"Bang!"
"Ahhhhh!!!"
The deafening gunshot exploded. Goyle's wailing echoed across the Black Lake again. The Slytherin snakes looked toward the back of the formation with speechless expressions.
"How does he manage this?"
"Six shots in three days..."
"Is he that obsessed with slacking off?"
"Honestly, I'm starting to admire him."
"This idiot is embarrassing Slytherin. Look at that Gryffindor fatty..."
"I know him. Longbottom's kid."
"Worthy of pureblood nobility..."
The surrounding chatter sounded like distant whispers to little fatty Neville.
Ethereal and faint.
His breathing was rapid and heavy, each breath like pouring fire into his lungs.
Every step brought excruciating pain, his leg muscles stretching like knife cuts.
His usually round, gentle face had become fierce and twisted. Sweat flowed like streams down his tense neck, soaking his collar.
His mind completely blank, he only remembered what Tiger had told him on the first day of morning training.
[Whatever Adrian does.]
[You do the same.]
[If your will can't keep up with his pace, then you should go back to Gryffindor...]
After that.
Tiger never paid attention to Neville again. The Slytherin formation simply had one more Gryffindor.
Neville was very aware of his flaws and understood his cowardice. He'd always known.
But he really wanted...
The next time he entered St. Mungo's Hospital, to say to his father and mother:
"Father, Mother."
"Neville can protect you now."
"Please come home with me..."
His vision gradually darkened, but he still gripped that colorful candy wrapper tightly in his palm...
The Quidditch players' morning training was three times the workload of ordinary snakes. Marcus and the others never took the Gryffindor following behind them seriously.
They even thought this Gryffindor fatty would collapse by the Black Lake after just one day.
Draco also mocked him frequently.
Having been in classes with Neville often, he knew exactly how useless this Longbottom fatty was.
But unexpectedly.
Three days passed.
Neville still followed closely behind Adrian.
Inexplicable admiration rose from the Quidditch players' hearts. They could see what pain and torment Neville was enduring.
Especially Draco—he suddenly began to take seriously this fatty he'd considered stupid and clumsy.
After morning training ended, he personally gave the unconscious Neville a Pepperup Potion...
"Ten points to Slytherin."
"Well done, Mr. Shelby, for your helpfulness..."
In Greenhouse One of the Herbology classroom, the intense smell from dragon dung fertilizer piles spread freely.
Students wanted to use cleaning charms, but Professor Sprout strictly forbade it.
She preferred.
Through this labor requiring patience and perseverance, to let the young wizards deeply appreciate Herbology's charm.
Daphne nearly fainted.
The usually refined noble girl's face was paper-white, her eyes pleading as she looked at Professor Sprout.
Due to the continuous temperature rise these past days, the greenhouse's stench had almost reached its peak.
Pansy, usually so haughty, finally lowered her proud head and hugged a flowerpot to vomit.
After her, the other girls in the greenhouse couldn't help but retch repeatedly...
Seeing the slug that fell at her feet.
Hermione quickly stepped back two paces, glaring viciously at Ron.
"Didn't you already vomit everything out!"
Her pale neck trembled slightly, clearly suppressing something.
"Maybe..."
"The slugs don't like this smell either..."
Ron's face was deathly pale. He covered his mouth tightly, trying to stop the nausea about to overflow.
However, before finishing his words.
He suddenly turned, grabbed the flowerpot from Harry's hands, and completely let loose. Slugs kept pouring out.
"Urgh!!!"
The scene gradually spiraled out of control.
"Professor, let me handle this."
"Personally fertilizing herbs by hand—maybe wait for a colder day. This smell really is..."
Tiger stepped forward, wiping tears from his eyes as symbiote tissue covered his nose and mouth.
This smell was too much for him too.
Eye-watering.
"Very well..."
Seeing the young wizards had completely lost their fighting spirit, Professor Sprout could only sigh helplessly.
Dozens of black, writhing tentacles immediately emerged, moving flexibly and efficiently throughout the greenhouse.
In just three minutes.
Venom had fertilized all the herbs in the greenhouse with dragon dung, completing the task with flying colors...
"Well then, class dismissed."
"I should also change the practical materials for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. This smell really is..."
Before Professor Sprout finished speaking, the young wizards fled from Greenhouse One like escaping prisoners.
If Gryffindor and Slytherin were vomiting this badly, the other two houses wouldn't fare much better.
Tiger had really helped everyone out.
"Oh my god..."
"I feel like I'm dying."
"The Weasleys could change the ingredients for Dungbombs—they'd be hugely popular..."
The Slytherins followed behind Tiger, planning to return to the common room for showers. The dragon dung fertilizer smell made them feel dirty inside and out.
Just as the group passed the corridor by the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, terrified, panicked screams suddenly exploded nearby, making hearts skip.
The snakes all stopped, looking at each other with surprise and curiosity in their eyes.
Then Gilderoy Lockhart was violently thrown out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
He scrambled toward the corridor's end, not even bothering to pick up his wand that had fallen to the ground.
Several Cornish pixies followed close behind.
"Ha, I knew he was useless."
Draco laughed gleefully.
Inside the Defense classroom, chaotic screaming continued.
Tiger quickly led everyone inside.
Cornish pixies filled every corner of the classroom, accompanied by sharp, piercing laughter as they attacked students in groups.
"Merlin's high-cut swimsuit..."
"What a disastrous day."
Blaise watched the scene with twitching lips.
"Venom, mind having some pre-dinner dessert?" Tiger rubbed his slightly aching forehead.
Seeing the Slytherins' arrival.
Several Cornish pixies grabbed students' textbooks and wands as weapons, charging over with malicious cackling echoing through the classroom...
"Of course, I love dessert!"
With deep, hoarse sinister laughter, Venom's massive, fierce form suddenly broke free from Tiger's body, like a giant beast awakening from the abyss.
Several black, writhing tentacles shot out. The Cornish pixies, unable to dodge in time, were instantly pierced through.
Wild cackling.
Became fearful wailing.
The tentacles quickly retracted, forming fingers.
Like eating jelly beans, Venom flicked these Cornish pixies into his mouth one by one.
"Oh, this taste..."
"Not bad!"
"Like blueberry chocolate."
Light blue blood and remains churned between his fangs, each bite accompanied by heart-stopping crunches.
The most primitive, most brutal scene was mercilessly displayed before everyone.
In an instant.
The classroom atmosphere froze completely. Even more terrified screams rose and fell.
The Ravenclaws, having never witnessed such a scene, turned paper-white. Some couldn't handle the visual impact and fainted outright...
"As expected..."
"Shelby is the real disaster."
Pansy sighed sympathetically.
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