Spell Players at Hogwarts

Twenty points deducted?

Upon hearing this, Cedric couldn't help but be stunned.

I'm just one person, exchanging Hufflepuff's twenty points for Slytherin's forty points?

Seems like a good deal when you think about it?

"As for you, Mr. Marcus Flint, I think you have to deduct forty points for Slytherin." Professor McGonagall said casually. Hearing this, Cedric was struck by lightning.

Gan, what a loss!

Slytherin has held the House Cup for five consecutive years, and now the other three houses are holding their breath and want to pull Slytherin off the House Cup.

If Slytherin starts deducting sixty points this semester.

"Actually, Professor McGonagall, house points and so on. I think house points and so on must still be deducted." Cedric stepped forward and spoke righteously, "I think we must bear this lesson in mind, so... … Necessary punitive measures are indispensable!”

Cedric gritted his teeth and looked like he was sacrificing himself generously, which simply stunned Lynch.

Is this the legendary good old man?

"Cedric..."

"No need to persuade me anymore, I think this is necessary." Cedric said fiercely through gritted teeth, while Professor McGonagall looked at Cedric with a complicated expression.

Perhaps the definition of Hufflepuff needs to be updated appropriately?

However, Hufflepuff and Slytherin were far behind at the beginning of school, Ravenclaw was not competitive at all in Quidditch, and Gryffindor's Charlie was also in his last year.

If it looks like this... isn't Gryffindor...

"Since you have such a strong request, Cedric." Professor McGonagall looked at Cedric with relief. This little genius of transfiguration is still so lovable.

"Professor McGonagall!" Marcus opened his mouth anxiously. He was already in such a miserable condition. If he was punished by a wave of points, wouldn't he be publicly executed in Slytherin?

Marcus just looks like a gorilla, but his brain is not...

(Isn’t this enough?)

Marcus: (O_o)?

"Okay, Mr. Flint, this matter is settled." Professor McGonagall said quickly, she wanted to completely establish an advantage before a greasy middle-aged man came over.

A certain college starts with minus [-] points?

This has never happened before.

Just when Marcus was about to say a few words of defense, the door to the Transfiguration Classroom opened with a bang.

How to describe the appearance of the visitor?

His body is thin, his unwavering eyes give people a cold and unfathomable feeling, and his huge aquiline nose hangs on his sallow-skinned face. Perhaps when he was ten years younger, his cheeks would be fuller and then he would be greasy. With his straight, short black hair with a twist at the end, he might as well be a rather charming English gentleman.

But now, those lifeless eyes, black from head to toe, and windless automatic cloak...

As expected of you, Professor Snape.

As a teacher within the Hogwarts system, and also the dean of Slytherin House, he is the new Potions Master in the wizarding world, but he has forced himself to live like a vampire.

After Professor Snape, Hufflepuff's dean, Professor Sputraw, came in. This was a short, fat witch with a round body and a smile on his face.

Of course, after hearing that something happened to his radish, Professor Sputraw might not be able to laugh anymore.

then……

Well, at the end there is a little man half as tall as Cedric. Of course, maybe there will only be two-fifths after this semester?

It all depends on how fast Cedric is growing.

"Severus, Pomona...and Professor Flitwick, you are all here." Professor McGonagall put down her work.

"Ten minutes ago, I received a message from Professor Robert. These children got into a fight on the Hogwarts Express."

Speaking of this, Professor Sputraw quickly looked at Cedric. At this time, the injuries on everyone's bodies had not been treated, which made them look a little miserable.

Professor Snape was much simpler. He just glanced at Marcus and Flinda and then looked away.

"They tore down a box on the Hogwarts Express and Lord Marcus Flint cast a curse on three other young wizards."

"Oh, it looks like he's not that stupid. There's still one or two curses that can fit into that troll-like head!"

After listening to Professor McGonagall's words, Professor Snape spoke slowly.

Listening to that half-dead voice, Lynch was a little unsure for a moment whether it was a compliment or a criticism. Anyway, it was full of irony, this damn yin and yang...

"Yes, it is indeed not easy for Mr. Flint." Professor McGonagall did not show weakness, but continued in a serious tone, "Especially after taking the initiative to use the curse and being attacked by a non-enrolled student. The kid fought back and knocked him unconscious.”

"Ok?"

Professor Snape frowned fiercely. This damn Professor McGonagall actually imitated his tone, and he was actually choked?

At this moment, Marcus finally got Professor Snape's direct gaze. That kind of gaze, that kind of look, was completely to cut Marcus open and see what was in Marcus's mind. Weird snot.

"Really?"

Professor Snape squeezed out a few words from his nose, and in an instant, Marcus' proud upper jaw had to hang down.

"Professor, there are three of them."

"Ok?"

Marcus remained silent. Sometimes, silence is the best answer.

"Professor Snape, Professor Snape!" Professor McGonagall coughed twice, "I have already given appropriate penalty points to several of them, but the next confinement work..."

"I know!" Professor Snape's shadow had moved behind several people at some point.

With a slight lift of his bloodless palm, Marcus immediately felt an irresistible force that helped his lower jaw catch up with his upper jaw.

"If nothing happens, I will take my students back first." Professor Snape said calmly, "As for Miss Flint..."

"The three of them still need to get to Madam Pomfrey's."

"No, it's not necessary." Professor Snape said without any emotion, "It's just a small curse injury. As a student of my college, I will naturally... cure it for Miss Flint!"

Professor Snape smiled coldly, and only then did Lynch realize that Flinda, who was originally stuck to his side, had already turned into a stiff piece of wood.

"Well, if you insist, Severus."