Chapter 117 : Chapter 117
Chapter : 117
The originally spacious and tidy classroom had turned into a complete mess after Quinn and Harold's minor dispute escalated into a fierce group fight.
The surrounding tables and chairs had been pushed aside by someone, toppling over in a heap.
Textbooks were scattered all over the floor, and since today's class was Basic Botany, the magic plants brought to the classroom were also strewn about.
There was even a Ghostlight Mushroom on the floor that had been stepped on by someone, its cap bearing a footprint.
Quinn and Harold were each trapped in a large bubble, glaring fiercely at each other, seemingly still unconvinced.
It looked like if they were released, they would still pounce on each other and tear each other apart.
The remaining few who had fought more fiercely were also trapped in different bubbles. Yan Yunqing had let go relatively quickly.
As soon as he saw Diure arrive, he immediately hid to the side, pretending to be a bystander, thus avoiding the fate of being locked in a bubble.
"You bastard!" Two people in a bubble started fighting again. Yan Yunqing looked over and understood. These two were clearly not from the same camp.
How cruel. Why did this teacher trap people from two different camps of a group fight in the same bubble?
Yan Yunqing couldn't help but glance at the furious teacher. With an angry face, he raised his magic staff and pointed.
The two people who were still scuffling in the bubble were instantly separated and trapped in two smaller bubbles. Due to the lack of space, the two could only curl up there.
Yan Yunqing was a little tempted. This Bubble Spell seemed very useful?
Diure's sharp gaze swept over the group of people, and even Yan Yunqing, who was huddled in the corner, did not escape his scrutinizing gaze.
His expression was extremely ugly, and his voice was steady but carried an anger that everyone could hear, "What happened here?"
"Teacher Diure! That bedbug provoked me! He—"
Before Harold could finish his words, Quinn had already interrupted him with a cold snort, "I was just telling the truth.
Didn't you fail to even get second place? You were the one who rushed up and started it. Do you even need to ask whose fault it is?"
"You! You rude and filthy bedbug!"
"Enough!" Diure sternly interrupted the two who were about to start arguing again, his face turning even uglier.
"I don't want to hear you two making pointless arguments here. Will someone tell me what exactly happened?"
The others who had participated in the fight looked at each other. It all happened too fast. In fact, they hadn't quite figured out what had happened either.
They just saw Quinn and Harold scuffling together and rushed up to help.
But if you asked them specifically what had happened, they couldn't say for sure.
Yan Yunqing sighed, took a step forward and said, "It's like this, teacher. I know what happened."
Yan Yunqing recounted the specific events before the two of them started fighting.
Considering that Quinn was speaking up for him, he slightly embellished Quinn's words when recounting them.
"Because student Harold expressed an unfriendly attitude towards me, student Quinn said a few words to help me and comforted me by saying that student Harold just didn't like me and that I shouldn't worry too much about it."
"This statement may have accidentally hurt or stung student Harold, so he cursed at me and student Quinn. Student Quinn fought back and pointed out that student Harold was bullying his roommate, York."
"Then, student Harold rushed up and punched student Quinn, and after that, it was what you saw, teacher."
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Yan Yunqing's words were very skillful. Not a single word belittled Harold, nor did a single word praise Quinn.
It only emphasized that Harold was the first to be unfriendly to him, Quinn said a few words to help him, and then Harold rushed up and hit Quinn.
This was indeed the truth, but it downplayed Quinn's venomous tongue in the process, making it sound entirely like Harold's fault.
However, Quinn wasn't really at fault either. Of course, even if he was, so what? Yan Yunqing couldn't possibly help someone who was not friendly to him, right?
Demetrius secretly glanced in Yan Yunqing's direction from the corner and blinked.
Why did he seem to smell something?
Yan·Little Green Tea·Yunqing continued his efforts: "This is also my fault. I failed to stop them in time when they first started fighting. Later, when I wanted to step in, everyone was already fighting together, and I couldn't separate them."
Quinn, who hadn't felt Yan Yunqing come up to mediate at all: ?
Harold, who had been restrained by the arm and kicked several times in the chaos: ?
The onlookers who had witnessed the whole thing: Oh… what he said seems to be correct? But it also seems like something is wrong?
Demetrius: …
Demetrius silently lowered his eyelids. He knew nothing.
Even Harold was a little confused. The facts did seem to be as this kid said.
Seeing that no one refuted Yan Yunqing's words, Diure knew that what Yan Yunqing said was the truth.
He frowned tightly, his gaze on Harold extremely unfriendly, "Harold, is this really what happened? You were the one who started it?"
"Yes, but teacher…"
Diure interrupted Harold's words, "There are no 'buts'."
"You know, Harold, the academy has its rules. Students are not allowed to fight privately, and they are certainly not allowed to use skills to fight. You should be glad you didn't use magic, otherwise what would be waiting for you is expulsion."
Quinn, trapped in another large bubble, grinned gloatingly, his face full of glee at the good show.
"No! Teacher, I was wrong!" Harold was terrified and quickly admitted his mistake, "I was just too angry. Quinn said I was like a Gugu Chicken!"
Yan Yunqing: ?
He couldn't agree with that. This guy was calling people bedbugs and trash, while Quinn only called him a Gugu Chicken.
Just listening to the trash talk from both sides, was there any need to say who was nastier?
"Ha?" Quinn seemed to be amused by Harold's statement, "I called you a Gugu Chicken?
Was I wrong? Don't you just caw all day like a Gugu Chicken? You're always huffing and puffing. People who don't know might think you're laying an egg."
"Besides, you're calling people bedbugs left and right. So 'Gugu Chicken' is a curse word, but 'bedbug' isn't? Has your brain turned into a Gugu Chicken's too? For real, how about we send you to the Fantastic Beasts Research Laboratory to be dissected and see how big your brain is?"
Yan Yunqing's mind wandered for a moment: What? Fantastic Beasts Research Laboratory?
Did he walk onto the wrong set? Was this Sigret or Ho〇warts?
Don't tell me there's also a Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures?
"You noisy bedbug, what are you talking about here…"
"Alright." Diure frowned and glanced at Quinn, "You are also a main perpetrator of the fight. Do you think you can escape punishment? Still grinning over there."
Quinn shrugged his shoulders, a hint of indifference on his face, "Teacher, feel free. I will of course admit that I participated in the fight, but the main fault of this matter can't be pinned on me, right? The one who provoked and started it was Harold. It has nothing to do with me."
Harold glared fiercely in Quinn's direction. Quinn didn't flinch at all and returned Harold's gaze calmly.
Diure was very disgusted with Quinn's roguish attitude. He snorted coldly and casually dispelled the Bubble Spell.
The people who were originally floating in mid-air immediately lost the confinement of the bubbles and fell to the ground.
For a moment, cries of 'ouch' 'ouch' were heard one after another.
Especially in the places where people were more crowded, they fell one on top of the other, all in a heap.
The person who was crushed at the very bottom let out a wail, "Are you all pigs? Why are you so heavy?!"
Quinn fell on his butt, while Harold fell forward onto one of his followers.
"Your fighting behavior is extremely vile, and you refused to admit your mistake after being discovered, violating the academy's regulations, and even nearly harming innocent classmates." Diure glanced at Yan Yunqing, "This is extremely vile behavior."
Innocent classmate·Yan Yunqing tilted his head and pointed at himself: Huh? Me?
Diure was expressionless, "Given that you did not use magic during the fight and did not reach the level of being ordered to drop out, I will report the behavior of you two to the academy and wait for the academy's punishment for you."
The people who were not involved in this matter, just purely onlookers, let out small gasps of surprise.
Just because of a fight that resulted from a struggle, there was a possibility of being directly ordered to drop out?
They should be glad that at least Teacher Diure came quickly, before it escalated into a fight using magic.
"As for the others who participated in this fight—" Diure's gaze swept over everyone present.
Amidst the apprehensive gazes on the floor, he announced the punishment: "I will not report your matter to the academy.
For the next semester, the public areas belonging to Class A will be cleaned by you, and you will submit a self-criticism report to me within three days."
"If the self-criticism is found to be plagiarized, ghostwritten, or too perfunctory, your final grades for this semester will be lowered by one level."
Everyone present collectively sucked in a cold breath again.
What did it mean to be lowered by one level? It meant that it was very likely that they would be directly kicked out of Class A in the next semester.
After all, there was a strict rule for entering Class A: only students who ranked in the top 10% in terms of strength and comprehensive grades in the same year could enter Class A.
Students in Class A not only received teachings from the best teachers of the same year but also had the highest standard of learning conditions, with many hidden benefits.
No one who could get into Class A was willing to give up their status in Class A and be demoted to another class.
Diure's move had hit everyone's sore spot. The few who were still thinking of arguing their case immediately wilted, afraid that if they said one more word, Diure would change his punishment and directly lower their final grades by one level.
That would be a real disaster!
As the two parties who would be reported to the academy, Quinn still had an indifferent expression, but Yan Yunqing could see the apprehensive heart hidden beneath his indifferent expression.
As for Harold?
His expression directly turned gloomy. This time, he was no longer glaring fiercely at Quinn, but instead looked at Yan Yunqing with a sinister gaze.
He had not forgotten who had caused this farce in the first place.
This detestable, lowly-born bedbug, the son of a former baron whose title had been stripped? Heh, could this kind of trash also enter Class A and be compared to him?
Yan Yunqing felt the unfriendly gaze and glanced at Harold thoughtfully.