This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Snape did not return to the office, but went to the headmaster's office first.

He did not defend Crabbe and Goyle, but stated the facts with a cold expression.

"Severus, how do you want me to deal with this matter?"

"Let those two brainless little monsters get out of the school."

Dumbledore fell silent.

Snape certainly knew that this was impossible.

"No matter how many chances you give them, they are a group of hopeless little bastards."

"I don't think so, Severus."

It was Snape's turn to be silent.

He used to be such a bastard.

The more he regretted, the more he hated himself.

"Whatever you want."

Dumbledore watched him leave the headmaster's office.

Everyone has to pay for their mistakes, no matter who that person is.

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Neville did not go to the activity room, nor did he return to the common room.

He sat alone at the gate of the castle.

When he was extremely angry just now, he wanted to beat Crabbe and Goyle.

Maybe Snape deducted points for the moment, or maybe he felt that his anger was not yet ready to turn into strength.

In short, no one took action in the end.

"Wayne, where are you taking us!"

"You should stay here obediently."

Neville was so surprised that his mouth was wide open.

Crabbe and Goyle stood inside the door with gritted teeth.

Vincent sat next to him, "Do you want to beat them?"

"No - no."

If he was discovered, he would definitely be deducted points.

"Then I'll beat them for you?"

Neville suddenly grabbed Vincent, "The professors - they will find out."

"Go to the Forbidden Forest."

"I -" He let go of his hand and closed his mouth.

Want to beat them, of course I want to beat them.

But the consequence of doing so will bring trouble to Gryffindor College.

So he held back before.

Vincent's cold eyes swept over Crabbe and Goyle, "Follow me consciously, don't think about sneaking away quietly."

The two followed reluctantly.

As the four of them walked towards the Forbidden Forest, four little heads popped out of the door.

"Are we going over there?" James shook the camera in his hand.

"No need." Hermione turned and walked into the castle, "Neville will beat them up."

Alfred was a little worried, "What if they run away?"

"They dare not." Daphne looked away from the four people in the distance,

"Even if the school will not expel them, they must get Neville's forgiveness if they want to completely end this matter."

"Uh--" James put away the camera, "No wonder Malfoy and his group dare not even fart."

Not long after Neville walked out of the classroom, Vincent lifted Crabbe and Goyle's collars expressionlessly.

Draco, who was sitting in the middle, seemed not to see it, but Pansy and Blaise glared at him.

No matter how stupid he was, he should understand what was going on.

Although it didn't seem so voluntary.

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...

Outside the Forbidden Forest.

Vincent waved his wand and drew a circle under Crabbe and Goyle's feet.

"Stay inside and don't move."

He nodded at Neville, "You can do anything to them."

Crabbe and Goyle looked down at the small circle under their feet.

The distance was just enough to move, and they couldn't dodge even if they wanted to.

As for fighting back, it was even more impossible.

Just looking at the cold eyes that Vincent gave them throughout the whole process, even if they found an opportunity, they probably wouldn't be able to do it.

Neville drew out his wand, thought about it, and put it back.

In fact, he was no longer as angry as he was at the beginning.

But Crabbe and Goyle were bad guys who rubbed salt into his wounds, and they were villains who could not be easily forgiven.

"Ouch--" This kick landed on Goyle's stomach.

"Pa--" This slap landed on Crabbe's face.

Neville was panting heavily, and it seemed that he had almost vented his anger.

He looked at Vincent, as if asking what to do next.

"No one knows what happened here except us."

Neville loosened his tightly clenched fist, "I-I still want to beat them up."

"Then beat them hard."

He clenched his fist again, and many fighting skills he had learned flashed through his mind.

The most vulnerable part of the human body is the joint.

Grab the arm and twist it in the opposite direction, then hold it to the back of the waist and lift it up.

"Ah--" Goyle screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Neville hugged Crabbe's back, and raised his head a little bit with a red face.

Just when he was about to give up, he thought of his parents at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Maladies.

Stretch your legs straight and exert force on your waist.

"Don't make fun of me!"

Crabbe, who tried to struggle, fell headfirst to the ground.

Neville pushed him away, rode on him and punched him hard.

"My parents are heroes!"

After beating him more than a dozen times, he still felt unsatisfied.

Goyle covered his dislocated arm and stepped back subconsciously to step out of the circle.

"You are not qualified to laugh at them!"

A big slap in the face.

He protected his face with one hand in a daze.

Neville's forehead hit him hard.

Goyle, whose palm was numb from the impact, could clearly see the pair of eyes that seemed to be burning with anger.

He was very scared.

Vincent was counting on his fingers.

From the beginning to now, Neville has used more than 10 fighting techniques.

Crabbe, whose face was covered with bruises, had two teeth knocked out, and Goyle's pig-headed nose was crooked.

The Neville who is now paralyzed on the ground and gasping for air is the most real Neville.

"Are you relieved?" Vincent stretched out his hand towards him.

"It's so refreshing!" Neville put his hand on it.

Crabbe and Goyle were in so much pain that they couldn't stand up.

Even so, their eyes were filled with dissatisfaction.

"Do you want another beating?"

Neville shook his head, "I'm not one of them."

After venting, he seemed to stop stammering when speaking.

Vincent walked over and kicked each of them.

"Don't pretend to be dead, go back to Madam Pomfrey yourself."

Crabbe and Goyle stood up shakily.

Neville's breathing gradually calmed down, and he called to the two people who had only taken a few steps to stop,

"I'm not afraid of your revenge!"

They looked at each other, gritted their teeth and walked out of the forbidden forest quickly.

Is it over?

No, this is just the beginning.

Returning to the Court of Owls activity room, Neville was surprised to find a party going on inside.

"Peng——" A gorgeous firework exploded on their heads.

"Welcome back the Gryffindor hero!" Fred and George pulled him to the center with bright smiles.

"I'm not a hero, Vincent is."

"Don't be humble, you are a hero!"

"Those who dare to confront evil forces are all heroes!"

The shy Neville blushed, "Crabbe and Goyle will definitely not let it go like this. I don't even know what to do then."

Fred raised his hand and pointed at Vincent who was leaning against the door, "Our president is a good example for you."

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George smiled and lifted up his right sleeve, and patted the muscles that were barely strong with his right hand.

"You beat them back, and then beat them again until they dare not come."

Neville lowered his head and looked at his two fists, which were red and bruised.

It doesn't seem to hurt anymore.

If there were another time, he would beat them away openly.

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