Chapter - 21 Snape and white milk

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William just opened and closed his mouth, wanting no part in the this madness murder of music, for hell Beethoven will roll in his grave right now, if he knew about such blasphemy.

In the Hufflepuff side some sang it like it was their National Song.

Amidst the murder of melody , William couldn't help but think how could Dumbledore even like this, the strongest possibility is that he is tone deaf otherwise no one can like this Garbage.

As the collective singing wrapped up, only the Weasley twins were still singing, with the rythm of" Death March."

Dumbledore used his wand to conduct the last few bars for the two of them, and when they were done singing, his applauded loudly.

"AThe time to enlighten the Hogwarts wizards with some mind-bending tunes from the Modern world will come." William mused to himself.

He aimed to ensure that in future sing-alongs, the wizarding choir would stick to one melody, always ringing out with just a single tune in their ears.

Perhaps like country music or some choir music.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore remained oblivious to William's musical scheme, wiping his eyes with his hands. Whether they were tears from happiness of singing the song or making everyone go through hell, No one knew.

Dumbledore appeared lost in the melody, reminiscing about his past.

William suspected it might have stirred memories of Dumbledore's first love.

Perhaps he even considered using this song for his own wedding, must have been the reason he is still single.

For what seemed like an eternity, Dumbledore rambled on for ten minutes, showering praise upon the Hogwarts headmaster who had composed the school song. Even having the gall to call her the greatest lyricist.

'my foot great, if that old bones was alive I swear, I would have shoved a rocket launcher so up his arse, that instead of the song all he could do was scream.

Amidst Professor McGonagall's persistent coughing, he reluctantly drew the dinner to a close.

The Ravenclaw first years followed behind Prefect Robert Hilliard, going through the bustling crowd on the way out of the dining room.

Amidst the rush, a ruckus arose near the Gryffindor table.

Percy, flailing his arms wildly, yelled, "I'll hex you into a dancing pineapple, and then make a pineapple juice out of you."

William, taken aback by Percy's unusual anger, considering his usual purer than tho demeanor, and how much he cared about his image.

Meanwhile, George, hid behind Lee Jordan, whined, "Why are you yelling at us, what did we do."

Percy gritting his teeth in frustration, muttered, "Why does everyone have the same answers as mine for the summer homework."

Fred sidestepped the flying shoe and whispered, "Who's to say... Perhaps this time the assignment was unusually tough this time?"

William suddenly realised that Percy was the one who'd provided the answers for the fourth-year summer homework.

Percy, unaware of this, had been proudly flaunting the solutions, only to be hit with the startling revelation.

It appears the twins snagged Percy's homework answers over the summer, made copies, and sold it for a profit, without offering Percy a penny or snt5form of credit.

"I'll kill you both!" Percy roared, tossing Wood's remaining shoe into the air.

George, summoning a stick seemingly out of nowhere, swung it swiftly, intercepting the shoe as if it was a Bludger.

Morale - never slip off your shoes during meals, unless you want your shoe to go flying.

For example, Wood... He sat with a box of pudding, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle.

Wood cheered, "Brilliant shot!"

Offering expert commentary, he added, "Great accuracy, power, and perfect timing there, George.

You've got what it takes for the school team. Seems like Charlie trained you a lot over the summer!"

" join the team trials next week! With you and your brothers, we'll surely win the Quidditch Cup this year..."

and on and on it went...

These shoes...

Why do they look so familiar?

"Where are my shoes?!" Wood yelled, standing on a chair, his pink socks showcasing the portrait of the famous witch singer, Cedina Warbeck.

"Hey, stop it, I said stop it Those shoes are super special, limited edition, signed by Aidan Lynch himself."

Wood's yelling, trying to put an end to the shoe-throwing chaos.

Aidan Lynch, the Irish national Quidditch team Chaser, was Wood's hero.

Despite Wood's loud protests, the shoes continued their trajectory, ending up with a resounding crash in the guest area.

Meanwhile, Snape, sporting his usual disdainful expression, seemed utterly uninterested in Dumbledore's chatter about rock and roll.

As the shoes fell, Snape's face twisted in revulsion from their pungent smell.

They seemed destined to strike him square in the face.

In a panic, Snape aimed his wand, ready to shout the curse "Confringo"to blast off the shoes.

But in a split-second decision, he subtly redirected the airborne footwear toward Professor Tywin, who was completely caught off guard nearby.

Professor Snape's lips curled into a smug smile. With a flick of his wand and a hint of theatricality, he tucked it back into the folds of his wizarding robes.

Looking at Dumbledore, Snape inquired lazily, "What were you saying, I didn't quite heard you."

Effortlessly executed, his greasy hair barely even shifted. It was a testament to the frightening prowess of a wizard with impeccable agility.

Professor Tywin, renowned for his remarkable agility, casually evaded the shoe flying his way.

With a swift motion, he twisted his head to the side, causing the shoe to graze his blond locks before veering off course and striking Hagrid further down the table.

Hagrid, quick to react, opened his trusty pink umbrella, resembling a worn-out cloth more than a protective device.

But appearances can be deceiving!. The shoe smacked the umbrella's surface, forming a prominent dent before rocketing off.

Hagrid pulled out someone's special move, the "All Mighty Push."

Thump!

The shoe again flew past Professor Tywin's nose, causing him to take a deep, unfortunate sniff. The smell nearly made him vomit last night's dinner.

Luckily, his nose, not being the longest, managed to escape a shoe-inflicted injury. Yet, nearly getting killed by the lingering smell was hardly a delightful experience, despite avoiding a broken nose.

Tywin finally grasped the reality of the gossip "Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship is cursed."

Nothing said he will take his full year's salary, and will surely departure the following year!

The shoes missed Professor Tywin and raced toward Snape like a rocket to moon.

Fortunately for Snape, the shoe didn't hit his face or him anywhere.

Unfortunately, the shoes made an unexpected landing into a nearby bowl on the table.

A large amount of milky liquid mixed with some strange smell splashed out, coating Snape's face... With white substance like someone just.... finished.

Dumbledore tried hard to suppress his laughter, pretending not to have noticed the incident.

Professor McGonagall took a measured breath and, before Snape could react, announced in a firm voice:

"Percy Weasley, George Weasley, and Fred Weasley, for causing a ruckus in the dining hall, ten points each from Gryffindor."

Professor Tywin chimed in, "They should be sent straight to Azkaban, especially Oliver Wood, Let him experience the dementors kiss."

Snape's expression turned ashen. He initially wanted to deduct a 300 points,

but Professor McGonagall beat him to it, leaving him speechless!

But Snape wasn't about to let this slide!

' Do they really think I will let this slide, just let those pests enter the potion class, and I swear will suck their life out of them.

He muttered, clearly agitated. "Mark my words, you all just have put yourself on the same level as that bastard potter."

A mischievous grin crept onto Dumbledore's face as he flashed Professor McGonagall a subtle thumbs-up.

Snape's eyes resembled those of a viper as he glared at Dumbledore, clearly plotting his next move.

The old man's smile disappeared instantly, he continued to wipe his glasses expressionlessly, smacking his mouth: "Ah, what a pity, it's actually earwax flavoured candy.

"Ah, the wonders of Haagen-Dazs! Annie sent a few boxes my way.

Honestly, I wish there were more... Oh, and she's entrusted me to watch over her brother, William.

Luckily, he hasn't been up to any mischief."

Snape gave Professor McGonagall a probing glance, and she quickly averted her eyes.

Meanwhile, trying not to chuckle was proving to be an even bigger challenge for everyone. After all, laughing around Snape might lead to some unforeseen consequences!

Professor McGonagall pressed her lips together, fighting the urge to burst into laughter.

Her hands were shaking as she pinched her thighs, desperate to keep a straight face without showing any sign of amusement.

' Dumbledore's finesse is truly remarkable' she exclaimed with a mix of admiration and awe. 'To be in such close proximity to Snape and still be able to keep a straight face, it's like he is a professional.

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