Without any delay, Headmaster Dumbledore quickly walked down from the teachers’ table to the Slytherin long table, completely blocking Canberra’s gaze that was fixed on them.
The elderly man stood with a straight back in front of his students, firmly blocking Canberra’s terrifying aura.
“The children of Slytherin do indeed need to learn respect, but the school also does not permit fighting among students.” “Miss Canberra, could I please ask you to retract these first?” Headmaster Dumbledore said, glancing at the tentacles that surrounded the Slytherin long table from all directions, his right hand resting somewhat uncertainly on the pocket of his Wizard robe.
Canberra narrowed her eyes and said in a cold, stern voice, “Humans have mouths for eating, not for spewing filth.” “Think carefully about what you should and shouldn’t say.
If you dare to utter that word again…” A dozen or so tentacles subtly crept closer, and the premonition of death made the Little Badgers of Slytherin tremble uncontrollably.
“I will absolutely not be polite.” Canberra finished speaking and glanced in Hermione’s direction; she was now looking at herself with a slight blush on her face.
The feigned stubbornness and strength she had displayed earlier had completely vanished from her expression.
little cub was fine; after confirming this, Canberra slowly retracted her tentacles.
After all, she had no intention of killing those students.
Her goal was to administer a certain amount of punishment and to scare them.
Retracting her tentacles, Canberra once again picked up her knife and fork and ravenously ate the lamb chop in front of her.
Headmaster Dumbledore also breathed a sigh of relief, his right hand, which had been in his pocket, lowered, and he turned to look at the Slytherin students.
In the end, he returned to the teachers’ table without saying anything.
At the teachers’ table, Professor McGonagall continuously patted her chest.
Merlin knew that for a moment, she truly thought Canberra was going to kill those Slytherins!
Both the aura and the power emanating from this child were far too terrifying.
Professor McGonagall thought, her gaze lingering on the cracked floor of the Great Hall.
Professor Snape sat beside Headmaster Dumbledore, his face grim.
He turned to look at Headmaster Dumbledore as he walked back.
“Miss Canberra threatened students and damaged the school’s Great Hall.
Is this matter just going to be overlooked?” Headmaster Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then sighed as he looked at him, “You know what the Slytherins were yelling just now, Severus.” Professor Snape’s eyes trembled violently, then instantly became hollow.
“I know.
Fifty points from Slytherin.” After speaking, he stared fixedly at Headmaster Dumbledore.
Just as Headmaster Dumbledore was about to speak, Professor Sprout expressed her disapproval.
“Severus, Albus, first, I don’t believe my student preventing classmates from making mistakes constitutes threatening them.
Second, I think her only mistake was that her method of stopping them was too impulsive.
Even if there is to be a punishment, it should be administered by me.” This plump Witch had lost her usual gentleness, her face set with a firm, argumentative resolve.
“Ten points from Hufflepuff, Severus.
Will that satisfy you?” “As you wish, Pomona.” Professor Snape drew out his words, his dark eyes filled with hollowness.
Professor Sprout nodded.
She stood up and walked down from the teachers’ table to the Hufflepuff long table.
She gently placed her hand on Canberra’s shoulder.
Canberra turned her head, looking at the somewhat plump Professor behind her, whose clothes had a few patches.
Her small nose twitched slightly, and Canberra caught a fresh scent of earth.
On this Professor, she also felt a sense of closeness.
It was a sense of intimacy that comes from humans living in harmony with nature.
This Professor must be in very close harmony with nature to evoke such a feeling in her, a Kaiju.
“I really like the scent you carry and the feeling you give me, Professor.” Professor Sprout chuckled, and the older Hufflepuffs sitting next to Canberra couldn’t help but laugh softly.
“Well, you certainly have good taste, Miss Canberra.” Maurice Betty, the female Prefect of Hufflepuff, winked at her, “Because this is our Dean of Hufflepuff, Professor Pomona Sprout.” “Oh, oh,” Canberra nodded knowingly, “So, senior.” After speaking, she politely smiled at Professor Sprout, “I really like the scent you carry and the feeling you give me, Professor Sprout.” “It makes me feel the harmony between you and nature.” “Oh,” Professor Sprout’s smile widened even further.
She lovingly ruffled Canberra’s hair, “I’m so glad you say that.
That’s a very high compliment for a Hufflepuff.” “I think it must be the magical animal bloodline within you that gives you a keener sense than us.” She looked up at the Little Badgers sitting at the long table, observing the children.
After confirming there was no fear or rejection in their eyes, she nodded approvingly.
“I’m very pleased to see that you are not afraid of your family.” Listening to Professor Sprout’s words, the Little Badgers exchanged glances, then all showed somewhat embarrassed smiles.
“How could we be afraid, Professor Sprout?
Miss Canberra did nothing wrong, she was protecting her friend.” Gabriel Truman, the male Prefect, spoke for everyone, and the Little Badgers all nodded in unison.
“Her friend is that new student from Gryffindor, the one with the fluffy hair, so cute!” “Yes, as cute as Canberra.
It seems cute people really do become friends.” The older female Little Badgers whispered to each other, and Canberra blinked in slight surprise as she listened.
They actually knew who she had been looking at just now?
Her senior classmates from her own house…
seemed surprisingly observant.
“I agree,” Professor Sprout said approvingly.
She even proudly lifted her chin, “Miss Canberra stood up for what was right.” “However, your actions just now were indeed a bit impulsive, so I deducted ten points from you.
I hope you don’t mind.” Professor Sprout said, stroking Canberra’s soft hair.
“I don’t mind, Professor Sprout.” Canberra raised her hand to touch her nose, feeling a bit embarrassed for the first time in her animal life under the friendly and teasing gazes of the surrounding Little Badgers.
“I will earn those ten points back as soon as possible after the term starts.” Professor Sprout chuckled softly and nodded, “You are truly wonderful, Miss Canberra, but don’t put too much pressure on yourself.
We have so many people in our house.” “Indeed, and we don’t have too much obsession with the House Cup.” Maurice shrugged, tossing her long hair back, “So, points or no points, it doesn’t matter.
No need to force it.” As she spoke, she carefully glanced at her Dean.
Although she was speaking the truth, to a Professor, it might still…
But clearly, Professor Sprout thought the same, after all, she was also a Hufflepuff.
“Well said, Miss Betty.
You know, there are too many things more important than scores—life, knowledge, happiness, and so on.” “Of course, right now the most important thing is delicious food.
I’ve delayed you all for a while.
Now, please enjoy your feast.” Professor Sprout released Canberra and returned to her seat at the teachers’ table.
As soon as the Professor left, the Little Badgers instantly became lively again.
Everyone chatted and ate, the atmosphere extremely cheerful.
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”