A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 552 Malfoy...Why is he laughing? (Thanks to '瑞雪兆丰年lv' for the 10,000 coin reward!)

The tents were on fire... slower than William had anticipated.

While waiting, having nothing else to do, he chatted with Professor Trelawney.

By the way... try to get some information out of her, and see if she can still enter Grand Druid mode.

Just last semester, Professor Trelawney made the prophecy that Peter would defect and that "three traitors would appear and die afterward."

William now understood that this master was probably unreliable, like a malfunctioning connection... You had to rely on luck!

If you're lucky, you might get a useful prophecy; if you're unlucky... well, you can raise her as a daughter, since it just costs a bit of alcohol anyway.

This is probably Dumbledore's current state of mind. He's been raising him for thirteen years now.

Today was just bad luck; I didn't hear the prophecy, but I watched helplessly as she packed case after case of sherry into her ring.

It's just that the ring has limited space, otherwise Trelawney could have emptied the tent.

Professor Trelawney, who was very concerned about her image, was somewhat embarrassed to do such a thing in front of her students.

But she couldn't stop what she was doing, and she forced herself to explain to William:

"I didn't take it for myself. Look how dry it is around here. You might accidentally burn something while you're using it."

"What if the tent catches fire? Wouldn't this liquor just fuel the flames?"

Professor Trelawney spoke with conviction, and her hands moved even faster.

For a moment, William was speechless.

I don't know whether to say the professor has truly entered prophetic mode, or is just a typical... jinx.

Seeing William's expression, Hermione covered her mouth and laughed.

She suddenly realized that Professor Trelawney wasn't so bad in private after all.

Trelawney shook the bottle, gesturing for Hermione to have one too.

Hermione glanced at William, then gently shook her head.

She knew she couldn't hold her liquor, and with so many people around... she decided to pass.

Now, she only dares to drink when she is alone with William.

Anyway, even if he gets drunk and acts crazy in the room, no one outside will see him.

At most, it only caused William some minor physical harm.

After chatting for a full twenty minutes, William sniffed and suddenly said, "You guys wait for me here."

He could already smell a strong odor of smoke.

Hermione, who had already received advance notice, was not too alarmed.

Besides, this kind of minor situation is nothing for her to worry about.

William, who had been keeping a close eye on Professor Slughorn, seized the opportunity and rushed into the crowd.

The sudden fire didn't scare anyone too much. They were all wizards; if all else failed, they could just Apparate.

Anyway, it's not their tent.

Professor Slughorn had not yet smelled the smoke in the crowd.

He drank too much; his tongue was all tied up, and he had lost his sense of smell.

Wopple was still discussing the biography with him.

"Horace, Stark, and Granger... you must help me talk to them, and after it's done... this amount."

Walpole flipped his palm over.

"If you put it that way... hiccup... then I understand..."

Slughorn, drunk, touched Wolper's hand and slurred:

"Albus invited me to go back...to teach."

When I got back, even Severus had to give up his position as dean and give it back to me, or he would be so ashamed!

"Winning over William and Hermione is a piece of cake for me, isn't it?"

"Yes, we can't let that woman Rita Skeeter beat us to it," Wolper flattered.

He suddenly saw the blood-sick man walking listlessly towards him, and quickly called out loudly:

"Come here right now, Bloodni! If you run around again, you'll be sorry when we get back to the tent tonight. You'll be too weak to walk tomorrow..."

The vampire, Blood Nyx, didn't speak, but slowly approached.

"Alright, let's continue..." Slughorn laughed heartily, continuing his boast, "When I come back to school, even Minerva will have to..."

Caught off guard, Bloodny suddenly rushed in front of Slughorn and launched a deadly attack.

He extended his hand, his sharp nails flashing, and with a swift, sinister strike, the professor was caught off guard and forced to retreat.

Slughorn was jolted awake from his drunken stupor. He reached out and touched his neck, finding a scarlet bloodstain.

Bloodni seemed to have gone mad, his eyes bloodshot, and he moved even faster.

He apparated in front of Slughorn and drew ten deep, bone-revealing grooves on his arm with his ten fingers.

Bloodny opened his mouth, revealing sharp teeth, and bit at Slughorn, the old man's face filled with terror.

Just as everyone was still searching for the location of the fire, they heard screams and the hissing sound of a curse.

Looking back, the vampire Blood Nyx was lying on the ground, his mouth cut open and all his teeth broken, as if a chopstick had been forcibly cut off.

Slughorn sat on the ground, his face filled with terror. A large pool of blood splattered on his face, making him look particularly gruesome.

William simply flicked his wrist, silently putting away his wand, and walked towards Slughorn, saying in a gentle voice:

"Professor, are you alright?"

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In a certain corridor,

The twins threw several dung balls before they finally shook off Malfoy.

They had been following him all along, intending to curse Malfoy, but he discovered them instead.

"Don't go, Arthur's silly son, let me pamper you two... so that our close relationship with your father won't be in vain."

Malfoy's cold voice suddenly rang out. His head was covered in yellow stains, he reeked of a foul odor, and his right eye was swollen.

He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!

"Obstacles are numerous!"

Fred and George shouted.

Malfoy waved his wand, easily deflecting the two beams of light.

"Ha, do you two think you're big shots?" he sneered.

"What should I do with you two little things... as a gift for your father...?"

"Fire!" George shouted.

Malfoy burst into laughter, like Cao Cao after the Battle of Red Cliffs. He shouted, "You think you can fool me with such a lie? How naive..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a wave of heat coming from behind him.

He turned his head and saw a flame spreading rapidly from the other end of the corridor toward him.

Fred threw a grass bomb, which hit Malfoy right on the head.

Immediately, a large amount of grass grew on his head, looking lush and green from afar, like the Hulunbuir Grassland.

The two turned and ran, trying to find the tent exit.

"I'm your mother! Your father is dead!"

Malfoy rubbed the grassy head, started cursing incoherently, and then hurriedly chased after it.

The three ran and fought, with beams of light constantly shooting out and various prank products being thrown at them.

When they ran out of the tent through a crack, they were all panting heavily.

The twins were covered in black soot, and their robes were tattered.

Malfoy was in an even worse state; the green grass had grown up to his back, making it look like his long hair was hanging down to his waist.

By this time, the flames had spread to the top of the tent, and the slug's head was gone.

"Let's see where you two run!" Malfoy said fiercely.

Fred shouted, "A rock! I'm going to smash it over your head!"

Malfoy scoffed again: "You think you can fool me with such a lie? Naïve..."

Wait...where have I heard this phrase before?

Before Malfoy could recall who had said it, everything suddenly went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

It turned out that a stone was floating in mid-air and smashed hard on the back of his head.

The twins exchanged a glance, then simultaneously raised their wands, eyeing the strange stone warily.

The stone, as if having lost its support, fell to the ground again.

Malfoy's wand floated up and was pointed at the twins.

Both of them tensed up, staring intently at the magic wand.

In the distance, the clamor of wizards could be heard, finally drawing everyone's attention to the fire.

The magic wand immediately changed direction, aiming at the flames in the tent.

The flames suddenly surged four or five meters, and as the magic wand guided them, they spread like a comet's tail across the black tent on one side.

The wand vanished into thin air. Fred and George waited a while, and when the man seemed to be gone for good, they breathed a sigh of relief.

The two cautiously approached Malfoy to check if he was still alive.

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