Chapter 77： nasty schoolgirl

The students of Hogwarts and Nurmengard scuffled together. The two sides who had been grumbling for a long time fought each other. The roars of the boys and the screams of the girls were mixed together.

"Don't fight anymore." A girl shouted loudly from the side, but the wizard who used his fists not only lost his magic power, but also lost his mind.

And Sean was pulled behind by others long before he started, so it would be a little difficult to go forward.

"Stop it all!" A stern female voice was amplified by magic.

However, the red-eyed students did not take it to heart.

"Roar—" A high-pitched dragon roar sounded, and the students were startled all of a sudden. They separated and looked around in horror.

Why are there fire dragons in the castle?

"Thank you, Newt." Professor McGonagall hurriedly thanked Newt beside him who was taking something back into his arms.

"All stand back for me!" She raised her wand and walked between the two groups, her stern face trembled slightly with anger, "How dare you?!"

"A group of wizards, fighting in the castle?!" Professor McGonagall looked sternly at everyone, including the students of Nurmengard.

"Everyone who did it just now will be punished!"

Filch came up and said, "Professor McGonagall, my suggestion is to restart the dungeon. You know, I oil those shackles every day..."

"Argus, I don't have time to discuss this with you now." Professor McGonagall interrupted him bluntly, then waved his wand.

Those students who were still breathing heavily found that a round silver spot was printed on their shoulders.

"Tonight, everyone will come to my office. Anyone who doesn't come will be at their own risk. I will know. As for your stupid injuries, go to Madam Pomfrey to get the medicine yourself!"

Although Nurmengard had a small number of people, it did not suffer too much. At this moment, they all snickered.

Professor McGonagall turned around at once: "Don't think that if you are not my students, you will not be punished. I will explain it to your vice-principal in detail!"

The smiles of those students froze on their faces. It seemed that Vita Rozier was also a figure similar to Professor McGonagall in Nurmengard.

Standing on the spot, Sean turned his head and looked at his shoulder, there was no silver circle there.

As a 'culprit' or a 'mastermind' in another sense, I don't need to be punished, oh, it's a little disloyal...

That night, a large group of students with swollen pigs' heads lined up outside the infirmary. After they got their medicines, they had to go to Professor McGonagall's office again.

Everyone who came out from there was a little embarrassed. It seemed that they had been scolded, and everyone had received various punishments.

George and Fred, who shouted the loudest, were going to clean the owl shack, and they were not allowed to use any magic, and the twins' eyes almost lost their radiance.

Some students went to secretly inquire about the news. The students of Nurmengard were also punished by Rosier, but the reason for the punishment was not the fight, but the failure to win the fight...

Those students would undergo brutal physical training on their off days.

The students on both sides were very dissatisfied with their punishment, but they did not dare to contradict the professor, so all kinds of swear words would come out everywhere in the castle as long as the students of the two schools met.

Although no one should dare to attack before the punishment is over, the atmosphere in the castle is getting more and more tense.

"Frankly speaking, I didn't learn anything from this academic exchange." On Saturday, Hermione complained to Sean with her notebook, and the two were preparing to go to the library together.

"I've been taunted three times by people I don't know at all." Hermione was a little angry, she always felt that the fight between the two schools was too stupid (except for Sean).

Sean followed her and shrugged helplessly. He thought that Dumbledore and Grindelwald had some ideas in facilitating this exchange, but now it seems that there is no movement at all.

He hadn't even seen Dumbledore at the dinner party for days.

Rounding the corner, Hermione sighed irritably, "It's going to be the fourth time..."

Along the corridor, several Nurmengard students were talking over there. They saw Sean and Hermione, and immediately laughed.

"Here's the furry little kid, oh, and her poodle." The other party winked at the two of them with a strong German accent.

I don't dare to fight now, but all kinds of ridicule are getting more and more vulgar.

Sean squinted his eyes, and it's okay to mock him for a few words, but the other party is getting more and more excessive.

Moreover, he hated the most when others laughed at his curly hair, which Mrs. Wallup designed for him.

He took a step forward, and just as he was about to speak, a voice rang from the side.

"If stupidity hurts, you must be crying all day."

Stephanie appeared out of nowhere. She put on another pair of glasses with thick lenses, but there was no expression on her face and there was no fluctuation in her tone. However, the words that came out of their mouths had already made the faces of the Nurmengard students turn red.

"Third grader?" The Nurmengards identified Stephanie's grade through the uniform, and sneered by themselves, "Can little kids be admitted to Hogwarts now?"

Stephanie's expression didn't change: "You can go to Madam Pomfrey to check your **** to see if you have brain damage."

"Pfft." Hermione, who was originally angry, laughed out loud.

Sean's expression did not fluctuate, and he even frowned.

The expressions of those few people were even more ugly. They stood up straight in exasperation and said fiercely, "Do you want me to clean up your mouth for you, little bitch..."

Before he could finish speaking, a lot of bubbles appeared in his mouth.

Stephanie held up her wand and looked at them blankly.

Silent casting? Sean frowned, Stephanie was only in the third grade, how could she be so strong?

Although the students of Nurmengard have bad mouths, their brains are still there. The wizards who can cast spells silently are not something they can afford.

Without even letting go of the harsh words, a few people ran away in despair.

Stephanie withdrew her wand, a piece of paper floated to Sean's hand, and she walked away quickly.

His attitude was already obvious. He didn't speak ill of Stephanie because of Grindelwald's sake. So, she still wants to come over? Is this girl sick...

Sean glanced impatiently at the handwriting on the note.

I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me.

Hermione stopped laughing now, she looked at Sean: "What happened between you two?"