Chapter 210: The Academy Battle (III)

"I've taught for so many years—never imagined—students fighting on such a large scale—"

Professor McGonagall was so furious that her bun was askew, her eyes sweeping over the students.

She quickly spotted Harry and Ron tied up with ropes, Hermione with teeth longer than her chin, Ginny covered in cream, the twins drenched in dung... students either unconscious or half-sitting, half-lying...

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous!" she shouted, her anger more intense than any student had ever seen, "You dared to point your wands at your classmates, fighting amongst yourselves!"

Snape, with a cold expression, waved his wand to cast Finite Incantatem, rescuing the little snakes still dancing at his feet.

He suddenly felt he'd rather watch the Dark Lord perform ballet than deal with the four houses fighting.

Fortunately, finding out the cause of the incident didn't require him to think much, as when Potter was present, he was inevitably the culprit:

"Potter, is it you who started this, isn't it?"

Harry's face was swollen, teeth missing, mumbling something unclear, but his eyes showed it wasn't anything pleasant.

Snape sneered slightly, extending a long, yellowed finger, pointing at Draco sitting on the ground:

"Malfoy, explain."

Draco's face was also swollen like a bun, but luckily his teeth were intact, allowing him to speak without a lisp:

"Potter attacked me first—sir—"

Fire flashed in Harry's eyes again, and he protested loudly with his lisping teeth:

"We... were... attacking each other!"

Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick rushed over, almost fainting at the sight of the bruised eagles and badgers.

Professor Flitwick was about to reprimand but was nearly nauseated by the stench in the air:

"Ugh—this smell—ugh—"

Professor McGonagall immediately realized the smell came from the twins' dung bombs, and she roared again like a lion:

"Weasley! You—you dared—"

All the Weasleys present shuddered heavily.

"I must write to your parents about your conduct at school!"

Ron let out a desperate moan, Ginny almost wanted to cast a Stupefy on herself, and Fred and George rarely showed bitter smiles, ready to receive a Howler from their mom.

Professor Sprout clutched her chest, suddenly feeling countless Devil's Snares dancing before her eyes:

"Can anyone explain what exactly happened here?"

After surveying around, Professor McGonagall quickly caught Ron, realizing the Gryffindor trio was all present, she shouted:

"Ron Weasley! Explain the situation!"

Ron untied the ropes shakily, feeling that Professor McGonagall was as terrifying as a Hungarian Horntail now.

"We... we wanted to invite... dance partners..." he trembled, his teeth chattering, "but... bumped into the Slytherins... Harry and Malfoy... they... then... Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students..."

Though he was too nervous to be coherent, the four professors quickly pieced together the event from his disjointed words.

A bloodbath triggered by inviting dance partners.

"I never knew Gryffindors would collectively invite Slytherins one day."

Snape crossed his arms, not believing Ron's explanation at all, turning to Professor McGonagall:

"To me, it seems he's covering for Potter—"

His words stuck in his throat as he followed Ron's gaze, seeing Jane Yu chewing peanuts.

And the students lying on the ground or sitting also turned their eyes towards her.

Jane Yu, shocked by being the focus of everyone's gaze, stepped back, dropping her peanuts.

After Snape was called away by Professor McGonagall, she hurriedly went to the kitchen to grab peanuts to watch the drama—

Why did she feel like she was the drama now?

This incident... she wasn't even present... should have nothing to do with her, right?

But how did they start fighting?

Didn't they care about house points anymore?

And Daphne, who had just awoken from a Stupefy, immediately saw Jane Yu's shocked face.

She was about to greet her but remembered something, pulled out a mirror to check her appearance—

Her face covered in cream, spaghetti, bacon... unknown food... emitting a strange odor...

She decided to bury her head back into the pizza.

Seeing Daphne's actions, the students followed suit, using their hands as pizza, trying to cover their faces, hoping Jane Yu wouldn't recognize them.

Embarrassment and shame made their faces even redder, wishing they could find a black bag to hide their heads. If their hands were bigger, they would cover their entire bodies to hide their humiliation.

Looking like this, if their toes worked together, the four founders wouldn't need to work hard to remodel the castle.

"You—you—you fought for this reason—"

"Miss Jane—she—you—she—she wasn't even there—"

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout were speechless, unable to accept their students doing such absurd things.

They had made numerous guesses on the way here.

Like insults over bloodline concepts leading to inter-house wars.

After all, such large-scale conflicts had hardly occurred during their teaching years.

But the truth was completely beyond their imagination.

A little badger sniffled under Professor Snape's gaze, uncontrollably hiccupping, the Jane Yu charm making a heart shape fell from his pocket, and he reached out to rescue it but was beaten by Snape.

Snape's face turned even darker, he picked up the charm, looked at it twice, and angrily stuffed it into Jane Yu's hand.

He then turned around, glaring at the students lying on the ground:

"The air is filled with the stench of adolescent hormones, truly nauseating."

Jane Yu looked at the charm in confusion, seemingly understanding something.

This drama... could it really be related to her?

These people... could they have treated her as some human figurine?

Seizing the opportunity of the ball, wanting to dance with her?

Making her cosplay herself in the game?

Truly puzzling.

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