Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

"What happened here? What are you all doing here?"

Filch struggled to squeeze through the crowd. He was attracted by Malfoy's shouts. Years of experience told him that there must be little wizards here again causing mischief, and he could punish these damn brats to his heart's content.

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"Don't think you can do whatever you want on Halloween...?"

Filch was stunned. He could have sworn that he had been working at Hogwarts for decades, but he had never seen a similar scene.

A little wizard was holding a wand in his hand and squatting on the ground. In front of the little wizard, there lay motionless another little wizard with blood on his face.

What is going on? Did he run into a murder scene?

Are today's little wizards so wild!? In the castle of Hogwarts, and in public in the hall, they dare to take out their wands and kill people?

Will he be silenced? After all, he is the only normal person here!

Filch felt that the tips of his hair were trembling. He looked around in panic, hoping to grab a life-saving straw.

Then, he saw the body of his cat, his poor, cute kitten named Mrs. Norris, hanging on the torch stand, swaying gently in the breeze.

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"No—!" Filch screamed. "You murderer! How could you! How dare you, kill my cat!"

At this moment, all things like wizards and silence were forgotten by Filch. He simply could not imagine how someone in this world could be so cruel!?

If you say you want to kill people, just kill them. Filch doesn't care at all. Anyway, Filch is disgusted with the little wizards in this castle from the bottom of his heart. No matter if one, two or more people die.

A hundred, two hundred, Filch promised not to even frown, and he might even open a bottle of whiskey to celebrate.

But! Why kill his cat!?

"I am going to kill you--!"

Filch roared angrily and rushed towards Bell.

At this time, Bell was looking around curiously.

Judging from what Filch meant, during the short period of time he was dealing with Malfoy, someone actually took advantage of him to attract everyone's attention and killed someone in secret!?

Are today's little wizards so wild!? How dare they kill people in Hogwarts Castle under the eyes of Dumbledore!? Bell really wants to see what kind of majestic appearance this warrior is, and how amazing his bones are?

Then, Bell was surprised to find that Filch rushed towards him with a devilish expression!?

'What the hell!?'

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"Argus!"

Before Bell took action to control Filch, Dumbledore arrived at the scene with the professors, and then he was stunned.

What's going on? That's not what the script looks like!

Looking at Bell who had already stood up and Malfoy who was still lying on the ground unable to move, Dumbledore was also filled with questions.

Are all young wizards so wild nowadays!? Or is he really old? Doesn't his reputation as the strongest white wizard in modern times no longer scare people? There are students who dare to face him at Hogwarts

Is the principal's face open?

Unlike Filch, as a powerful wizard, Dumbledore could still clearly tell whether the thing lying on the ground was dead or alive.

"Dumbledore! My cat! My Lady Norris!"

Filch cried like a bullied child who finally met his parents.

"Don't worry, Argus, your cat is not dead."

Dumbledore glanced at Mrs. Norris who was hanging on the torch stand and confirmed that the cat was not dead, but had fallen into a strange state of petrification.

If it were normal, he would be very interested in this strange petrified state and start researching it immediately.

But now, he faced the standing Bell and the lying one on the field... Who is that?

Because of Bell's obstruction, Dumbledore could not see Malfoy's face, and could only tell from the school uniform that it was a Slytherin student.

"So, who can tell me what is going on here?"

Dumbledore asked curiously.

Before Bell could say anything, Hermione ran to Bell's side impatiently and explained.

"That's right, Professor. When we returned to the lounge just now, we found the writing on the wall here and Mrs. Norris's... and Mrs. Norris's hanging there."

Hermione wanted to say corpse, but suddenly remembered what Professor Dumbledore said, Mrs. Norris was not dead?

After all that, he's still alive? Could it be that cats in the magical world really have nine lives?

"Then Malfoy suddenly jumped out, pointed at me and shouted 'Mudblood', and then Bell asked Malfoy to apologize to me, and then Malfoy talked about pure blood, glory, etc., but I didn't listen.

Very understanding. Then Bell took action and gave Malfoy a small lesson, and then Malfoy shouted 'go to hell' or something, and then...then...and then it became like this."

Hermione gave full play to the eloquence she had developed over many years of teaching her classmates. This was Bell's dizzying superhuman eloquence that was often said.

As for some places in the discourse, may there be some discrepancies with reality?

Illusion! It must be an illusion!

At least in Hermione's perception, the truth is one hundred percent the same as what she said, without any deviation!

The professors were a little dizzy from Hermione's series of 'thens', but at least they understood the general situation.

To put it simply, Malfoy and Bell had a fight, and then they never did it.

"Since the matter involves students from Ravenclaw and Slytherin, then the decision-making power on this matter will be handed over to..."

Dumbledore turned around and looked at the deans of the four houses.

Professor Flitwick was pulling his hair nervously. He was kind and did not want to see the young wizard in his academy being severely punished.

Professor Snape couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. He believed that Dumbledore would definitely leave the decision-making power to himself and Flitwick.

And unlike Flitwick, who has a good reputation, he can deal with these brats without being shameless! This time he must seize the opportunity and severely deduct Ravenclaw house points. In this way,

Slytherin House has no opponent in this year's House Cup!

The naive Snape had completely forgotten everything that happened at the end-of-year banquet of the previous school year in just a few months.

Want the Academy Cup?

Go ahead and dream!

"Leave it to Minerva."

After scanning the deans of the four houses, Dumbledore made a final decision.

"What!?"

Unlike Professor Flitwick who breathed a sigh of relief, Snape screamed in shock.