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"Move! Move!"
"Lisa, I see you!"
"This is morning training, not nap time! Get away from Shafiq!"
"Maynard, you son of a bitch!"
"Don't make me hit you with a Cruciatus!"
"Millicent, my dear sister, want to know which spell makes people fly the farthest?"
"Don't want to know? Then get up!"
"Damn it, Malfoy!"
"Are you blind!"
"Crabbe and Goyle are falling asleep! Throw those two castrated bulls into the Black Lake to wake them up!"
The Black Lake shore as lively as ever in the early morning.
Laughter rose and fell. Only Male Prefect Burst's roars carried indescribable irritation.
In the four days Tiger disappeared—
Slytherin's little snakes seemed to find new entertainment. Like how to make the usually elegant, gentle Male Prefect Burst look ferocious...
Honestly—
Even Male Prefect Burst hadn't expected this. Once upon a time, Slytherin students still maintained proper rules and order.
But now—like a herd of wild horses. Their unruly aura growing thicker.
Almost everyone instinctively resisted orders from anyone except Father. As if building an insurmountable invisible wall in their hearts.
If you wanted them to obey—only one method. Beat them into submission.
But even so—
Male Prefect Burst felt quite exhausted.
He'd beaten them. Whether they submitted? That was another story.
Just as he silently sighed—
Midair above the Black Lake shore suddenly bloomed with brilliant light. Like molten metal. Sparks flying. A dazzling, mysterious ring of light instantly drew everyone's gaze.
"Slytherin! Scatter!"
Male Prefect Burst warily raised his wand.
Spatial magical fluctuations intermittent but extremely intense. Like some existence forcibly tearing through Hogwarts' space. About to succeed.
You had to know—Apparition-type spatial magic couldn't be used at Hogwarts at all.
The other little snakes knew this wasn't playtime. Under each year's leaders' commands, they scattered. Quietly drew wands and guns.
Neville hoisted the completely exhausted Harry onto his shoulder. Ready to dodge danger...
With a slight hissing sound—
Colliding sparks drawn by invisible force. Began spiraling and interweaving like a vortex. Space seemed cut. Gradually expanding into a perfect circular portal.
A fierce, robust figure suddenly appeared before all of Slytherin. Behind Tiger—the Slytherin common room clearly visible...
"Merlin's lacy knickers!"
Lisa's eyes went round. Showed the same shock and disbelief as everyone else.
"This is the ultimate night raid technique..."
The doujin girl trembled as she muttered.
In this silent atmosphere, swallowing sounds particularly jarring. In that mosaic-covered mind, all kinds of perverted thoughts even covered the mosaics.
Riley Shafiq ignored the nearly-mad-with-excitement Lisa. Instead turned to look at the prefect.
"Farley, how did he..."
"How did he do that?!"
The short-haired girl's face slightly pale. Her usually calm, composed voice actually revealed a faint tremor.
A beast in the distance wasn't scary.
What was scary—this beast could appear behind you anytime. In your home. Anywhere you couldn't imagine.
Gemma Farley still maintained that calm, composed appearance. As if she'd known about this long ago. Only those slightly pursed lips showed some helplessness and emotion.
"I don't know either."
"Anyway, this beast just did it. At first I didn't know what he was doing either. Until last night, I saw the Centaur tribe in his dormitory."
This beast's fists were already unreasonable.
Didn't expect his magic to become unreasonable too.
Honestly—
She'd probably never forget how twisted the horror and shock on those unruly Centaurs' faces looked when they saw Tiger suddenly appear.
Like riding a train, singing songs, drinking coffee—suddenly Voldemort right in your face.
That feeling—
Like entering a horror story...
"Good morning, everyone."
With an oppressive greeting, Tiger stepped out from the common room. Stood on the Black Lake shore's lawn.
Behind him—the spark-flying portal closed. The violently fluctuating space instantly calmed. As if nothing happened.
"G-good... morning... Father..."
The Slytherins stammered their replies.
"Looks like..."
"You've been having fun lately?"
Tiger rolled up his sleeves. Smiled without warmth as he looked at the crowd. Little snakes' faces paled. Shook their heads in unison. Hid wands and guns behind their backs.
"Lisa, Millicent, Crabbe, Goyle..."
With the light roll call—
The bronze brass knuckles on his fingers began deforming. Twisting. Stretching and extending. Gradually transforming into the Basilisk Staff.
The amber gemstone snake eyes flickered with profound light. As if containing independent consciousness. Slightly rotating. With a gaze that judged all things. Watching everything around.
Goyle's fat cheeks rippled in waves. Crabbe's face went deathly pale, eyes rolled back, directly fainted. Seeing his friend's clever collapse, Goyle also fell stiffly.
Draco desperately covered his face.
"Sorry, Father..."
Millicent Burst looked at her expressionless brother. Then with a mournful face, covered her ears and crouched down.
"Fine, fine, you win!"
Lisa huffily walked over. Crouched beside Millicent Burst.
The next second—
Like golf balls—Tiger swung and sent them flying. Piercing screams rose into the air. Two towering water columns suddenly splashed on the Black Lake surface.
Theodore's tense expression showed some relief.
Already quite good. Two years ago, the Winchester's gunshots didn't distinguish between genders...
Pansy and Daphne quickly exchanged a glance. Sweat-covered pale faces flashed with post-disaster relief.
How cold the Black Lake water was—
Just thinking about it made their bodies shiver uncontrollably.
Tiger's eyes lowered. Looked at the ground.
Feeling the tangible oppressive sensation, Crabbe and Goyle's bodies twitched like pupae.
The Basilisk Staff quietly twisted and deformed. Snake scales spiraled and flipped. Finally transformed into the Winchester shotgun.
The dark barrel pointed at the ground. Radiating cold, dangerous aura.
"Playing dead—crime doubled..."
Inside the Great Hall—
Slytherins quietly ate breakfast. Not a single noise. This made other houses curiously look over. But didn't see anything special.
Draco disappointedly pulled out two Blood-Replenishing Potions. Threw them into Crabbe and Goyle's arms.
"Next time, if Father shoots you full of holes, I won't say a single word for you!"
Crabbe and Goyle shook their heads repeatedly. Then hurriedly drank the Blood-Replenishing Potions. Their pale, ugly faces finally regained some color...
Blaise and others couldn't help but snicker.
Don't look at how these two fatties got shot full of holes—they'd dare do it again next time. Even the time after that.
Honestly, they kind of admired them.
"Hm?"
"Where did Father go?"
Male Prefect Burst looked puzzled toward the Great Hall entrance. Then looked at Theodore.
Remembering Tiger's excited, malicious smile before leaving, Theodore silently sighed.
"If I'm not mistaken, he should've gone to the Headmaster's office..."
All of Slytherin: "???"
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