The Slytherin long table was noticeably more lively during lunch.
Because Slytherin has a firm advantage in points so far, especially since Noah has undoubtedly won first place in all the competitions he participated in, this overwhelming advantage has inevitably made the Slytherins inflated.
They even felt that there was no need to continue this academy competition, as the winner was already destined to be Slytherin.
They spoke loudly on purpose, and made a point of mentioning that Gryffindor didn't win any games.
This blatant discrimination and showing off immediately ignited the anger of Gryffindor, and several grumpy ones stood up and started arguing with Slytherin with red faces.
Slytherin was not to be outdone, and all kinds of ridicule came out in an endless stream.
Well, don’t underestimate Slytherin in this regard. After all, their dean is famous for his venomous tongue. Under the influence of their ears and eyes, Slytherins all have good venomous tongues and eloquence. They are deeply inherited by the dean, but they usually only know how to speak. It only shows up when dealing with Gryffindor.
Because of the competition, several professors stayed in the school even though it was the weekend, but they did not come to the auditorium for dinner.
Without the professor to stop them, the fighting between the two sides quickly escalated to a physical level.
After all, Gryffindors are willing to use force directly when words can't be said.
Noah looked up at the battle situation and found that neither the student union nor the prefects on both sides took action to stop it, so he ignored it and lowered his head to eat again.
The Hufflepuffs at the next table had already hid in a safe place and were eating quietly, and the Ravenclaws could only let a few of them go find the professor after trying to stop them to no avail.
But the first one to come was Administrator Filch.
The administrator's office is on the first floor, and the movement in the auditorium on the same floor will naturally alert Mrs. Loris, which also alerts the administrator.
"You nasty little wizards!" Administrator Filch didn't know what happened at first. He just heard the movement in the auditorium, but he didn't expect that as soon as he walked to the door, he was hit by a curse.
The unsuspecting squib administrator was directly attacked, spitting out slimy slugs from his mouth.
But the fighting in the auditorium finally stopped. When they saw the administrator coming out, the little wizards who didn't want to be caught immediately took back their wands and kept silent, trying to pretend that nothing happened. Then they carefully considered the curse they just cast. Who put it.
Forget it, it’s not me anyway, it must be the person opposite!
The president of the student union stood up and said, "Why are you still standing there? Send the administrator to the school hospital."
Two Hufflepuffs who were relatively close immediately walked up the aisle, picked up Administrator Filch who was still spitting out slugs, and rushed out of the hall.
The President of the Student Union raised his wand and used a restoration spell to restore order to the messy auditorium before he glanced at the long table of Gryffindor and Slytherin: "Just save the extra energy until the evening."
It means this matter is over.
No one had any objections. The young wizards who were angry just now calmed down, snorted in displeasure and left the auditorium one after another.
Noah intuited that he seemed to have missed something. Something seemed to have happened during his game that heightened the tension between the two sides.
Le Zhongyu's roommates who helped Noah collect intelligence helped him solve his doubts in time.
"You got into a fight during the game," Warrington said, "because of the bet."
The content of the bet is who will win in the potions and transfiguration competitions, Noah or Grant.
As a result, when Noah was crushing him all the way in the potions competition, some Gryffindors kept saying that Noah was like this because of the small lessons, and even bluntly said that only a second year in Slytherin could play.
then……
"We got into a fight in the corridor before." If the professor hadn't been there, they would have started fighting long ago.
Now that he finally got out of the professor's sight, he couldn't help but want to fight.
"But those stupid lions are still as stupid as ever," Warrington said.
Noah knew what he meant. The student council was from Slytherin, and so was the student council president. So Slytherin was more confident in this regard, and Gryffindor, who only wanted to rely on his strength to speak up, didn't realize this. Well, maybe the reason is that Gryffindor is used to deducting points...
In short, the dispute at noon was not a surprise.
Noah said nothing.
Because of this academy competition, the tension between the two colleges has escalated to a higher level. Probably even if the competition determines the winner, the tension between the two colleges will only get stronger.
"But victory is destined to be ours." Montague hummed.
Morgan nodded in agreement, something no Slytherin would deny.
After all, the current score is that Slytherin alone leads the way, leaving the other two houses far behind.
"This is all Noah's fault."
"I just gained a little advantage." Noah finished his lunch, "I'll leave for a while."
His three roommates nodded to express their understanding. Normally when Noah said this, he needed to act alone, so the three of them had no intention of following him.
but……
The three of them cast their sights next to where Noah was sitting just now.
"Have any of you seen Eve?" Morgan suddenly asked.
The only answer he received was silence. Even the two little witches who usually walked closer to Eve shook their heads to express their ignorance.
It seemed that they had not seen Eve all day.
What made them unsure was...Noe actually didn't ask where Eve had gone.
Slytherins have always been good at socializing. The second-year Slytherins looked at each other, keenly aware that there seemed to be some other atmosphere between the two.
But they all chose to keep silent in a tacit understanding and had no intention of delving deeper.
They couldn't afford to offend either of them anyway.
…
Eve was currently in a sealed room in Hogsmeade. Opposite her stood a tall wizard in a cloak.
"Not enough, Eve, continue, I didn't allow you to stop." The wizard's cold voice sounded, telling Eve to continue in a commanding tone.
Eve's hand holding the wand was already trembling, her long black hair was soaked with sweat and stuck messily to her cheeks, and even the wizard's robe was in a mess.
This was a rare moment of embarrassment for the eldest lady of the Lestrange family, but she did not dare to stop at all to straighten her appearance, but continued to grit her teeth and wave the wand.
"Fire is raging!" A fiery red magic spell flew out and hit the wooden bar hanging on the wall, but she had spent too much magic power, and this attack could only light up a charred black light on the wooden bar. Pit with a little spark.
