This Hogwarts isn't normal.

, this string of numbers that was about to be blurted out, Flitwick couldn't figure it out yet as he looked at it.

When Vincent said "zero", he felt as if the middle finger of his right hand had touched something hard.

The middle finger that rubbed its smooth edge made Draco's mouth open wide as he pressed his lower lip.

"fa——"

After a "pop" sound, the big dung egg jumped over the heads of the little snakes and swung it at an angle towards the gap in the classroom door that was not closed tightly.

"clatter--"

The shell of the dung egg cracked on the hard floor of the corridor.

A breathtaking "fragrance" instantly spread into the Charms classroom through the gap.

The words that Master Malfoy blurted out were swallowed into his stomach like a stress reaction.

Along with being swallowed, there was this familiar taste.

"Farke!"

Vincent, who cursed for him, was holding his nose and secretly feeling happy.

This thing is definitely prepared!

Just look at the little golden retriever with an expression as uncomfortable as eating shit, and you will know who threw the big shit eggs in class.

Flitwick's reaction was not slow at all.

When the scent passed the little snakes and was about to reach the little lions, he had already shaken his wand.

It was not a strong hurricane, but it swept away all the smells.

The door that was not closed tightly was also locked.

"Who is it!"

Filch, who was stuck on the fourth floor, was very angry.

In broad daylight,

Someone actually dared to throw big dung eggs into the corridor.

Are you tired of living?

He sprinted toward the Charms classroom as if he were twenty years younger.

Before everyone could calm down, Vincent stood up and opened his pockets.

"I am innocent."

Flitwick saw that all the little lions were imitating them, so he gave up his doubts about them.

"Professor, they are shouting "Catch the thief!"

Draco stood up and stared at Vincent with a distorted face.

"We must not give up doubt on him."

Flitwick, who lowered his head and thought for a moment, thought it made sense.

No matter how good-tempered he is, what happened today was too terrible.

Look at those trembling little wizards, they have just had their second day of class.

But who is the real murderer?

There's no way anyone would be stupid enough to bring a second one, right?

"Professor, I think a spell could help us—"

Vincent, who once again became the center of attention, answered unhurriedly: "I discovered during my vacation that the repair spell can not only repair items, but also return them to their original positions."

Draco's fair little face became even whiter.

Just the cursing Filch outside the classroom is enough to make him drink a pot. How can the short Charms professor let him go so easily?

Flitwick patted his head, "Oh, I almost forgot about another use of this spell."

He pointed his wand at the classroom door and whispered a spell.

"Restored as before——"

The unknown shit-yellow viscous liquid splashed all over the floor gathered into a ball and was mixed with countless fragments.

Filch looked up with a cruel smile.

This big dung egg with an extremely smooth surface flew into the classroom and flew over the heads of the little snakes to Vincent.

After pausing above his head, it actually flew towards the little snakes again.

Draco's little toes under the table immediately kicked Crabbe's calf next to him.

"Ouch——"

He stared blankly at the big dung eggs flying here.

"It's me, Professor!"

The sudden "surrender" of the scapegoat Crabbe made Flitwick shake the wand in his hand.

The physical evidence stopped right on Draco's forehead.

If it were any later, it would go back to the pocket where it was originally hidden.

"Professor, I think-"

"Professor, I can prove that he threw it!"

Draco was one step ahead of Vincent.

He pointed at Crabbe with a look of disgust on his face, "Although I was calculating carefully just now, I also know what little tricks he is doing."

"Yes, I did it!"

Crabbe nodded excitedly, "I did this just because Wayne was unhappy!"

Everyone surrendered, and Flitwick completely stopped releasing the repair spell.

Vincent, who was full of regret, knew that even if he was released again, the result would only end up on the head of the real murderer.

The process of releasing magic cannot be repaired.

This dung egg, which had been repaired once, has been reset.

"Because Mr. Wayne's proposal was very timely," Flitwick looked at him with a smile, "I decided to add two points to Gryffindor House."

"Thank you, Professor." Vincent didn't hesitate any longer.

Regardless of whether the real culprit is a little golden retriever, the Snake House will definitely deduct points for this.

Sure enough, Flitwick then glared at Crabbe coldly.

"Mr. Crabbe violated classroom discipline. I have decided that Slytherin House will deduct 10 points for this."

The face of the scapegoat with the same name as Vincent showed no emotion at all.

But as the saying goes, capital punishment can be avoided, but how can living crime be avoided?

"Mr. Filch, do you have anything to add?"

Filch, with an extremely dangerous look in his eyes and a cruel smile on his face, stood outside the classroom door and let out a jeering laugh.

As a squib who cannot use magic, he will be particularly excited every time he encounters such a situation.

“Clean the castle corridors for a month!

Plus all the boys' restrooms!

besides……"

Poor Mr. Crabbe, this month is over.

Every time he announced a punishment, his big face turned a little paler.

That round, fat face was almost as arrogant as Draco's with his chin raised.

"Professor Flitwick, I can only think of this much for now."

The shaky Crabbe looked at the podium with his pitiful eyes.

"Ah-I," Flitwick was still soft-hearted.

"Why not let Mr. Crabbe complete it in batches over the next year?"

Filch's face suddenly became more excited, "Of course, he will definitely understand where he went wrong."

Originally, he could enjoy it for a month, but now he can enjoy it for a whole year.

This is not a reduction in punishment, it is clearly a disguised increase.

Professor Flitwick is so kind!

"Let's go back to class."

He smiled and looked at Vincent again.

When the other party gave the answer, he added three points to Gryffindor without calculating it well.

This wave of "blessing in disguise" instantly made the little lions cheer loudly.

The little snakes on the other side all had ugly faces.

"Let's end the get out of class." Flitwick saw that the time was almost up, so he ended the class early.

"Gryffindor hero!"

"Merlin, thank you for assigning Wayne to us!"

The little lions, laughing and playing, all surrounded Vincent and walked out of the classroom.

Today was another day when Gryffindor got the most points.

Hermione, who walked out of the classroom last, took a deep look at Draco, who had a ferocious face, before leaving.

She also knew who the real murderer was and why he did this.

Somewhere in the castle last night, a "cruel" wizard duel must have taken place.

Its severity was probably enough to make people want to retaliate at all costs.

……

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