Hogwarts, where the stars shine

Standing in front of the stone wall, Lilia Shafiq frowned. She did not understand what Mesa's rhetorical question meant.

Although she has not had much contact with Mesa, judging from his past performance, Lilia believes that Mesa is not a person who allows others to bully him, and he will never let this matter go.

However, Mesa's attitude just now was somewhat ambiguous, as if he did not intend to retaliate, as if he wanted to expose this bullying.

This was the reason why Lilia was confused. Mesa's image became complicated in her eyes.Lilia always considered herself smart, but she really couldn't guess what Mesa was thinking at this moment.

Without thinking any more, Lilia also walked into the common room, leaving this difficult matter to Mesa to handle on her own.Lilia wanted to see what measures Mesa would take to deal with bullying from certain people.

On the other side, Mesa carried her suitcase all the way back to the dormitory.

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard Bol and Derek talking loudly inside the house. They were talking about Quidditch.

A new notice was posted on the notice board in the common room: next Thursday afternoon, Slytherin would have his first flying lesson, along with Gryffindor House.

Holding the door handle of the Eagle Snake, Mesa pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.

As if the lively chat just now did not exist, Bol and Derek immediately stopped talking, and the smiles had not completely faded from their faces.

Bol and Derek looked at the silent Mesa, watching his every move and watching him put the things in the suitcase back into place bit by bit.

The entire dormitory fell into an unbearable silence, and the sound of placing books struck the hearts of Bol and Derek.

It wasn't until the bed returned to its original state that Mesa broke the silence in the dormitory. He asked softly: "My things were thrown out. Do you know what happened?"

A look of guilty conscience suddenly appeared on the faces of Bol and Derek. The two looked at each other, obviously having already discussed a countermeasure.

"I don't know, we just came back. If you didn't tell us, we wouldn't have noticed that your things were missing," Bol said.

Derek on the side also shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

Do these two people really not know?Did they really just return to the dormitory?

If the two of them had just returned to the dormitory, what happened to the pajamas they had already changed into?What about the snack packages and food remnants on the dormitory floor?

What's more, no one can throw Mesa's things out of the common room more conveniently than his roommate.

Even if these two people were really unjust and there was someone else who threw Mesa's luggage out, they must be insiders.

"Oh, is that true?" Mesa said nonchalantly, "But my things were indeed thrown out. Did you really not see anyone?"

"I told you, but I didn't. Are you bothered?" Derek suddenly raised his voice, "I told you, we both just came back, how could we know who threw your things out!"

Lucien Bol agreed casually: "That's right, that's right, we have no obligation to look after your luggage for you."

"I'm just asking." Mesa's voice was still very soft, as if he was frightened by Derek, like a soft persimmon who was easy to bully.

Perhaps Mesa seemed too weak at the moment, or perhaps they felt that two against one had an advantage. Bol and Derek lost their previous guilty conscience and began to loudly accuse Mesa.

"Take care of your own things. If someone throws them away, you come to ask us!"

"That's right, how could the Sorting Hat sort you into Slytherin and share a dormitory with you? It's really off-putting!"

The voices of the two people gradually became louder and louder, until people from nearby dormitories came to watch. They thought there was a fight here!

Several boys squeezed in one after another. There were no senior students, they were just kids joining in the fun.

Among them, the burliest boy with a pair of ugly big teeth was Marcus Flint, who also came from the Holy 28 family and was one class higher than Mesa.

Seeing Marcus Flint enter the dormitory, Bol and Derek seemed to have found a backbone and began to pour out their bitterness to him.The three of them looked like three baboons together.

Mesa laughed unknowingly as he imagined the funny look of the three baboons waving their magic wands together.

"What are you laughing at?" Marcus Flynn asked in a vicious voice.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of something funny." Mesa said, he couldn't just say that the other person didn't look like a human being, that would be too rude.

Mesa turned his head away from Flint, Bol, and Derek, because he was afraid that he could not bear it.

Someone once said that looking closely at ugly people is cruel.

At this time, Flint said loudly: "Mesa Black, I heard that your luggage was thrown out, right?"

Seeing Mesa nod, Flint continued: "It's so pitiful, why was it thrown away! Ah... I know, it must be because your luggage stinks and smells like coming from the sewer. You'll be thrown out. Right?"

After saying that, Flint laughed proudly, and others around him also laughed, as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Mesa turned to Flint and looked at him carefully.

"For ugly people, looking closely is a kind of cruelty" is only the first half of the sentence, and the second half: unless he is a bad person, you have to punish him.

Marcus Flint has a pair of cunning gray eyes and messy black hair. It is really not a pleasing appearance, as if he has not evolved well.

"Maybe, I don't know." Mesa scratched his forehead, "After all, I don't know what sewers smell like like you do. I didn't grow up in sewers."

"What did you say? Say it again!" Flint took a step forward, as if he wanted to use his muscles to intimidate Mesa.

At the same time, other people in the dormitory also cracked their knuckles, as if as long as Flint gave the order, they would swarm forward and teach Mesa a profound and unforgettable lesson.

Student fights always look like this. A group of people yell and curse and beat a person who dare not fight back, while other unrelated people watch and point.There were fights back and forth, but they were rare.

Facing Flint's intimidation, Mesa did not show any fear, on the contrary, he was faintly excited. Although the opponent was more powerful, Marcus Flint was also much stronger than him.

"I have never lived in a sewer, so I don't know what sewers smell like." Mesa stood up and walked towards Flint. "As for you who know all about sewers, I don't know much about it."

Mesa raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Flint with a very angry look. He now wished that the other party would smash his fist into his handsome face and intensify the conflict between the two parties.In this way, things will be put on the bright side, and everything will become much simpler.

Unfortunately, just when the impulsive Flint was about to punch, another guest arrived in the dormitory.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Pushing aside the boy blocking the door, Gascoigne walked into the dormitory.

The situation in the room was clear enough for Gascoigne to understand what was going on here without any questioning.

"Go back to your own dormitory, Flint." Gascoigne said. "If you have some free time, I wouldn't mind helping you spend some of it."

Hearing this, Flint loosened his clenched fists, gave Gascoigne a vicious look, and turned around to leave.For junior students, prefects still have a certain deterrent effect.

As Flint left, the people gathered in the dormitory also dispersed, and even Bol and Derek also left with the crowd.

"Mesa Black." Gascoigne said, "If you need help... you can come to me at any time. Not every Slytherin is Marcus Flint, and there are still people who are willing to help those in need. People, lend a helping hand.”

"Thank you for your kindness, but no need. I can handle this."