Chapter 85

Lys wasn't entirely sure about the idea that "wizards evolved from monkeys," especially since Professor McGonagall could effortlessly transform animals into one another.

What's more, there was an advanced Transfiguration subject called Human Transfiguration, which clearly demonstrated that humans could indeed be altered by magic.

With that in mind, the mindset of those mad experimenters started to make a little more sense—like how she used to study the bones of injured beasts when their legs were broken, experimenting with her spells on them without a hint of guilt.

Lys shivered involuntarily. No, better not to understand it—because with her current abilities, she was far more likely to end up as one of their test subjects.

Her thoughts wandered as her hand mechanically waved her wand at the vase in front of her, murmuring the incantation.

At the moment, only Potter and Evans had successfully completed the spell. Potter's vase was enthusiastically proclaiming that Quidditch was the greatest sport in the wizarding world, while Evans's vase was dutifully reciting passages from A History of Magic.

Still lost in her thoughts about monkeys, Lys was suddenly startled by her own vase, which began shrieking at the top of its voice, "Monkey! Monkey! Monkey!"

The piercing sound filled the entire classroom, completely overpowering the Quidditch boasts and magical history recitations from the other two vases. Even Gabbang buried its head into Lys's robes in alarm.

Professor Flitwick looked momentarily surprised. This spell, when not fully mastered by beginners, typically caused the vase to repeat whatever had left the deepest impression on the caster recently.

But… monkey?

What monkey? Whose monkey? What on earth was going on with monkeys?

Just as Flitwick raised his wand to intervene, Lys swiftly cast a Silencing Charm on her peculiar silver vase.

Hmm, her spellcasting was quick and steady, her voice clear, and her wand movements simple yet efficient—impressively executed.

"Well done, three points to Slytherin. If you can control its volume next time, it'll be worth five points. Keep up the good work, child." Flitwick then cast a spell to restore the vase to its original, silent state.

Across the room, Snape frowned, his greasy hair falling over his face to obscure his expression as he continued practicing his spellwork.

It wasn't that he couldn't perform the spell, but he refused to let it succeed until he was certain he could control what the vase would say.

But… monkeys? What nonsense had this brainless reed encountered last night?

After class, Lys still seemed somewhat distracted. Meanwhile, Potter, with his usual flair for mockery, was loudly imitating her vase: "Monkey! Monkey! Maybe it's because Slytherin himself was rumored to look like a monkey? Haha!"

Noticing the dark looks from the Slytherins, Potter raised his eyebrows in a deliberately provocative manner.

Standing at a neutral distance from Evans, Lys said, "Oh, by the way, Snape, I almost forgot to tell you. The magical stabilizing potion I asked you to brew for me? Professor Slughorn discovered it had sugar added to it. Oh, he was furious, yes."

She didn't specify who was furious—Madam Pomfrey being upset would count just as well.

"Maybe whoever pulled that prank will lose twenty points? If they don't learn to behave, that is!"

"Oh, and for disrespecting a House Founder, Professor McGonagall would probably deduct another ten points, wouldn't she?"

As Evans turned to glare at Potter, her fiery red hair practically crackling with anger, Lys raised her head and walked out of the corridor.

She stood taller than most of the young wizards around her, making her swaying hair even more striking.

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