After Snape had gone far enough, Vincent doubled back.
He crouched halfway down and stared intently at the liquid-like Invisibility Cloak.
It felt extraordinary, especially to the touch.
It was lighter than Fred's cloak, which had lost its invisibility, and its texture was far finer.
Based on the memories that were nearly used up, Dumbledore had returned it to Harry so he could safely reach the room on the fourth floor.
If it really was James Potter's cloak, then things became very interesting.
Twelve years without losing its effect, lighter and smoother to the touch.
Based on Vincent's current understanding of alchemy, the magical power needed to make Demiguise fur retain its effects permanently would be an utterly terrifying amount.
Nicolas Flamel, at 667, could not manage it, nor could 111-year-old Dumbledore.
Harry's Invisibility Cloak might not have been man-made.
"Oh, so this is where you were—"
Rather than being startled, Vincent studied Dumbledore behind him with great interest.
This cloak felt very similar to the Elder Wand in his hand.
"Professor, if I'm not mistaken, they were both made by the same creator, weren't they?"
Dumbledore showed no surprise whatsoever. "Yes, they are both very special."
As though he had been prepared, he drew the Elder Wand.
"Would you be interested in hearing a story?"
Vincent's eyelids twitched wildly. "I'm not interested, Professor.
I'm going back to sleep!"
After plotting against Harry, it seemed Vincent could not escape either.
"I don't need you to do anything." Dumbledore held the Elder Wand out to him. "Every decision will be yours to make."
Vincent picked up the Invisibility Cloak he had dropped. "Professor, I don't understand.
According to the prophecy, shouldn't Harry be the one to defeat Voldemort?
The role I can play in this should be negligible, shouldn't it?"
Dumbledore