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Chapter 642: I'm Good at Reasoning
Chapter 642: I'm Good at Reasoning
Despite Kyle's quick actions, they failed to catch up with Fred and the others before Professor McGonagall.
By the time they returned to the castle, they witnessed the door to Professor McGonagall's office closing.
After a brief discussion, they decided to wait in the corridor for them to come out.
Due to the Quidditch match, the corridor was quiet, devoid of people, but there was a ghost.
Nearly Headless Nick floated up, poking his head out from the corridor floor.
"What did those students do?" He curiously asked Kyle, "I just noticed that Professor McGonagall's hands were shaking, and she rarely loses her temper like that."
"It's just a minor disagreement between students," Kyle replied.
"I see," said Nearly Headless Nick.
He didn't believe that a minor disagreement could anger Professor McGonagall so much, but since Kyle didn't want to elaborate, he didn't inquire further.
Mainly because it wasn't necessary... Ghosts could move freely throughout the castle, and he could easily find out for himself.
Nearly Headless Nick then floated into the adjacent room.
The corridor was once again left to Kyle and his group.
A minute later, Autumn rushed over.
"How are Fred and George?" she asked anxiously.
"We don't know yet," Cedric pointed to the door of Professor McGonagall's office, "They were just taken in."
"In my opinion, Professor McGonagall won't let them off easily. So many people and professors were watching."
"I estimate that a week of detention is inevitable."
"They were too impulsive," Autumn frowned, "Malfoy clearly provoked them because he lost the match. They fell for it."
"Yeah..." Kyle said, "I guess Professor McGonagall is probably saying the same thing to them right now."
At this moment, Cedric approached the window at the end of the corridor and looked outside.
"Everyone has returned."
Loud chatter reached the group's ears, and the voices grew louder.
"Look at the Slytherin students," Cedric said, pointing outside the window, "They seem really happy, don't they?"
Kyle walked over.
From this position, he could clearly see Malfoy and Montague standing on the grounds in front of the castle.
There was another person in front of them.
... Umbridge.
Kyle didn't know what they said, but if he guessed correctly, it was definitely related to Fred and the others.
Even though Malfoy walked with a limp and his face was swollen, there was no trace of anger on his face. On the contrary, he was smiling, as if celebrating the success of his conspiracy.
"They must be plotting some kind of scheme," Autumn couldn't help but say, "They are truly despicable."
"But Fred and George fell for it," Cedric sighed.
...
Five minutes later, Umbridge walked by with a cheerful gait.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Kyle's group left the corridor from the other side as soon as Umbridge reached their floor.
However, instead of going to the Hufflepuff Common Room, they went to the portrait of the Fat Lady and waited.
What Kyle didn't expect was that they would wait for an entire day.
Whether it was Fred, George, or anyone else, they didn't see them all day, not even during dinner.
They met again the next day.
That morning, Kyle's group arrived at the Great Hall early and finally encountered Fred and George, who looked dejected.
"What did Professor McGonagall say?" Cedric sat in the empty seat next to them and asked tentatively, "How long is the detention? A week?"
"A week," Fred's voice was hoarse.
"That's good then," Autumn forced a light laugh, "A week of detention to beat up Malfoy is a fair deal, isn't it?"
"If that's all it is, we'd gladly take a year of detention," George said, "But we've been banned from playing."
"What?" Cedric said in disbelief.
"Yes, Professor Umbridge said that we, including Harry, are prohibited from participating in Quidditch matches anymore," Fred's face turned grim as he poked at the bread in his plate.
"Didn't you talk to Professor McGonagall?" Cedric asked, "Professor McGonagall values Quidditch matches the most, she wouldn't agree to this."
"It's useless," George said. "Umbridge has brought in the Ministry's Educational Decree Number Twenty-Five, which gives her the power to punish any student. She can even overrule Professor McGonagall, and not even Dumbledore can stop her."
"But what about your team..."
"Yeah, it's over," Fred said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Without a Seeker and Beaters, Gryffindor is destined to finish last in this year's Quidditch Tournament."
"It's up to you now," George said with an exaggerated laugh, his voice sounding uncharacteristically cheerful. "You have to give Slytherin a good thrashing."
As he spoke, his voice took on a bitter edge once more.
"That Malfoy brat... He insulted our parents and Harry's mother, and yet he faced no punishment."
"That's not fair!" Fred exclaimed angrily. "We'll make them pay, one way or another... be it Malfoy or that toad Umbridge."
"That's for sure... but no more rash actions," Autumn warned. "Umbridge has a lot of power now. If she catches you doing something she doesn't like, you might get expelled."
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"Don't worry, we won't get expelled," George said calmly.
Kyle glanced at him and suddenly asked, "Is there any way to get your team back in the game?"
"Yes," Cedric stood up straight, "I'll go find Professor McGonagall. She'll have a solution."
"Don't," Fred stopped him.
"It's useless," George shook his head. "Umbridge did say what we need to do to lift the ban."
"But there's no way we're doing that," Fred asserted.
"Don't be ridiculous, we're talking about a ban!" Cedric persisted. "What do we have to do, get locked up? Or apologize to Malfoy?"
Fred hesitated for a moment before saying, "Umbridge said Lucius Malfoy is very angry. If we want to play again, we have to write to him and get his forgiveness."
"I bet this was that Malfoy brat's idea," George snorted. "Everyone knows our families don't get along... They wouldn't let this opportunity slip by."
"And if we write, we'd only be making fools of ourselves."
Fred continued, "Not just us, but our dad would be ridiculed by Malfoy too."
"This would be a permanent stain on the Weasley name..."
"It's not just about not playing, even if we get expelled, we'd never let that happen."
Fred and George spoke with determination.
Cedric opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.
If he were the Weasley brothers, he wouldn't write such a letter to the Malfoys.
When it came to the Weasley family's reputation, whether or not they could play Quidditch seemed less important.
For a while, the atmosphere at the table sank to an all-time low.
However, at this moment, Kyle suddenly spoke up, "It's okay, leave it to me."
"No, Kyle, we'll never bow down to the Malfoys," Fred said. "There's no room for negotiation..."
"Let me finish," Kyle waved his hand. "I'm not asking you to apologize, but to reason with him.
After all, the Malfoys are in the wrong here, right? If we tell Lucius the whole story, I think he'd understand."
"Ha, understand us?" George laughed for the first time. "Don't joke, that's impossible."
"The Malfoys are all rotten, they'd never let go of such an opportunity. Even if you write, it'd only waste a piece of parchment."
Not only them, but Cedric also nodded slightly.
"Yeah, Kyle, let's think of something else," he said. "Instead of writing to Malfoy, I think it's more suitable to find Professor McGonagall.
"Or we can go directly to Dumbledore, he'll definitely have a way to get Umbridge to lift the punishment.
"After all, this is Hogwarts, not the Ministry of Magic."
"Whether it'll work or not, we have to try to know." Kyle shrugged and smiled, "Remember what I said before, I'm actually quite good at reasoning."
(End of Chapter)
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