The Evil Thoughts of Hogwarts and the Genie

Chapter 182 The Extreme Lion

The matter was not complicated. For some reason, James Potter and Sirius Black of Gryffindor ambushed the snakes on their way back to their dormitory from the Herbology classroom.

These two magical monkeys—ah, of course, the little snakes wouldn't call them that gently.

Slytherins preferred to call them: brain-dead idiots and attention-seeking clowns.

The little snakes complained bitterly, saying that these two wicked creatures attacked them without any reason or explanation, and that they were using two water bags of unknown origin to splash them with a lot of toad slime mixed with magical dye!

"This—" The upperclassman's expression changed slightly, and he angrily rebuked, "Didn't you go and call the professor?!"

"Professor Sprout is just too lenient, and the greenhouse isn't far from the Potions classroom!"

This means that Professor Slughorn should be called over to deduct several points from Gryffindor's score.

Avery, who had been jumping the most enthusiastically, looked puzzled upon hearing this, clearly not expecting it.

Fortunately, Genova Murseb reacted quickly, and he smiled slightly.

"We really have to thank Snape!" he said sincerely. "He used a leg-locking charm, which made Black trip and fall!"

"Porter was a beat too slow again; we just grabbed them both!"

Hearing this, the older students' expressions softened slightly. However, some of them immediately noticed something was amiss.

"What about Snape?" the witch with the ponytail asked, frowning.

The first-grade snakes looked at each other. In the past, the one who would have spoken up at this time would have been the most assertive and unafraid of showing off, Alecto Caro.

But she was clearly preoccupied, and Travers and Mulleseber exchanged a glance, clearly hoping the other would step forward and play the role of the "harbinger of doom."

Seeing that they didn't respond, the witch frowned and immediately turned to leave.

But Pollyanna happened to see Edmund, who was also looking on with great interest. Seeing him return safely, the little witch breathed a sigh of relief and then whispered the "truth" to herself.

The truth is that although the boys held Potter and Black back, Lupin suddenly appeared out of nowhere and leveled the score again.

Finally, Pediru called Professor McGonagall, and the two groups of students quickly cleared things up. Professor McGonagall, with a livid face, deducted 20 points from Gryffindor.

"Oh." The older students finally breathed a sigh of relief. "McGirl is actually quite fair."

The wizard who said this was glared at by the classmate next to him, but Pollyanna hadn't finished speaking yet.

"But someone broke one of Potter's bones."

She said calmly.

"According to Blake, the person closest to the two of them at the time was Snape."

"So, all three of them were taken to the infirmary by Professor McGonagall. We're not sure if Slytherin will lose points for this."

As soon as Pollyanna finished speaking, the older students breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, it's nothing serious," the ponytail witch smiled. "Since we didn't start it,

McGonagall will understand.

The other wizard nodded:

"It's not Snape's fault. Potter deserved his bad luck."

"Alright, go check your clothes again! If there's any toad juice residue left, you can ask Professor McGonagall for a favor during Transfiguration class. She certainly won't refuse."

A burst of laughter erupted, and the matter was dropped. The first-year students dispersed again, with only Moorselber and Avery looking at Edmund a few times, as if wondering why he hadn't been expelled yet.

Edmund waved to Pollyanna, and before Pollyanna could react, Carlo showed a hopeful look and nodded emphatically to Edmund.

Oh dear, this is messed up.

I wonder what her expression will be when she hears that her father is in jail for assaulting Edmund.

Alas, he certainly didn't intend to target only Alecto.

The Carlo family is just too easy to bully, so why not take advantage of them?

Edmund deliberately lingered outside the dormitory for a while before returning inside. Then he saw Travers shiver, as if he had just realized he was going to be alone with him in the room.

"Why are you being so formal, Gislin?" Edmund called him by his name for the first time, smiling kindly.

"Don't you have anything you want to say to me?"

Let's set aside the conversation between Edmund and Travers for now. Around the same time, James Porter's injuries were also diagnosed.

The good news is that he did indeed break a rib, so he won't have to lose another 5 points for "lying to the professor".

The bad news is that breaking only one rib is clearly not enough to teach this magical monkey a lesson.

Once Professor McGonagall confirmed that James's injury was not serious, she sent Snape back first. After a while, once Madam Pomfrey had prepared the potion, she sent Black back to the common room to "reflect on his actions."

Clearly, she had a lot of experience dealing with these kinds of situations. She knew she could never "release" both Black and Snape at the same time.

With no one else in the school infirmary, Professor McGonagall finally spoke:

"You can't and shouldn't treat your classmate like that, Potter."

The old witch said sternly.

"I don't understand why you would do this. If you want to be the most attention-grabbing student this way, Potter, let me tell you, you'll only become the most disliked person among your peers, nothing more."

James Potter sat on the hospital bed, having already drunk a potion with effects similar to Bone Spirit.

At this moment, a sharp pain shot through the affected area of ​​the ribs.

But judging from his expression, the kid still seemed completely unconcerned.

However, he kept his head down and did not make eye contact with Professor McGonagall.

"You've misunderstood me, Professor."

James' tone was remarkably calm.

"I didn't mean to attract attention."

"Oh?" McGonagall's lips curled into a smile. "Really, Potter? You swear?"

James didn't swear, and James got anxious.

"They deserve it," he muttered under his breath, then, before Professor McGonagall could remind him, he shouted, "They—those Slytherins, they deserve it!"

Professor McGonagall frowned, her gaze even sharper than before.

But when she looked at James, she saw that he had a stubborn look on his face, and his eyes were firm and full of hatred.

"What... what happened?"

Professor McGonagall lowered her voice, but still asked seriously.

"Did you hear something, or—or saw something?"

She had a wide network of connections and was trusted by Dumbledore, so she knew a lot of "very bad" things.

After being probed by the professor, James hesitated for a moment, really wanting to tell the professor everything about the Black family and ask him to help Sirius.

But even though he was unreliable, he was very loyal to his friends. So James shut his mouth, looking gloomy.

"They deserve it, Professor. Those extreme Slytherins, those vipers, they've all gone mad."

"Speak!" Professor McGonagall said sternly, then her expression softened.

She had clearly misunderstood, mistakenly believing that old Mr. Potter had told James about the recent disappearance of many wizards who were close to Muggles or married to Muggles.

"...Whatever those bad guys did has nothing to do with your classmates."

Professor McGonagall offered a soft word of advice.

"That's not their fault, Potter. You shouldn't blame them for mistakes they didn't make."

James paused slightly upon hearing this, then looked up with a puzzled expression.

"But they must be influenced by their families, right?"

He asked.

"Besides, wouldn't it be too late to start questioning them after they've become like that?"