Snape didn't delay too long and was quick to give a penalty.

His potion was missing two assistants, and the "good thing" fell on the Weasley twins, when the potion was finished, and when their punishment was over. In addition, due to several of their crimes, Gryffindor deducted twenty points each.

Frankly, this is more fair than Carl thought.

Could it be that even Snape, after taking the position of school administrator, began to think about justice?

"As for you, Carl." The mockery in Snape's eyes was everywhere, "I think the stupid big guy guarding the Forbidden Forest will like you, after all, you have similar minds. ”

Of course, there are still a lot of points that should be deducted.

Karl resisted Snape's slander at him, and now was not the time to settle scores.

He lowered his head again and wiped the corners of his eyes—it was so dry that Karl quickly raised his sleeve to cover his eyes, "No, Professor Snape." I regret it, really, Professor Snape, I should have stopped Fred and George, but you know, they insisted on going, it was a long secret passage, and I was worried about them······"

Gryffindor had to deduct too many points, and he had to find a way to reduce it a little, or Karl suspected that Professor McGonagall would be in a hurry when he returned.

He spoke with emotion, trying to remember the performances he had seen on TV, and finally left a few tears.

Fred and George were stunned, and they had to admit that they still underestimated Carl.

They may have a talent that Karl can't match, but when it comes to escaping blame, Karl is better than them.

Unfortunately, it was Snape who he bumped into.

Even after a few months of getting along, they were still far from knowing Professor Snape.

The other professors liked him, and he was good enough. For such children, professors are often a little biased, and even if they make mistakes, they will find reasons in their hearts to excuse them, especially if the child has a good attitude of admitting mistakes.

But Snape was not such a man.

Snape sneered and said, "Take, close, Carl, put away your disgusting performance, he's disgusting." ”

His eyes purred, as if he had thought of something happy, and the smile on his face became brighter: "Of course, I can give you a chance." Peeves has caused a sensational tragedy in the restaurant, and if you can clean up the mess, I can get you a chance to get your sentence reduced. ”

The smell of a big dung bomb is not so pleasant.

Snape was undoubtedly torturing him, and it was only a chance to reduce his sentence.

Karl opened his mouth, but finally chose to accept.

Man is a sword, I am a fish.

For some reason, such a sentence suddenly popped into his mind.

Carl agreed.

The verdict has come down, and the twins have been asked to leave – their confinement is set up for the night.

Snape led Carl to the door of the dining room, where Carl carried a bucket full of water provided by Snape, and a mop provided by Filch was placed diagonally in the bucket.

The gate was closed, and even so, the yellowish gas slowly emanated from the cracks, exterminating all living things within three meters of the gate.

Most of the students had already left, and those who were still watching the excitement were far away, pointing at the hourglass representing Gryffindor in the hall.

Some of the gems that had been piling up at the bottom had disappeared without a trace.

"It must be Carl! Fred! George! Carl heard Lee Jordan boasting from afar, and many people gathered around him to listen, "Only the three of them can do such a lack of morality!" ”

"You tell them to be honest and don't let me run into them in a no-man's land!" A senior in a Slytherin uniform said viciously, "How dare he incite Peeves to throw big dung bombs in the cafeteria!" ”

Several students from different grades and different colleges also expressed similar opinions, and they all said that if they had the opportunity, they would educate these little radish heads well.

This incident was so bad that it could even be said to have provoked public anger. The speeches of these seniors were not so much to teach Carl and the others a lesson, but to solemnly warn these people.

It's okay to play pranks, but you have to have a bottom line.

The Gryffindor seniors present rarely did not protect themselves in person, only the tall student said dryly: "Snape will not let them go." ”

With a wave of Snape's wand, a large bubble enveloped him, and with another wave, the door opened a slight gap, and then a great force poured out from behind Karl, pushing him into the door.

Before Karl could gain a foothold, the door slammed shut with lightning speed.

As far as the eye can see, there is a mess inside.

Countless foods were discarded on the table, on the floor.

Because people were rushing out of the gate, a lot of food was even trampled into a lump.

In the air, after the toilet is not flushed in the summer, the heavy smell of fermentation and brewing mixes with the aroma of Hogwarts' fine lunch.

The aroma was like a traitor leading the way, inducing the nose to let go of its defenses, and then a group of devils rushed into the nasal cavity to make a threat, reaching the door of the brain.

Carl now knew why those students were so angry. He walked a few steps, and after seeing a mass of vomit that no one had vomited, he finally couldn't help but retch.

Thankfully, I haven't had lunch yet. Karl was a little glad in his heart, and he vowed to find a magic to forget his memory when he returned, and to erase this unforgettable memory from his memory once and for all.

Peeves didn't know where he was going.

Carl glanced at the table next to him, and saw that there were still brownish-yellow splashes on it, and he even saw a yellowish substance floating on a cup of tea.

God, this can't really be made of!

Carl felt his stomach start tumbling again.

After a cursory tour of the site, Carl placed the bucket and mop on the ground, two things that he couldn't do in an afternoon.

Now, it's time for magic to come in.

He took out his wand, and the idea of using magic to solve this problem was extremely firm, although he really didn't know what magic was suitable for the current scene, didn't Polo say that the so-called magic is not a miracle that only exists to fulfill the desire of the heart?

Didn't he invent a lot of magic himself before he studied it?

If it's the wand that chooses the wizard, then you'll be able to answer my cravings!

Carl clenched the wand in his hand, the cold wand was as cold as ever, but Carl felt it, he did feel that from the deepest part of the wand, the warmth was becoming more and more obvious.

There must be some kind of magic that makes these things disappear!

The wand in his hand was trembling, and it was getting hotter and hotter.

Carl felt, smelling the disgusting aura around him, and the longing in his heart grew stronger.

He closed his eyes to make his focus more focused.

Soon, he saw it.

A flame, a green flame burned fiercely.

They came together and formed a figure in Carl's mind.

The figure's face was blurred, and he had a wand identical to Carl's in his hand.

What is it?

Carl didn't know, but knew from the first sight of the figure that it was the answer he was looking for.

He raised his wand as the figure raised his wand and roared:

“Fiendfyre！”