Chapter 100: Chapter 82: A Riot! A Slaughter!
"Why do you want
to watch this person?" Ian almost made eye contact with the sneaky guy looking around, but fortunately, he quickly pounced on Snape, pretending to cry.
"Aflisson Carlo, a seventh-year student, is doing very well academically, about to graduate. Unfortunately, he’ll probably spend the rest of his life repenting in Azkaban," Snape snorted, pushing Ian away. It seed he had a grasp of quite a bit of information, and it appeared that it was this Slytherin student who had unleashed the Fire Ash Snakes.
Totally unsurprising.
"The Divine Twenty-Eight Clans, huh."
Ian pouted.
"Keep an eye on him, and let
know what he’s up to." Snape continued to play dead.
"Can’t you give
so incentive!"
Ian grumbled.
"You’re protecting your school!" Snape responded irritably. Ian wanted to ask more questions, but Snape had no interest in continuing the conversation.
"Ugh, you’ve got . Indeed, I’m good pals with Hogwarts, so of course, I’ll protect it." Ian crawled out from under the classroom table.
He jogged back to the crowded center of the hall.
"Ian, is Snape really dead? They say his head was chopped off!"
So little wizards were inquiring about the Magic Potion Class professor’s condition. Clearly, Gryffindor students were tireless in spreading rumors about Snape, regardless of the circumstances.
"Probably not?"
Ian glanced in the direction where Snape was lying, and following Snape’s instructions, occasionally kept an eye on the seventh-year student Aflisson Carlo.
This guy seed very tense, clenching his fists, not going out with other seniors to help the professors, just pacing back and forth in the hall, hesitating about sothing.
"Didn’t die even when his head was chopped off?"
The little wizards exclaid continuously.
"....."
Ian almost couldn’t hold it in.
"Professor Snape’s Magic Potion class isn’t as good as yours, maybe you could beco our new Potions professor," mused a little wizard who had once attended Ian’s tutoring class.
First year.
That’s the age of thinking outside the box.
"Stop it, Professor Snape really holds grudges; I call him ’Dear Uncle’ a few tis and he’s ready to ss with ." Ian always kept a side eye on Slytherin.
Just at that mont.
He noticed Aflisson Carlo seed to have made up his mind, sneakily heading towards the sealed side door, and with a spell resembling the Wall-Penetrating Technique, he passed through as if nothing was there.
"Pure-blood Clan truly has resources! That magic isn’t in the textbooks!" Ian quickly followed, having to use the Unlocking Spell to crawl out through the sealed window beside him.
There weren’t many Fire Ash Snakes outside.
It seed they were mostly concentrated towards the main entrance of the hall.
"Where did he go!"
This wasn’t Ian’s question.
But Snape, who had been pretending to be dead for a while, tried to sneak a peek, only to see Ian squeezing out through the window.
Ian resealed the window.
"Damn it! You fool! I only told you to watch him!"
Snape bolted up in a mock deathbed leap!
A resurrection in place!
The hall erupted in cries of "rlin above
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