Chapter 55: Wilson Never Lets the Innocent Take the Blame!

Alright.

Students should definitely listen to their teachers.

Since Professor McGonagall said Professor Flitwick's attack had nothing to do with him, he would naturally believe it.

This gray-haired boy obediently followed the two professors to Hagrid's hut, soothing his pet Ice Phoenix, while truly looking like an innocent student.

Until they returned to the castle.

Caretaker Filch greeted them with a horrified expression, revealing a problem that was undeniably related to Wilson.

"Professor McGonagall, the Slytherin students are all hanging on the Great Hall's wall!"

The Slytherin students were not well-liked, so it wasn't surprising that no one from any other house had reported the incident in the Great Hall until Filch, during his late-night rounds, noticed the students hanging on the wall and become instantly terrified...

Imagine the scene...

An elderly night watchman pushing open the doors of the Great Hall.

As this watchman held his lantern to inspect around himself, he looked up to see a student hanging on the wall, no, a whole row of students hanging neatly on the wall!

This scene nearly scared Filch out of his wits!

No matter how brave Filch was, he was still frightened by this scene!

"What did you say?"

Professor McGonagall felt a wave of dizziness.

Her first thought was that Peter had done this!

She didn't expect...

That Peter would attack students!

If the Slytherin students were all dead in the Great Hall, it would be the greatest crisis Hogwarts had ever faced!

If an entire house of students were killed...

Neither Dumbledore nor Minerva McGonagall could bear to face such a tragedy, not because they might face dismissal, but because a group of innocent students had been harmed!

Indescribable fear and anger instantly filled Professor McGonagall's mind!

This head of Gryffindor was trembling as she spoke, her eyes reddening: "That... that man... how could he harm students..."

"Professor, what are you talking about?"

Wilson looked at Professor McGonagall in surprise, then glanced at Professor Sprout beside him, cautiously saying, "I think, it was me who hung those Slytherin guys on the wall during dinner. I thought Professor Snape would take them down?"

Wilson felt Professor McGonagall might have misunderstood, perhaps thinking that the incident of Slytherin students being hung on the wall was done by Peter, and was shaking with anger...

This was not good.

Wilson didn't like innocent people taking the blame.

Peter had already borne many burdens that weren't his.

As a humble conscientious student, Wilson thought he should take the responsibility for beating up Slytherin students.

Moreover, this matter couldn't be hidden anyway.

Coincidentally.

Professor Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff, was present, so Wilson wasn't worried about being questioned too much.

As the person at fault, Wilson felt no pressure explaining the situation: "During dinner in the Great Hall, the Slytherin students insulted me and even drew their wands to attack my Hufflepuff friends, so I had to hang them on the wall..."

"Well done."

Professor Sprout, true to her role as Hufflepuff's head of house praised Wilson without hesitation, reminding Wilson of the train's sweet seller he met on the Hogwarts Express.

Indeed.

They were all Hufflepuffs.

Even their way of praising was the same.

"..."

Professor McGonagall was at a loss for words.

She didn't know whether to be angry at Wilson's somewhat high-handed actions or relieved that the Slytherin students might be unharmed.

Wilson continued to explain calmly, "All the other house students were present and saw the Slytherin students initiate the attack. We were just innocent victims..."

"..."

Professor McGonagall felt her mind spinning.

If the Slytherin students were all sleeping in their dorms, while the Hufflepuff students had been hanging on the Great Hall wall all night, Wilson's claim of being a victim would have been believable...

"Alright, that seems about right..."

Professor Sprout was very willing to believe her students.

A Hufflepuff student would never lie.

Moreover, Wilson had enough evidence; a simple inquiry with students from other houses tomorrow would reveal the truth about the dinner conflict in the Great Hall.

The only issue was...

Wilson's methods were a bit high-handed.

Especially considering this kid had similar previous offenses.

"Mr. Wright..."

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath.

Leading the way to the Great Hall, she sighed: "I hope I don't hear tomorrow that Professor Snape was hung on the wall..."

Yesterday, Wilson hung the Slytherin prefects on the wall;

Today, Wilson hung the entire Slytherin house on the wall;

Tomorrow, will Wilson hang Slytherin's head, Professor Snape, on the wall?

"Of course not..."

Wilson quickly shook his head, frowning slightly: "I am no match for Professor Snape..."

Professor McGonagall took another deep breath, veins pulsing on her forehead: "Mr. Wright, if you could, would you really consider hanging your Professor Snape on the wall!"

At this moment...

Professor McGonagall finally found an outlet for her frustration!

The entire night...

Professor McGonagall felt she was being driven mad by various bizarre problems!

Whether it was the attack on Professor Flitwick by the perpetrator Peter Pettigrew, the mischievous Weasley twins awakening the Ice Phoenix, or the troublesome student Wilson Wright hanging people on the wall!

Hogwarts was having a tough year!

Professor Sprout smiled, patting Wilson's shoulder, indicating not to be afraid, and explained, "Minerva, don't scare the child, Wilson is still just a kid..."

"Professor Sprout."

Professor McGonagall sighed, holding her forehead in exasperation: "You can't always generously accommodate Hufflepuff students..."

"Wilson did nothing wrong."

Professor Sprout shook her head, continuing to defend her student with a hint of stubbornness: "An honest Hufflepuff would never bully others, and it doesn't mean they should be bullied for nothing either."

After speaking, Professor Sprout looked at Wilson with warm, kind eyes: "Little one, you did well, go back to your dorm and have a good sleep, don't worry about the rest."