However, at this moment, an extremely strong smell suddenly drifted in from outside.

The little wizards sitting closer to the door were the first to suffer. They were caught off guard and almost vomited all over the table.

"Ugh... Damn it, who threw dung in the corridor!" roared a Gryffindor wearing a prefect badge.

His shout did a good thing, at least it gave the people sitting inside a reminder.

The next second, they also smelled that smell.

The whole auditorium was in chaos. The students stopped eating and rushed out of the auditorium.

But it was not until they went out that they found that the smell outside was mellower. But it was impossible to go back at this time, so they could only bite the bullet and run to their respective common rooms.

Amid the chaos, Percy keenly noticed that his two twin brothers did not seem to be in the hall.

"Fred, George, it really is you..."

Percy felt like he had discovered the truth. He squeezed out of the hall and angrily walked towards the Gryffindor common room. "I must write a letter to tell my mother!"

"My dear brother, what are you going to tell mother..."

At this moment, two identical figures suddenly appeared at the corner in front, blocking his way.

George said with a smile: "Before you write to your mother, can you tell us what happened in the auditorium? We were just out for a while, why did it become so... lively here."

"Don't pretend, don't you know what you've done?" Percy said angrily, "You've thrown a lot of dung balls in the castle, and it's affected almost all the students. You're going to cause Gryffindor to lose a lot of points!"

"Wait, Percy..." Fred was also angry, "Even if you are our most beloved brother, you can't slander us like this."

"That's right." George nodded seriously. "We were on the Quidditch field just now. How could we have time to throw dung balls in the castle?"

"Stop making excuses, you guys..."

"Go ahead and ask," Fred interrupted angrily, "all the players can vouch for us."

George looked at him with disappointment and said, "Percy, I never thought that you would slander your own brother just to win credit."

"I will certainly write to mother about this."

After saying this, the two turned and left.

Percy looked at their backs and remembered their previous promises, and suddenly felt a little panicked.

"Am I really wrong?"

He scratched his hair, worried that they would actually write a letter to their mother to tell on him. He wanted to chase after them, but couldn't save face, so he could only stand there in confusion.

On the other side, Fred and George were laughing like crazy once they were out of Percy's sight.

Fred took a deep breath and said in a daze, "It's worthy of being a special dung egg worth twenty Galleons. The taste is really incomparable to ordinary goods."

"Nineteen Galleons and ten Sickles, to be exact," George corrected. "And don't forget the big bag of bumper balloons."

"Sorry, I forgot about this." Fred said in confusion, "But what's the use of a balloon for Kyle? It will burst if you touch it. It can be said to be the lowest level of joke props."

"Who knows." George shrugged and said, "Maybe it has some other use."

The two talked as they walked, and soon blended into the chaotic crowd.

On the way, they met Kyle. The three of them looked at each other and tacitly agreed not to speak to each other.

When Kyle returned to the common room, there were already quite a few people there.

A senior student sitting on the sofa in the middle said, “They were playing with dung balls in an empty classroom on the second floor and blew up the door, and Peeves saw them.

Then Peeves shouted loudly in the corridor again, attracting many people. Now Rosier and the others have been taken to Professor Snape's office by Filch.

But they claim they are the victims.”

They still believed the last sentence.

After all, Rozier is a seventh grader. No matter what, there is no way he would lock himself in an abandoned classroom to play with dung balls. It is obvious that he was tricked.

But this has nothing to do with them.

Harris, who was sitting next to him, took a big sip of pumpkin juice and said gloatingly, "Ha, you deserve it."

Someone in the crowd said worriedly, "Do you think Professor Snape will doubt us?"

"Then suspect them. It wasn't us anyway." Harris said nonchalantly, "Besides, our conflict with Rosier and the others happened a week ago. In comparison, Gryffindor is more likely to be suspected."

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"It must be Gryffindor!" Rosier said tremblingly in the Potions Office.

Marcus and the others were taken away by Filch and put into solitary confinement. Only Rosier was left behind. He stood in the corner, his face dark and blue, looking very listless.

Being hit right in the face by the dung egg was only one aspect, the bigger problem was being frozen.

When he was brought here by Filch, Snape rinsed him with water three times and did not allow him to use any spell to dry his clothes.

Because only in this way, the bad smell on his body would not be so obvious.

But the problem is that the Potions Office is right next to the underground classroom. The temperature is already low, and it is still November, so when the breeze blows... it's so irritating.

In just a few minutes, a thin layer of ice formed on Rozier's clothes.

"You don't have to tell me this."

Snape looked at him coldly and said, "What I can't understand is how could you be so stupid as to return the Nimbus 2000... Where's your brain? Did you lend it to the troll?"

"Professor, I didn't mean to open it." Rosier trembled and said, "I just wanted to hide it, but I didn't expect Peeves to come..."

Rozier explained the situation roughly, and after ignoring some unimportant details, he successfully portrayed himself as a good captain who cared about the honor of Slytherin.

After listening to him, Snape looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Is what you said true?"

"It's all true." Rozier said firmly, "I can guarantee it, professor."

"Very good, I'm not that stupid."

Snape threw him a bottle of potion and said, "Go find Filch."

Rozier felt as if he had been pardoned. He took the potion and poured it directly into his mouth.

After taking the purple potion, his face turned even greener and he coughed repeatedly due to choking.

To be honest, this tastes not much better than the big dung eggs before.

(End of this chapter)