Chapter 67 Snape's Reaction

Because lunch time was only halfway through, there were still many students in the hall. As usual, they happily ate delicious fried pork chops and baked potatoes with their friends.

However, at this moment, an extremely strong smell suddenly floated in from outside.

The little wizards sitting closer to the door were the first to suffer. They were caught off guard and almost vomited all over the table.

"Ugh... Damn it, who threw a big dung egg in the corridor!" A Gryffindor with a prefect badge roared.

His shout was also a good thing, at least it reminded the people sitting inside.

The next second, they also smelled the smell.

The whole hall was in chaos, and the students stopped eating and rushed out of the hall.

But it was not until they went out that they found that the smell outside was more mellow, but it was impossible to go back at this time. They could only bite the bullet and run to their respective common rooms.

In the chaos, Percy keenly discovered that his two twin brothers did not seem to be in the hall.

"Fred, George, it's you..."

Percy felt that he had discovered the truth. He squeezed out of the hall and walked angrily to the Gryffindor common room, "I must write a letter to tell my mother!"

"My dear brother, what are you going to tell my mother..."

At this time, two identical figures suddenly appeared at the corner in front, blocking his way.

George said with a smile: "Before you write to mom, can you tell us what happened in the hall? We just went out for a while, how come it's so... lively here."

"Don't pretend, don't you know what you did?" Percy said angrily: "You threw a lot of dung balls in the castle, and it affected almost all the students. You will make Gryffindor lose a lot of points!"

"Wait, Percy..." Fred was also very angry, "Even if you are our favorite brother, you can't slander us like this."

"That's right." George nodded seriously: "We were on the Quidditch field just now, how could we have time to throw dung balls in the castle."

"Don't make excuses, you..."

"Go ask." Fred interrupted him angrily, "All the players can testify for us."

George looked at him with disappointment and said: "Percy, I never thought that you would slander your own brother in order to take credit."

"I will definitely write to mom about this."

After the two of them said this, they turned around and left.

Percy looked at their backs, and remembered their previous vows, and suddenly felt a little panicked.

"Am I really wrong?"

He scratched his hair, a little worried that they would really write a letter to their mother to complain about him. He wanted to chase them, but he couldn't save face, so he could only stand there in a dilemma.

On the other side, Fred and George were already laughing like crazy after they walked out of Percy's sight.

Fred took a deep breath and said intoxicatedly: "It's really worthy of being a special dung egg worth 20 Galleons. The taste is really incomparable to ordinary goods."

"To be precise, it should be 19 Galleons and 10 Sickles." George corrected: "Don't forget there is also a big bag of bumper balloons."

"Sorry, I forgot this." Fred said in confusion: "But what's the use of Kyle for balloons? That thing will break when touched. It can be said to be the lowest level of joke props."

"Who knows." George shrugged and said: "Maybe there is some other use."

The two talked as they walked, and soon blended into the chaotic crowd.

On the way, they also met Kyle. The three of them looked at each other and tacitly did not talk to each other.

When Kyle returned to the common room, there were already quite a few people there.

"They are from the Slytherin Quidditch team, Rozier and Marcus are all here."

A senior student sitting on the sofa in the middle said, "They were playing with dung balls in an empty classroom on the second floor and blew up the door, and were seen by Peeves.

Then Peeves shouted loudly in the corridor, attracting many people. Now Rozier and the others have been taken to Professor Snape's office by Filch.

But they claim that they are the victims."

They still believed the last sentence.

After all, Rozier is a seventh grader. No matter what, he can't lock himself in an abandoned classroom to play with dung balls. It's obvious that he was tricked.

But it has nothing to do with them.

Harris, who was sitting next to him, took a big sip of pumpkin juice and said gloatingly, "Ha, it's what we deserve."

Someone in the crowd said worriedly, "Do you think Professor Snape will suspect us?"

"Then suspect it, it's not us anyway." Harris said nonchalantly, "And the conflict between us and Rosier and the others happened a week ago. In comparison, Gryffindor is more suspicious."

...

"It must be Gryffindor!" Rosier said tremblingly in the potion office.

Marcus and the others were taken away by Filch for detention, and only Rosier was left. He stood in the corner, his face dark blue, looking very depressed.

Being hit in the face by the dung egg was only one aspect, and more of it was being frozen.

When he was brought here by Filch, Snape washed him with clean water three times, and did not allow him to use any spell to dry his clothes.

Because only in this way, the stench on his body will not be so obvious.

But the problem is that the potion office is right next to the underground classroom. The temperature is low, and it is still November. When the breeze blows... it is so irritating.

In just a few minutes, a thin layer of ice formed on Rosier's clothes.

"You don't need to tell me these."

Snape looked at him coldly and said, "What I don't understand is how can you be so stupid and return the Nimbus 2000... Where is your brain, did you lend it to the troll?"

"Professor, I didn't want to open it." Rosier shivered and said, "I just wanted to hide it, but I didn't expect Peeves to come..."

Rosier roughly explained the matter again, and after ignoring some unimportant details, he successfully portrayed himself as a good captain who cared about the honor of Slytherin.

After listening to him, Snape looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Is what you said true?"

"It's all true." Rosier said firmly, "I can guarantee it, Professor."

"Very good, you are not stupid enough."

Snape threw him a bottle of potion, "Go find Filch."

Rosier felt as if he had been pardoned. After taking the potion, he poured it directly into his mouth.

After taking the purple potion, his face turned even greener and he coughed repeatedly.

To be honest, this taste is not much better than the big dung egg before.