly jumped out and shouted loudly.
"So what? Maybe Headmaster Dumbledore is also involved in this conspiracy. He might even be the biggest mastermind behind it."
"Perfect!!"
"Shut up!!"
