Chapter 177: The Bluebell Flames Charm
Snape limped away, and Filch, noticing, could only follow with a sigh of disappointment. He had hoped, just this once, that he'd get the chance to restore the dungeons, but it seemed like another false hope.
"This isn't fair!" Fred exclaimed, scowling in the direction Snape had gone. "There were three Hufflepuffs there, but he only docked points from Gryffindor!"
"It probably just slipped his mind—don't worry about it," Kyle said, patting Fred's shoulder. "On behalf of all Hufflepuffs, I'd like to express our sincerest thanks to Gryffindor."
Fred placed a hand on Kyle's arm, mimicking his serious tone. "In return, Gryffindor would like to make a humble request."
"Not a chance," Kyle replied without hesitation.
"Hey, I haven't even told you what it is..."
"Doesn't matter."
"We'll get to that later..." Cedric interjected, frowning. "Did anyone notice that Professor Snape seems to have a leg injury?"
"We figured that out days ago," George replied with a shrug. "During Potions, he barely moved at all, and he usually walks around a lot. This time, he just stood there."