Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 56 The Forgotten Fire Dragon

Soon, Professor Sprout, having received the news, arrived, his face contorted with rage, looking furious. It was the first time anyone had ever seen this usually mild-mannered professor so enraged.

"That's too much..."

"You Gryffindors have gone too far!"

The Weasley brothers hunched their shoulders, trying to minimize their presence.

However, her second sentence was clearly directed at Professor McGonagall, who herself subconsciously showed a guilty expression.

In fact, what he just said was not a guess, but based on experience. More than ten years ago, a student had done the same thing, and coincidentally, he was also a Gryffindor.

However, the Willow Tree had only been planted not long ago and was far less aggressive than it is now, so she couldn't help but feel a little scared when she saw the branch in Xilun's hand.

They must be punished!

Professor McGonagall put on a stern face again.

Seeing her like this, and considering that the Whomping Willow hadn't damaged the main branch, Professor Sprout didn't say anything more. He glanced at Hillen and the Weasley brothers and then hurriedly left.

"You..." Professor McGonagall was about to say something more, but was interrupted by a harsh rebuke.

"Hurry up and come here, stop dawdling, you're not getting away this time."

The sound was coming from the stairs.

It was Filch, followed by three dejected students.

Harry, Ron, Hermione...

"Professor McGonagall, I caught three students out at night!" Filch said excitedly, completely oblivious to Professor McGonagall's near-fainting expression.

This night was incredibly exciting for her, as eight students came out for a night stroll, seven of whom were Gryffindors.

Professor McGonagall felt a sudden dizziness and swayed for a few moments before regaining her balance.

"Thank you for your hard work, Filch."

After seeing Filch off, Professor McGonagall turned around, took a deep breath, and said, "You lot, come with me!"

She dared not stay there any longer, fearing that two more night-roaming Gryffindors might suddenly appear.

So she led them to her study on the second floor, where she usually read books and magazines, which was also her second office.

After closing the door, she looked at the three newcomers with a blank expression.

"Now, explain it yourselves..."

"Professor, they have a fire dragon with them!"

Before the three could speak, Malfoy, the only Slytherin present, blurted out, "They've illegally kept a dragon and are planning to send it away tonight... to a guy named Charlie Weasley."

"That's complete nonsense!" Professor McGonagall said angrily. "Dragon... how dare you make up such a lie?"

"I don't……"

"You can go back now." Professor McGonagall stopped Malfoy from continuing. "I'll tell Snape about this, and I'll see how he deals with you."

"Go back to your dorm right now!"

Malfoy was clearly unwilling, but dared not disobey Professor McGonagall, so he could only angrily open the door and leave... He didn't even dare to slam the door, but closed it gently.

"It's your turn," Professor McGonagall said, her voice tinged with weariness.

"You must find it funny that they made up a lie out of thin air and told Draco Malfoy about a dragon or something, and tricked him out of bed. Then Longbottom heard the lie and believed it."

All three of them looked at Neville at the same time.

"I...I've been looking for you all..." Neville blurted out, "I wanted to warn you, I heard Malfoy say he was coming to capture you..."

"Enough!" Professor McGonagall snapped, and Neville immediately shut his mouth.

"I'm furious. Seven students staying up all night? I've never heard of anything like this before. You guys... never mind."

Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione, then at Harry and Cyrus, as if she wanted to say something, but then waved her hand wearily.

"Solitary confinement, every one of you will be put in solitary confinement, and fifty dollars will be deducted from each of you..." She suddenly stopped there.

Professor McGonagall did a quick calculation and concluded that if her original penalty points were applied, Gryffindor would have absolutely no chance of winning the House Cup.

"Two hundred points," she said. "Gryffindor will lose two hundred points because of you!"

"Two hundred?" Harry felt breathless. They had gone from first to last place. They would be sinners.

Everyone else was in a similar situation, even Fred and George, who often lost points, felt a bit lost.

They had never heard of anyone losing 200 points at once.

As for Siron, he had been standing there ever since before the points were deducted.

"Professor...please..."

"You can't..."

"I don't need you telling me what I can and can't do. Alright, you all should go back to your dorms. I've never felt so ashamed for Gryffindor students."

The group left the house dejectedly, but Xilun remained standing there, as if he had been stunned.

Professor McGonagall could tell he wasn't faking it, and for a moment she softened.

It seems he was instigated by the Weasley brothers, but he didn't expect the consequences to be so severe.

Regardless of the circumstances, his running out in the middle of the night violated school rules and he must be punished.

In the end, Siron had no idea how he was dragged back to his dormitory by the Weasley brothers and Harry and the others.

He had only one thing on his mind—Harry and the others were going to deliver a fire-breathing dragon tonight…

After hearing Neville's words, he finally remembered what he had been forgetting.

Fire Dragon!

Quirrell deliberately lost a dragon egg to Hagrid in a card game, and then used the opportunity to extract a plan to deal with Fulve the Cerberus.

Hagrid placed the dragon egg in the fireplace and hatched it; it turned out to be a rare Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon.

It must have happened during the Easter holidays, but at that time he was so focused on hitting people with the willow stick that he completely forgot about it.

"Oh!" Xilun couldn't help but groan.

Now he remembered everything, but the Norwegian Spinosaurus had also been sent away.

Every time he thinks about it, Xilun feels his heart bleeding.

That was a whole, live Norwegian Spinosaurus.

Although Siren knew in his heart that Hagrid would never give it to him as a staff core, what if...?

What if the Norwegian Ridgeback has any extra dragon scales, dragon nerves, dragon heart, or something similar? At the very least, dragon flames are one of the best options for fumigating the body of the willow staff used for beating people.

Oh, speaking of the Whomping Willow, Professor McGonagall confiscated all the branches we found tonight; not a single one was left.

I feel even more sorry for her!

Xilun tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Harry's roommates also seemed unable to sleep; Siren could even clearly hear Neville sobbing and Ron complaining.

"It's all because of that damn tree! Professor Sprout has been keeping watch outside all night, otherwise we could have written to Charlie ten days ago!"

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