"Hmm—Mr. Weasley, and Miss Clearwater, Miss Farley, Mr. Truman, due to some matters, I had to take up your time. Thank you for your trouble."
Hearing the Principal say this, Gabriel and Penelope both felt a bit embarrassed. Just as they were about to say some dry, meaningless words like "It's our duty, no trouble at all," they heard a firm voice ring out in the office.
"It won't take up any time! Because this is our duty as Prefects! Our time belongs to the school! And we don't feel it's any trouble! The truly hardworking ones are you and Professor McGonagall!"
Everyone looked at Percy Weasley in shock, not expecting him to have such—um—awareness.
Carl: ()
You're too eager to advance, aren't you? Where did you learn that? You speak in such a smooth, flattering way.
No wonder he later became the student body president and even entered politics after graduation. He was indeed born for this path.
Let alone the others, even the well-traveled Dumbledore was momentarily stunned by Percy's words.
"Hmm—very good. I am very pleased—to see Hogwarts has such dedicated and enthusiastic Prefects."
Carl gave him a speechless look: Stop dawdling! Get on with it!
Dumbledore, receiving the hint, smiled gently, "The reason I called the four of you Prefects here is because of the incident that happened during yesterday's Quidditch match. It was too dangerous, and I believe—"
Just as everyone was listening intently to him, Dumbledore suddenly waved his sleeve, and a fierce wind instantly howled through the office.
Percy, Penelope, and Gabriel were pushed towards the door by the strong wind pressure, involuntarily letting out exclamations.
Carl and Professor McGonagall simultaneously acted, pointing their wands at the panicked Gemma Farley.
"Bang!"
A thick red beam of light struck Gemma Farley, who had no time to react. The powerful force sent her flying through the air, crashing heavily against the wall.
And the wall transformed and flowed like a swamp, quickly enveloping Gemma Farley's limbs and waist, trapping her entirely within the wall, with only her head and upper body still exposed.
"Pfft!"
Gemma Farley spat out a mouthful of blood, her face pale, and her spirit utterly withered.
Professor McGonagall looked at Carl, wanting to speak but hesitating. This wasn't Expelliarmus; it was clearly a life-ending spell!
But it was fine to be heavy-handed with enemies. It was better for the cat cub to be ruthless to others than for others to be ruthless to him.
"What's wrong, Minerva?"
Carl looked at Professor McGonagall blankly. Did he go too easy?
"Nothing, it's good."
Professor McGonagall patted his head, then walked to the office door to comfort the startled Penelope, Percy, and Gabriel, "Don't panic, children, come out with me now."
After Professor McGonagall took Percy and the other two away, Carl and Dumbledore walked over to Gemma Farley.
"Headmaster Dumbledore! Why? Why are you doing this to me? I'm your student!"
Looking at the pitiful, terrified young Witch, Carl smiled very happily.
"Albus, this is Gemma Farley herself, not someone else impersonating her with Polyjuice Potion."
"Oh?" Dumbledore looked at Carl's smile, realizing something, "Could it really be—"
"That's right! It's a Horcrux! She has Elvis Heller's aura on her!"
After Carl finished speaking, Fire Treasure emerged from his chest and flew towards Gemma Farley.
"Yiya!"
Fire Treasure landed on Gemma Farley's shoulder, pulled out the necklace from her collar, burned through the string, and forcefully threw it to the ground.
Carl raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a ball of Fiendfyre appeared out of thin air, enveloping the necklace.
"Professor Heller, time to entertain guests."
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