"This is too much!!!"
Faced with his brothers' predicament, Percy Weasley rarely showed anger.
He stormed toward the Slytherin table, demanding harshly:
"They already failed!"
"Why are you still humiliating them!"
However, the Slytherins' eyes only held mockery. Tiger was still trying to hide red oil stains on his chest, too busy to bother with him.
Theodore sighed helplessly and cast a cleaning charm on Tiger.
Male prefect Burstrode set down his knife and fork, stood up elegantly, and looked at Percy with a slight smile.
"Is there something I can do for you?"
"Prefect Weasley?"
"You..."
Percy Weasley wasn't stupid. Seeing the obvious act of playing dumb, he immediately grew furious.
But just then.
He suddenly saw Gemma Farley hanging beneath the window frame. His flushed face instantly went white.
"You you you you you..."
"Why haven't you taken her down yet."
His ragged breathing overflowed with panic. Looking at Burstrode's half-smiling expression, Percy's tone immediately softened.
"Prefect Burstrode..."
"I just think this is merely a game. We don't need to deepen the grudge between both sides."
"I apologize to Prefect Farley..."
"For my brothers."
"Apologize?"
Male prefect Burstrode blinked in confusion, his sincere eyes showing puzzlement.
"I don't understand what you're talking about. Why don't you speak directly with the person involved."
"But she..."
Before Percy Weasley could look toward the window frame, Gemma Farley's voice suddenly rang out behind Burstrode.
"Enough, Weasley."
"As a true pure-blood noble, you shouldn't disturb others' mealtime."
"Though I don't know why you're apologizing, I accept your apology. Go back now."
Her cold, calm tone carried a hint of mockery.
As male prefect Burstrode stepped aside, Percy Weasley saw that familiar figure.
He stared in shock, then suddenly looked up at the window frame, his pupils contracting slightly.
The figure hanging beneath the window frame had somehow become a black person. Lee Jordan drowsily opened his eyes, asking in confusion:
"Where is this?"
"..."
Percy Weasley's face instantly flushed red.
A black person hanging on a cross?
Seeing this scene, Hermione rubbed her temples with a headache. She'd only seen such hellish jokes in Surrey.
During Roman times, nobles would nail escaped slaves to crosses. Only the Shelby family still maintained such customs, until there were no black people left in Surrey.
How did she know that?!
The Gryffindors: "..."
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What an exquisite combination...
Tiger's lips curved slightly, his eyes showing rare appreciation as he looked at the female prefect.
"You're deepening the conflict! You're insulting the school's honor!"
"I'll report this to Professor Flitwick!"
Realizing the other side would never admit it, Percy Weasley could only harshly scold them with a few high-sounding words, then angrily pulled out his wand to take down Lee Jordan before leading people back to Gryffindor.
The little Slytherin snakes looked at each other, then burst into unrestrained villainous laughter.
They had indeed done bad things.
But they'd never admit it. What could anyone do?
The first morning class was Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Honestly.
This was Tiger's favorite class.
Watching Harry don curtains to play a yeti and go back and forth with Gilderoy Lockhart, he couldn't help applauding and cheering. Draco and others also burst into uncontrollable laughter.
This led to Gilderoy Lockhart performing even more enthusiastically, with a vague hint of trying to please...
Theodore looked at Tiger thoughtfully.
Hermione's face was black as a pot bottom.
She really couldn't stand this feeling of not gaining knowledge. This was simply wasting time!
"Oh, what a wonderful perfor..."
"Ahem, lesson!"
"Children, I hope you gained something from it. That would be my greatest honor."
As the bell rang, Harry fled back to his seat in embarrassment, his face extremely ugly.
Gilderoy Lockhart also satisfactorily put away his performance props and walked out of the classroom elegantly...
The moment the door closed.
"Stupefy!"
"Tarantallegra!"
"Densaugeo!"
"Petrificus Totalus!"
"Avada... cough... just kidding."
Facing Draco and others' horrified looks, Theodore coughed expressionlessly...
Spells from Slytherin fell like rain.
Book pages, feathers, and paper scraps flew everywhere.
Many Gryffindors were knocked down. The protective badges on their chests gradually dimmed. Ordinary prank spells weren't enough to break through Shield Charms in one hit.
"Damn! They're ambushing us!"
"Fight back! Fight back!"
"Seamus, use your talent!"
Amid screams and chaos, Hermione quickly left Tiger's side, rolling behind a desk.
Then she directly overturned the long table.
Using the desk surface as cover, she pushed the table to Harry and Ron's side, pulling the two useless idiots who were still wildly waving their wands to her side.
Looking at Tiger laughing heartily in the distance, Miss Know-It-All nearly ground her teeth to dust.
"Overturn the tables! Get out first! Get out first!"
"Or we'll all die here!"
Many people still trusted Miss Know-It-All's wisdom and fists.
Hearing her shouts, Neville, Seamus and others immediately stopped attacking, overturning tables and moving toward the classroom door.
The Slytherins didn't pursue.
According to game rules, being caught by professors and losing points would also cause the caught person's game failure.
"Ah... Goyle..."
"My nose is bleeding..."
"Me too... Crabbe..."
The two chubby boys who usually stood at Draco's sides were now lying in Gryffindor's aisle. Even turning over seemed difficult.
Tiger saw clearly.
The moment the attack launched, these two chubbies had chased after Neville. They'd long been dissatisfied with the daily comparisons and discussions among Slytherins.
However, Neville's reaction was also quick.
Heavy chairs, Lockhart's books, including Leif from the desk drawer—he used everything as weapons.
Carrying a table, fighting two at close range.
Completely holding his own...
[Well done! Ahaha!]
Venom's cheering gave Tiger a headache.
Meanwhile.
After sixth-year Charms class ended, male prefect Burstrode watched Percy Weasley approach Professor Flitwick with a half-smile.
Professor Flitwick valued Percy, this gifted student, highly.
But as Percy recounted last night's events, Professor Flitwick's smile gradually faded.
He merely went through the motions, asking Gemma Farley a few questions, then in front of everyone, cast Prior Incantato on the female prefect's rosewood wand.
The result was unsurprising.
The magical circuits remaining in the rosewood wand showed no trace of the scenes Percy described.
"But I still must say something."
"Miss Farley, some spells can go too far. If accidents happen, they'll only bring you trouble."
"Yes, Professor."
Facing Professor Flitwick's advice, Gemma Farley raised no objections, her tone quite sincere.
Whether she'd change was another matter.
After all, it was just advice, not prohibition.
"Also, Mr. Weasley."
Professor Flitwick looked at Percy with complex expression, his tone meaningful:
"I hope you can take this game more seriously and truly understand its meaning."
"Real war..."
"Won't be such child's play."
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