Chapter 37 037. He helped me pick the lock

Scott stood at the top of the stairs, calmly watching the farce going on in the common room below.

Eddie whispered from the side: "Although Roger looks miserable, I don't know why, but I don't want to sympathize with him at all."

"He shouldn't have played any games with Miss Dupin." Milton said in his usual tone, "Love should be a romantic and beautiful thing. We can't treat love as a game or make fun of it."

Scott didn't comment like the two roommates did. He only felt that Lisa Dupin's words were still full of flaws, and Roger seemed stupid because he hadn't gotten to the point after talking to her for so long.

However, he had no idea of ​​going up to help. Lisa Dupin was not an easy person to communicate with at first glance, and he always avoided such troubles.

Therefore, everything depends on Roger himself.

Fortunately, Roger was not a real fool. The shock of the sudden "public execution" was too great, and he wanted to prove his innocence too quickly, which made him somewhat impatient.

Now he seemed to suddenly come to his senses and asked Du Ping again: "Lisa, tell me. Since you had this misunderstanding, why didn't you come to question me at that time?"

He stared into Du Ping's eyes, "Why, I have had two girlfriends now, and you suddenly do this again?"

"Listen to what he said, 'I've already had two girlfriends.' This really deserves a beating." Eddie muttered to Scott and Milton again.

Of course, there were many boys muttering like him among the students present.

Scott ignored Eddie's murmurs mixed with envy. He noticed that Lisa Dupin lowered her head again at this moment. She was avoiding Roger's eyes and pretending to refuse to communicate.

"I don't think you thought like this last school year, Lisa." Roger seemed to be afraid of scaring the other person, and his tone became gentler. "Did someone say something to you that changed your mind? ?”

Lisa Dupin just shook her head, seemingly not ready to respond to this question.

Roger looked at her helplessly, "Okay, you don't want to say it. Then can you tell me where the dark magic item you used to curse the broom came from?"

Lisa Dupin still lowered her head, her messy hair covering her face. She seemed ready to remain silent to the end to resist Roger's questions.

Roger grabbed his hair in annoyance. He stood up and walked back and forth for a few steps. He stopped in front of Du Ping and said again: "You don't want to say it, do you? Lisa. Then tell me, before you go in Who helped you pick the lock of our dormitory when you cursed my unlucky broom?"

The common room became quiet again as Roger asked questions one after another.

Ravenclaw has no shortage of smart people. Most students had already sensed from Roger's question that this incident was not as simple as it seemed.

So they all stopped watching the show and their expressions became serious.

However, Lisa Dupin still remained silent. She squatted on the ground and huddled up, shaking her head, looking extremely pitiful.

Roger looked down at the tears dripping on the carpet at her feet, and for a moment he didn't know whether to continue asking.

He turned around and spread his hands with a helpless expression, looking at Professor Flitwick and Scott at the top of the stairs.

Professor Flitwick had been silent for a while.

He always looked a little dazed when Roger and Dupin were talking. It seemed that everything that happened before him had a big impact on him.

If Professor Flitwick was a more rational person, he would quickly understand that it is actually very easy to make the right decision now that Lisa Dupin can no longer hide it.

Because there is no other choice.

Professor Flitwick is a smart wizard, and there is no way he would not have thought of this. But he was still struggling.

But this is also the respectable side of this professor, Scott thought. Although he can't do it himself, it doesn't stop him from appreciating the kindness of others.

However, when Roger turned around and looked over, Professor Flitwick seemed to finally come out of the tangle and made up his mind.

Once he made up his mind, Professor Flitwick began to act decisively.

He walked down the stairs to Lisa Dupin.

"Miss Dupin." Professor Flitwick's voice was a little low, not as sharp as usual.

Dupin couldn't help but tremble when she heard Professor Flitwick's voice, but she still didn't look up.

Professor Flitwick paced in place, "Whether it is possessing a dark magic item or secretly attaching a vicious curse to a classmate's broomstick, this is an act that violates the law."

He said sadly: "You should be grateful that you still have a chance, Miss Dupin. Roger didn't even want to expose you at the beginning. He thought you were too young. You should thank him for this."

"Now, all the Ravenclaw students are here." Professor Flitwick looked at the other students, "Can anyone tell me what the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic will do to Miss Dupin if they find out about this?" What’s the punishment for what you’ve done?”

"I know, Professor."

A seventh-grade boy stood up and said in a very calm and rational voice: "Since Miss Dupin's behavior did not cause substantial harm to the victim, the most likely possibility is that Azka was about three months old. Imprisonment and a fine of 200 gold galleons."

At this time, Lisa Dupin suddenly raised her head and looked at the seventh-grade boy in disbelief.

The boy adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said to Dupin, "Of course, if you can take the initiative to increase the fine to 1,000 gold galleons, there is a great possibility that you will not have to go to Azkaban."

"Thank you for your answer, Mr. Brown." Professor Flitwick nodded to him and motioned him to sit down.

Before sitting down, Brown said to Dupin, "My name is William Brown. By the way, there is another prerequisite for the 1,000 gold galleons in exchange for freedom I mentioned - hire me as your defense lawyer."

"No..."

Lisa Dupin finally felt scared.

She screamed, "No, I will not be imprisoned in Azkaban!"

Brown shrugged his shoulders, sat down, and did not respond to Dupin's shouting.

At this time, Professor Flitwick said to Dupin: "I told you that you still have a chance, Miss Dupin. Remember, if you can prove that you did not play a major role in this incident, there will be a chance."

"I...I..."

Dupin's face turned pale, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the corner of the lounge, his eyes locked on Jacob.

"It was Jacob, he helped me pick the lock!" She answered loudly.