Gellert gave a small laugh and glanced back at his equations for a moment, quill still doodling small geometric shapes in the margin of his paper. He looked back to Tom as he spoke, a single brow lifting. "They're calling it 'excessive use of force,' I believe." That wasn't the entire story, of course, not at all -- but except for the two that had died, no one knew the full story except for Bela, and she wasn't going to be telling any time soon.
Gellert really wasn't too upset over being expelled. In fact, he was glad of it. He could have Obliviated the subjects of his experiments afterward, could have taken measures to ensure he would never be caught, but it had seemed like too much effort to avoid something that really wasn't that horrible. He was sick of school. He'd known more than his professors since his second year; Durmstrang's only use was to teach him to be charming, and provide him with test subjects. Oh, and their library was rather convenient.