Yoneyama's explanation didn't work much for Professor McGonagall, and it was clear that even Sirius, one of the parties, was unaware that his words were causing real damage, except for Professor Snape himself, Dumbledore, and Ellen on the side.

So, after almost much consideration, Professor McGonagall immediately made a decision: "Alan cooperates with me to stop Professor Snape, and the three of you are left to stop Sirius." ”

The matter has come to this point, of course, the person who made the fire is stopped first, and then the person who fights is already a big shame on the school, and if he can't stop it, I'm afraid that the three colleges that came to visit will laugh out of their teeth happily.

A few students nodded to each other, put on protection such as an iron armor charm for themselves, and rushed towards the battlefield over there, barely giving the people fighting inside a chance to react was a stun spell smashed over, even if it was the order of the vice principal, but the attack on the professor still made them very stressed.

However, Allen's side was not so anxious, and slowly took out his wand, although the spell used to attack seemed to be a little more powerful, but both the speed of the spell and the time it took for the spell to arrive were much slower than Professor McGonagall's use to block Professor Snape's attack, it was like releasing water.

However, it was clear that Professor McGonagall's attack was sufficient, and when her attack reached Snape's side, Snape had to be distracted by the attack's magic, and then his subsequent attacks naturally stopped.

It's normal that he was just out of control for a while by Sirius, and he didn't completely lose his mind, and stopped himself from making mistakes in time after discovering his mistakes.

Sirius also managed to suppress his anger, but he looked at Snape unconvinced, obviously estimating that it would not be long before they had to fight again.

"Tell me, I can't believe it, at this most important moment, the two of you are fighting like children in front of so many students," Professor McGonagall looked out from behind her glasses, pressing down on the two in front of her.

"No, wait, Professor, that's!" Sirius suddenly let out a voice mixed with frenzy and rage, and the wand he had put away fell into his hand, pointing directly at the group of students.

"Black, you're crazy!" Professor McGonagall shouted as she drew her wand and tried to stop Sirius from suddenly going berserk, before her movements suddenly stopped, as she also saw something that caught Sirius' attention.

Previously, the smoke and dust that had been beaten by the aftermath of the duel between the two professors had dispersed, but now the smoke and dust had partially dissipated, so that something that had been obscured leaked out, for example, a fluffy thing.

It was a small, toed-missing mouse.

At the moment, it was standing restlessly at the edge of the crowd, and when it spotted a wand pointed at it, it ran quickly, squeaking and chirping, and ran directly towards Professor Snape.

"Stop him, he's Wormtail!" Sirius's voice exploded directly in the area, and in his anxiety, he forgot to control his voice.

He didn't know why this old friend had the audacity to sneak into Hogwarts, but there was no doubt that the first priority at the moment was to catch this daring guy and kill him or something, so he would think about it later.

Apparently, the reminder startled Snape, but Spotted seemed to think he was one of his own, running straight towards him, trying to seek his refuge.

"Look, I knew he had a problem!" Sirius said with his wand drawn and pointed it directly at Snape, turning his head towards Professor McGonagall without looking back.

"Wait, Blake, maybe there's some misunderstanding in there. ”

"What misunderstanding can there be, anyway, the arrogant young master Black won't think he's wrong," Professor Snape's usual mocking tone sounded again, and with a flick of his wand at the rat underground, Spotted flew into the swing of the wand.

"The arrogant Young Master Black and his brainless brother Potter always don't go through their heads. As Professor Snape's words fell, the spotted scream that flew in mid-air quickly landed on the ground with a crisp snap.

Unfortunately, this was just the beginning, because after that, Madara flew into the air again, "like this disgusting mouse, disgusting." Spotted suddenly rose ten feet into the air, slammed to the ground with a thud, and then suddenly rose again.

"Severus, what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall calmed down a little, "are you going to perform this lynching in front of the students?"

"Of course not. Professor Snape stared at Sirius, his wand unstoppable, each rhythmic wave accompanied by a thud and a scream, making the smile on his face incomprehensible to Allen, the initiator.

"That's enough, snot, what if you either kill him, or send this damn bastard back to Azkaban to torture him in front of the students?"

"Oh, is our young Master Black distressed?" a smile appeared on Snape's face, followed by a slap of the rat that fell to the ground. "As you wish, we can interrogate this damn fellow. ”

Sirius's face looked a little better, and he and Professor McGonagall raised their wands at the same time, pointing at the half-dead mouse that had been dropped, and the spell appeared on the tip of their wand.

However, after a puff of smoke cleared, it was not a lewd mouse-like man who appeared in front of everyone, but a boy with slippery pale yellow hair, who was now lying on the ground moaning in pain, tears of humiliation and pain running down his face, and soon the floor was wet.

It's Malfoy.

"Oh my God!" Professor McGonagall shouted, and walked over quickly, taking a closer look, but Snape was now staring at Sirius with a hateful gaze, however, instead of a successful smile on Sirius's face, he read a look of confusion.

By the time the two of them looked at each other, Professor McGonagall had already finished a quick examination, "Thank goodness, nothing major has happened, but this child needs to recuperate, take him to the hospital immediately, and then ask Professor Snape for it"

Professor McGonagall was stunned.

Only then did she realize that the culprit who had beaten Malfoy like this was in front of her at this moment, and it was none other than the Slytherin Dean, Professor Snape.

It was embarrassing, but she quickly found the other culprit, Sirius.

"Professor Black, can you explain what's going on?" Professor McGonagall stared at Sirius suspiciously, Sirius was a typical troublemaker when he was in school, so it was most likely that he had prepared to pit Snape this time, after all, the person who recognized Spotted was Sirius himself, which triggered the next incident.

"I swear Professor McGonagall, I really did think of him as Spotted, and that's what I did. Sirius said angrily that he couldn't be aggrieved until now, you know, today's incident was originally Snape's trouble, but he hadn't beaten Snape yet, and he hadn't vented his anger yet.

Sirius's suspicions were quickly cleared, and if he really had the ability to play ghosts, it would have been impossible for him to be suppressed and beaten by Snape just now.

And on Professor Snape's side, it is clear that he is not the kind of person who beats children on a rainy day, and he is also idle, and according to his protection of Slytherin, what just happened would not have happened normally.

As far as Professor McGonagall knows, Snape and Sirius don't deal with the quartet much anyway, and if they deal with Spotted, although it is a bit too much revenge, it is still understandable.

Professor McGonagall looked to the side.

"Alan, did you do it?"

Isn't it?

Allen's eyes were full of sincerity, and his expression was extremely natural: "Of course it's not me, professor, you know, I haven't had a record of shooting at junior students, it's a shame to beat junior students, I started with second-graders when I was in the first grade." ”

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Allen's defense made the prefects behind him almost can't help but squirt, and as for Professor Snape, his face turned pale, and the professors knew very well who it was.

However, the professors' faces were not good, and Allen's suspicions were washed away all at once, he didn't know anything at first, or Professor McGonagall called over, why did he target a junior ghost?

"That's strange, this kind of transfiguration is very demanding, and it's too difficult to mislead Sirius, how can a normal student do it?"

"Well, Professor, could it be the same guy who got Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire from earlier, who made Harry a warrior and disguised the students as Blob, maybe there was any other plan?"

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Is this okay?Alan watched a cauldron fly straight into the distance under the speculation of the Ravenclaw prefect, and his heart was broken, this brain hole is too powerful, right?

Anyway, no matter what Alan thinks, the matter is still very easy to solve On the premise that he doesn't have to take the blame, the handling of the two professors involved in the fight is all piled up to Dumbledore, even Alan and their prefects can't be known, and Malfoy's classmates are still lying in the hospital now, and it is estimated that he will have to mix the Hogwarts headlines for at least a week or so...

Originally, Alan was going to slip to the hospital once, but unfortunately, just as he was about to leave, Professor McGonagall directly stopped him: "Oh, by the way, Alan, I was almost by the two of them Today is the day of the wand test, it just so happens that you take Harry over, and in the interview session after that, try not to talk if you can, the invited reporter Rita Skeeter is not a welcome person." ”

This person Alan is very familiar with the news fabricator who is not a good bird, and a sentence can write you a paragraph of black material, and the automatic recording quills in her hand, because of its powerful fabrication ability, is said to be expected by countless authors...

However, this was clearly not a good time for Allen to think about it, as Professor McGonagall had entrusted Harry with Harry to take Harry to test his wand and everything before sending the two professors who had finished the fight away.

Compared to this boring thing, he would rather help others block the news or something, although he definitely can't hide it, but as long as it doesn't spread too much, even if he completes the task, he can be lazy.

It's a smaller classroom, and most of the desks have been pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle. But there were three desks facing each other, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet. Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs, one of which sat Ludo Bagman, who was talking to a witch that Alan had never seen before.

The witch was dressed in a magenta robe, her hair was delicate, stiff, and grotesquely curly, and her fat fingers clutched at a crocodile-skin handbag, and her nails were two inches long and painted red. Although he had never seen him, looking at that face, Alan naturally connected him to the annoying reporter.

Sure enough, Bagman quickly told the crowd of warriors what he was doing today and introduced the lady.

"We have to check that your wand is fully functional and in good condition, because it is your most important instrument in future competitions. "The Expert is upstairs, with Dumbledore. Then it's time to take a few photos. This is Rita Skeeter," he said, gesturing to the magenta-robed witch, "She's writing a little article for the Daily Prophet about the tournament..."

Small article?

Alan glanced at the reporter and felt that Bagman thought too little about the existence of big news, small articles?

Give her a word, she can choreograph a drama for you, or the kind that is popular with the audience, if you have the talent, you don't want to play dramas, high-end literature and art, and it's too condescending to be a royal reporter in the Ministry of Magic.

However, Allen's side is just complaining, but the other party has already found delicious prey.

"Can I have a few words with Harry before we get started?" she asked Bagman, but her eyes remained firmly fixed on Harry, "Youngest warrior, you know... To add a little color to the article. ”

She stared at Harry like a beast on a rabbit.

Bagman just nodded in amazement, and she pounced, grabbed Harry, and froze.

A finger was placed on her arm, petrifying hers, "I'm sorry, but I wasn't able to do it on the behalf, Professor McGonagall. ”