HP: The Dropout Who Saved the World

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Making Goyle and Crabbe look foolish wasn't a difficult task.

After all, their heads weren't particularly useful—in terms of intelligence, that is.

To be honest, in the past year, Jane had barely seen them use either the thing above their necks or the wands in their hands. Rather than opening their mouths to cast spells, they seemed more concerned with opening them to eat, spending 25 out of 24 hours of the day constantly chomping away.

They were practically the wizard version of Taotie, the gluttonous beast.

As a result, no one in Slytherin would leave Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans or Chocolate Frogs in the common room anymore—any snacks left on the common room tables would vanish within ten minutes.

This particular trait of theirs clearly paved the way for Jane's pranking scheme.

She had initially considered cursing them, but she was more interested in curing their habit of eating everything in sight.

After Herbology class, Goyle and Crabbe returned to the common room covered in soil, laughing heartily. They thought they had dealt Jane quite a blow, not realizing they hadn't even managed a basic attack, and that their own misfortune was imminent.

When they entered the common room, they found a beautifully packaged box of biscuits on the previously empty table.

Crabbe's eyes lit up as he eagerly pointed out the biscuits to Goyle. Grinning stupidly, they stuffed the box into their pockets—dinner was about to start, and rumor had it the menu had been updated. They needed to arrive at the Great Hall precisely one second before the food appeared to avoid missing any dishes.

Jane doubted they were ever this punctual for classes.

In the Great Hall.

Jane sat alone at the far end of the table, keeping her distance from Goyle, Crabbe, and their master, Draco.

She certainly didn't want to be anywhere near when those two went berserk and knocked over all the dishes!

But their stupid, heavy voices still carried clearly to her ears.

"Fish and chips... hehe..."

"Chicken legs... steak... my darlings..."

Goyle and Crabbe's hands and faces were gleaming with grease, their mouths, chins, and cheeks covered in meat juices and sauce. Each grabbed a steak with one hand, shoving it into their mouths greedily and ferociously, biting one corner and twisting their heads to tear off chunks—their table manners were worse than the three-headed dog in the forbidden corridor.

Even Draco clearly couldn't stand them anymore, his grey eyes full of impatience as he shouted at them:

"Bloody hell—have you not eaten for three days? You're getting oil all over my robes!"

They grunted in response but continued to devour their food like hungry tigers, moving from steaks to pizza, then slurping down cream of mushroom soup, and finally, when they could barely eat anymore, helping themselves to three large scoops of ice cream, planning to enjoy it with the biscuits they'd stolen from the common room.

But when they ate one biscuit, contentedly sucking the butter off their fingers,

Everything changed.

The entire Slytherin table erupted in shocked exclamations!

Goyle and Crabbe suddenly dropped their ice cream and biscuits and began stripping off their robes in public—quills started growing from their skin, covered in yellow feathers, making them scratch at their skin trying to pull them out. But these couldn't be removed by force, and their attempts only caused them to cry out in pain, though even their screams had transformed into canary chirps.

—They had turned into two enormous half-canary, half-human monsters!

They frantically waved their arms, trying to reach for their wands, but their now wing-like arms knocked over the surrounding food, shattering plates and bowls everywhere, splashing pumpkin juice in all directions. Yellow feathers fell onto pizzas, into soups and goblets, causing nearby students to complain loudly as they stood up to avoid the mess.

"You idiots! What are you doing? Can't you eat properly?"

Draco jumped up in fury, shaking his robes. His platinum head was splattered with soup, and his clothes were soaked with spilled pumpkin juice.

The entire Great Hall had noticed the commotion and burst into laughter. The Gryffindors were particularly delighted to see the Slytherins making fools of themselves. Harry and Ron laughed while pointing at Malfoy.

Some Gryffindors started whistling, taunting:

"Hey birdies, why don't you sing us a little tune?"

Jane noticed that Fred and George's whistles were the loudest from the middle of the red table. They were doubled over with laughter, even using two goblets to accompany Goyle and Crabbe's chirping.

Seeing her looking their way, one of the twins—either Fred or George—winked at her, raising his hand above his head with a thumbs up.

"Well done!" he mouthed.

After fifteen minutes, Goyle and Crabbe's feathers began to fall out, and once all the feathers were gone, they returned to normal. They cowered, casting vengeful but fearful glances at her, clearly having guessed who had caused their public humiliation.

Jane gave them a cold smile and made a throat-slitting gesture.

They were no match for her!

The color drained from their faces in terror, and they jumped from their seats as if they'd been stuck with pins, fleeing the Great Hall without daring to look back.

The Great Hall erupted in another wave of laughter.

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When Jane finished her meal and was heading back to her dormitory, Theodore, who had been quiet all along, approached her.

As usual, his lips were drawn in a straight line without expression, but she could read a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

"Excuse me—Yu, next time you plan something like this, give me a warning."

He lifted his robes to show Jane their sorry state:

—The originally black and green robes embroidered with silver thread were splattered with yellow pumpkin juice and bits of chewed food, presumably sprayed from Goyle and Crabbe's mouths.

Jane coughed awkwardly.

She knew about Theodore's obsession with cleanliness, and she felt sorry for the friendly fire.

"Scourgify!"

With a flash of white light, the robes were restored to their pristine condition.

Lowering his robes, Theodore let the matter drop.

He was interested in her spell, pressing his lips together as his blue eyes filled with admiration:

"How much did you learn over the summer? That's a fourth-year spell."

Jane clearly had more patience for this friendly and quiet study partner than for others.

She didn't mind teaching him the techniques for casting this spell.

The two walked towards the courtyard.

But what she didn't see was Draco behind them, gripping his fork tightly, his grey eyes fixed intently on their retreating figures.