Elder Blood Witcher 386 The Real Vampire!

It isn't even half a day later that the school's rumour mill had distributed an altered version about what'd happened between Reima and Ca.s.sius Warrington and why the latter was currently in the hospital wing.

Reima kept his head low during the lessons but he still ended up getting pestered by his cla.s.smates because of it.

Cedric "Did you really attack a Sytherin for no reason?" he asks, not believing the rumour completely but knowing there's usually smoke where there's fire.

Reima "He tried to cast Bombarda at me and my friends, he got off lightly." he states coldly, due to this being the third time he's had to say it.

Cedric looks at him wide eyed, "Bombarda!?! Was he trying to murder you?" he quickly asks.

Reima shrugs, "Probably, that background character seems to be missing a few screws if you know what I mean?"

Cedric nods, "Well be careful, the Slytherins aren't know for giving up grudges... You might just find yourself surrounded out of the blue, or green should I say?" he says with a stupid smile.

Reima groans, "Your puns are awful you dumb sparkle vampire." he says while rubbing his forehead.

Cedric looks confused "Spar-kle Vam-pire?" seeing how the words sound in his mouth.

Reima waves the boys focus away "Nevermind, ignore it..."

After this lesson as he's heading to the cla.s.sroom he tutors Harry and Ciri in he's suddenly stopped by a calm, dull voice that seems to exudes contempt. "Mr. Ludvig, you will come with me to my office to speak about a recent conflict you may have had with one of my house." the familiar voice of Professor Snape droll's out.

Reima "Does it have to be now? I've got things to do." he says, focusing his cat-like eyes on the man who doesn't even seem to flinch at the usually intimidating action

Snape "Indeed, I've heard of the activities you partic.i.p.ate in as you skip cla.s.ses. Needless to say, I am not amused. Perhaps if you spent less time teaching you wouldn't be such a poor student?" he says while glaring at him.

Reima "Fine, whatever you say Professor, lets get this over with." he says reluctantly, starting to follow the man who's claok seems to flutter despite there being no breeze...

He's led through the dungeon and eventually into a room that's not far from the potion cla.s.sroom, the room itself is as dark and damp as the cla.s.sroom but doesn't seem to smell as harshly of potion ingredients, no, instead Reima can pick up the scent of Fire-whisky... Recently opened as well.

Reima doesn't hold any pretence and quickly sits down opposite the desk as the sallow faced man does the same with his own chair.

Snape "So, Mr Ludvig. I suppose I should hear the events from your side of the story?" he says slowly, looking gloomy presumedbly for having to follow such a basic procedure.

Reima nods, "I was accompanying my friends towards their lesson as my own was nearby to theirs when we were stopped by a wall of green. Slytherin students."

Snape cuts him off as a quill floats and scribbles the details, "May I know the name of those present?" he asks.

Reima leans his head to the side in confusion, this all seems way more professional that anything else he'd seen from the staff thus far. "Ciri Rivia, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter." he says, having to stifle his grin when the man grimaces at Harry's name.

Snape "And, did they partic.i.p.ate in the a.s.sau-Ahem. Conflict, in any way?" he quickly asks.

Reima's brows rise at this but he doesn't bother correcting the Professor, if they intend to do something to him then he'd return it 10-fold. "No Professor."

Snape nods to himself before gesturing for Reima to continue.

Reima "The group of Slytherins had cut us off and refused to let us pa.s.s, that's when Draco Malfoy started taunting Harry, this continued until a 7th year student... I don't really recall his name but he looks average-" he says with some mirth but is quickly interrupted.

Snape "Ca.s.sius Warrington?" he clarifies.

Reima scratches the back of his head, "Sounds about right, he started spouting some racist stuff about blood purity before he finally started throwing spells at me. I managed to block them with a silent Protego but it seemed that I had hurt his Ego-"

Snape "You are able to cast a silent Protego?" Reima nods, "Well, please do not stand on ceremony... Go ahead and prove your claim." he says, looking interested.

Reima shrugs his shoulders and taps his staff on the floor, causing a s.h.i.+eld to appear in-front of him. "That good enough Professor?"

Snape nods, "Continue."

Reima "As I was saying... I must have hurt his precious Ego as he resorted to firing a Bombarda, explosion curse at me. I'm sure you know fairly well what would have happened had that hit me or one of my friends, I wonder if Warringtons pure-blood would have saved him from those consequences? Especially since two of the people involved are champions for the tri-wizard tournament."

Snape doesn't reply but instead inquires on something else, "How did you block the spell? I've heard from numerous people that you had blocked it with your bare hand... Explain this." he says with a look of "Gotcha" on his face.

Reima "I like to craft spells in my free time, as you probably know I'm well versed in Arithmency and am able to cobble together functional spells at my leisure... What I used was a spell that's still in it's testing phase, though due to dire circ.u.mstances I had to use it."