Daphne Greengrass was also among them, but she didn't want to stay with the others. She was pulling her friend, eager to leave the place.
Ian glanced over.
Daphne Greengrass immediately shrank her neck and admitted defeat. She seemed to plead with her reluctant friend, but her friend held her back, seemingly hoping she would stay and watch.
"It's none of my business!"
Daphne Greengrass suddenly shouted at Ian, her voice full of panic. Perhaps her absence in the morning flying class was also because she heard about having a class with Ravenclaw.
"How is it not related? Isn't it because of him that you were lying in the infirmary for so long? Don't be afraid, Greengrass, your family has never produced cowards!"
"Little Grindelwald is gone, it's just Snape. My family's connections in the Ministry of Magic can settle old scores with him anytime. We all know our Headmaster isn't clean."
Marcus Flint turned back and sternly said to Daphne Greengrass.
"It's just my bad health... Damn it! Flint! You're crazy! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!" Daphne Greengrass broke free from her friend's grip.
"Let her stay here and watch!" Marcus Flint gave the order, and then third-year Slytherin wizards blocked Daphne Greengrass.
"What do you want to do?"
William noticed their hostility and looked very tense.
"I'm telling you, this is a school. Don't act recklessly!" Michael decisively took out his magic wand, but the wand of a first-year little wizard had little deterrent power.
"This has nothing to do with you. Get out of the way." Marcus Flint took out his wand, intending to curse William and Michael, but was suddenly interrupted by Ian.
"What? Senior students, you want to duel a lower-grade wizard?" Ian's eyes were a bit annoyed; he felt Marcus Flint was simply irrational.
"Tsk, tsk, do you even deserve it?"
Marcus Flint sneered disdainfully, clutching his wand, and looked at Ian with a resentful expression, lowering his voice to question harshly.
"If you don't want to suffer, tell me what your uncle, yes, Severus Snape, our Slytherin headmaster, did to me!"
Marcus Flint had a very resentful expression, his emotions fluctuating violently, causing Ian to feel a myriad of thoughts. His inner self did not seem as aggressive as his outward demeanor suggested.
Fear? Anxiety? Embarrassment?
"Why did I lose several days of memory, and then everyone in Gryffindor was saying that I was taken away for killing the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!"
Marcus Flint didn't realize Ian was reading his thoughts.
He was nearly roaring.
Yet Ian felt his voice was all bark and no bite.
"Isn't it possible that I don't know more than you do? I remember I was the one you framed as the scapegoat." Ian shrugged.
"You must be joking! How could I have killed a professor! It must be you! Your uncle! He's a Death Eater! He wants to pin his crime on me!"
Finally understanding why Marcus Flint was so hysterical and why he seemed to have no respect for the Slytherin headmaster.
"I must have witnessed Snape's crime, so he used the Imperio on me. The next day, he staged a scene, cleared my remaining memory after taking me away!" Marcus Flint shouted incoherently, probably terrified by his own imagination.
It's not surprising.
If he was truly "framed," his family's connections in the Ministry of Magic would clearly be useless on the Saint side, and the entire family could be implicated.
If he's not anxious, who would be?
"Why don't you ask the professors? If someone really framed you for killing the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, how could you be back to continue classes?"
Ian couldn't understand Marcus Flint's logic.
"Of course, I've asked a few professors. Clearly, none of them are good people, telling me nothing. I think they want to cover for Snape!"
"You're all trying to lull me! Ha! You think I can't see through it? I'm the scapegoat for driving away Little Grindelwald!" Marcus Flint seemed very convinced of his thoughts.
Inbreeding.
His intelligence is indeed extraordinary.
"Hogwarts professors wouldn't cover for Snape because of friendships... Your mind is probably still not clear, I suggest you go to the school infirmary for a check-up."
After Ian finished, he wanted to leave with two pale, somewhat frightened roommates. But unexpectedly, Marcus Flint raised his hand and cursed him.
"Leg-Locking Curse!"
It's not an Unforgivable Curse.
Marcus Flint's skill was clearly not as good as that ever-present senior student, perhaps also because there were too many people here to easily use a vicious magic spell.
"Armor Protection."
Ian was always on guard.
He immediately cast the Iron Armor Spell, and the spell was deflected to the side. Maybe, probably, possibly by coincidence, a Slytherin wizard cheering for Marcus Flint was unfortunately hit.
However.
Compared to the terrified look of the unfortunate ones with their feet glued together, Daphne Greengrass appeared even paler among this group of pure-blooded Slytherin students.