Chapter 83: Be Careful When You Walk at Night

Professor Oren not only hadn't checked the freshmen's homework; he hadn't checked any of the homework from any year.

This decision made him the most popular professor at Hogwarts overnight.

"He will definitely break the curse and become the first Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to stay for more than a year in almost fifty years."

The famous Quidditch enthusiast, second-year Gryffindor student, Lee Jordan, publicly declared in the Great Hall, "If someone as good as Professor Oren can't break the curse, then there's no hope for this class. It might as well be canceled."

His words were supported by Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.

Of course, where there was support, there would also be opposition.

Just as Lee Jordan was talking passionately, a snicker came from the Ravenclaw table.

"Tsk, are you all happy just because he didn't check your homework?"

A somewhat handsome Ravenclaw student looked at Lee Jordan with disdain and said, "In my opinion, this decision was very irresponsible. It could even be considered dereliction of duty. We've already discussed it. We're going to write a joint letter to Headmaster Dumbledore and complain about his behavior."

"What did you say?"

The Gryffindor lions looked at the speaker with hostility.

You have to understand, that at Hogwarts, a professor who doesn't check holiday homework is even rarer than a ballet-dancing troll. Now that they had finally encountered one, not only were those bookworms not cherishing it, but they even wanted to complain about him.

Was this something a human would do?

The Gryffindors were enraged. Some of them immediately slammed the table and shouted, "Do you dare to say that again?"

"I remember you. You're Roger Davies from Ravenclaw." Lee Jordan put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head back, and looked at him down his nose. "You were also the one who mocked Gryffindor in Charms class a while ago…

Tsk tsk, you're very brave. You'd better be careful when you're walking alone at night."

Seeing their fellow student being so blatantly threatened, the Ravenclaws couldn't sit still.

"Roger, don't be afraid." An upperclassman with a prefect badge stood up. He looked at Lee Jordan and sneered, "Gryffindor, are you looking for a fight?"

"Prefect, be careful with your words." Fred wagged his finger, "My friend was just worried that your freshmen might fall. How did it turn into a fight?"

"Oh, I understand." George said, "You want to go tell on Professor McGonagall, don't you? You're going to say we wanted to fight, so she'll deduct our points."

Fred raised an eyebrow, "Then you can win the House Cup."

"And nobody will be able to stop you from complaining about Professor Oren."

"So, that's it." Lee Jordan's eyes rolled, and he quickly joined in.

"No wonder Ravenclaw is the smartest house. You have so many evil ideas."

Listening to their synchronized taunts, the prefect's face turned green.

House Cup… they were in last place. Did they even have the right to say that? Besides, with their double-digit points, he wouldn't waste his time scheming against Gryffindor.

"We're not going to tell the professors." The Ravenclaw prefect took a deep breath, "The paths at Hogwarts are flat. Roger won't fall. But if anyone has any bad intentions, we won't just sit back and watch."

His words boosted the Ravenclaw's morale.

"Yeah, we're not afraid of Gryffindor."

"Bring it on! Anyone who tells on us is a Niffler."

"Don't be afraid, Roger. With Prefect Edward here, they can't do anything."

…

With the support of the others, Roger Davies became more confident. He raised his head and looked directly at Lee Jordan. The gunpowder between them grew thicker.

"Kyle, what do you think?" Cedric, on the Hufflepuff side, asked with a worried expression, "They're not going to fight, are they?"

"I'll just watch."

Kyle stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth and said calmly, "As long as they're not stupid, they won't fight."

They were just arguing. Gryffindor and Slytherin argued every day. He had never seen them actually fight.

Besides, Ravenclaw didn't want to lose their second-place position in house points, and Gryffindor didn't want Slytherin to get a free advantage.

So, arguing was already their limit.

As for whether they would attack each other in private… Kyle thought it was unlikely, unless they really wanted to be in detention.

After all, the whole castle knew about this. The target was too obvious. Ambushing someone in a sack wouldn't work anymore.

Of course, this only applied to Ravenclaw. If it was Slytherin, it would be a different story.

"What are you doing!"

At this time, Professor McGonagall suddenly walked in. She pursed her lips and looked at the people in the center of the conflict.

"I hope you're not arguing, gentlemen, otherwise…"

"Of course not, Professor McGonagall." Fred was the first to react. He said, "We were just discussing Quidditch."

"Yes." George quickly added, "We all thought it was a shame that Ireland lost to Canada this year."

Lee Jordan was the slowest to react. After George kicked him, he said hurriedly, "I'm sure they'll win in four years."

…

"Heh, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

He didn't know if he was trying to cooperate or if he thought this way. Roger Davies immediately said, "Bulgaria is the best. Ireland isn't even fit to carry their shoes."

"Ha, then what did your Bulgaria team achieve this year…" Fred asked.

George said sarcastically, "You forgot, Fred, they didn't even make it to the semi-finals!"

"Their Seeker sucked!" Roger Davies shouted, "If they had a different Seeker, they would have been the best team."

Kyle wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but it seemed like Roger was much angrier now.

…

Just like that, the storm came to an abrupt end. Professor McGonagall didn't deduct any points. She simply reminded them, "Don't make a noise in the Great Hall," before walking over to Kyle.

"Dumbledore needs you." Professor McGonagall discreetly gestured towards Mickel, "If you're done eating, can you go to the Headmaster's office?"

"Yes, Professor McGonagall."

Kyle swallowed the last bite of steak and left the Great Hall with her.

As they were walking out, Kyle clearly heard Professor McGonagall mutter under her breath, "These young wizards… Scotland is the best."

…

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