Before returning to the castle, of course, we must first find Hermione's lost wand.
"Apparition Trail— " Vincent cast a tracking spell, and a particularly conspicuous white dot of light appeared in the distance.
The Vine Wood Wand was stuck in the ground, with several bumps and scratches appearing on its surface.
Hermione gently pulled it out and hugged it tightly in her arms with a look of heartache.
Vincent reassured her, "Don't worry, as long as the wand isn't broken, Mr. Ollivander will fix it."
The title of "Europe's Three Great Stick-Makers" is not just for show. It's just a few bumps and scratches, which can be repaired in no time.
Hermione put aside her concerns, but then she remembered Snape's behavior earlier.
Under normal circumstances, he would definitely "escort" them personally, instead of just giving them two bottles of Potions and sending them away.
He's willing to take out such a treasured item as the Miracle Potion; there must be something between him and the tall, thin Werewolf.
Vincent was also very interested in this.
As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle."
The more intelligence you have, the faster you can break through their defenses.
He and Hermione walked along, reviewing the details of what had just happened.
First, let's talk about attitudes towards Werewolf.
The power of Snape's Stunning Spell did not seem to be directed at them because of Sirius Black.
Next is her relationship with the tall, thin Werewolf.
He kicked her several times in a sneaky manner, as if he was worried that the injury wasn't serious enough.
Finally, why were the two of them sent away?
Could it be that we need to take out that Werewolf?
"This..." Vincent and Hermione were speechless.
If that's really the case, then there's no reason to give the Miracle Potion to the witness.
Although there is no eyewitness evidence, Snape has a criminal record.
Will the Wizarding Court believe the former Death Eaters, or the representatives of the Britain youth from Wizengamot?
Vincent tugged at the straps that were tightening around his neck. "Tonight's events were all because of that Werewolf, but he helped us, so we're even."
He glanced furtively at Hermione, who was pursing her lips. "Snape and that Werewolf clearly have a grudge. Since we can't come to any conclusions, we'd better not get involved."
Hermione stopped abruptly.
Being kind-hearted means thinking of others, while being nosy means meddling in things that are not your business.
She admits that she is a bit of a busybody, but that's not something she can change just by wanting to.
"I understand." Hermione looked him over carefully.
"Your injuries should be almost healed. If you feel uncomfortable, take them off."
Vincent felt that something was different about her, but when he looked at her from the left and right, she didn't seem to have changed.
Hermione became shy under his gaze.
"Do I—do I have something dirty on my face?"
"No." Vincent looked away and moved the fingers of his right hand, which was hanging in front of his chest.
In less than half an hour, it miraculously got better?
The Miracle Potion is truly amazing, especially one brewed by Snape himself.
His smile was particularly sinister.
Hermione met his deep blue eyes, which were full of scheming and intrigue, and knew what he was up to almost without thinking.
She went around behind him and unwrapped the bandage.
"Snape has been wary of us for a long time; how could he let us succeed so easily?"
Vincent cooperated with her, unwrapping the bandages circle by circle. "Isn't this a particularly good opportunity?"
Hermione squinted at his back, which was completely unmarked. "Snape would definitely guess that it was us."
The newly revised Hogwarts Code of Conduct was certainly not just for show, but Dumbledore was determined to protect people.
"Sigh—" Vincent looked up at the moon and sighed deeply, "I hope I won't get caught stealing a bottle or two?"
"Snape remembers everything from his school days so clearly, how could he possibly forget how many Potions he brewed?"
"And Fred and George have set a trap. What if we accidentally fall into it?"
Vincent felt inexplicably melancholy and also felt a chill.
He untied the last bandage, opened his suitcase, and grabbed a piece of clothing at random.
Hermione quickly turned her back. "You—you really plan to wear this back?"
Vincent looked down at it, then shoved it back in without a word.
Should I go back to see McGonagall Blue Fatty pajamas?
This is practically courting death.
He searched carefully and finally chose an ordinary white shirt.
"How about it?"
Hermione turned around and nodded slightly. "Very good."
The two left the Forbidden Forest and walked along the path leading to the castle.
Push open the door, and the candles will light automatically.
"Gurgle—" came the familiar snoring sound.
The two walked toward the Great Hall on their own, and when they opened the door, they saw Hagrid lying on the long table.
The snoring sounded particularly loud in the empty Great Hall, almost like that of Muggle construction crew.
People are sleeping so soundly, it's best not to disturb them.
Vincent tried his best to wink at Hermione.
If we miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, we don't know when we'll get another chance.
Hermione stole a glance at Hagrid was still snoring.
The twins' traps are all prank props; as long as you're quick, quiet, and careful, there shouldn't be any problems.
She nodded helplessly.
Vincent smiled slightly and gently closed the Great Hall door.
Light up your wand and quietly enter the dungeon. After turning a few corners, you'll find yourself in the corridor leading to the Bat Cave.
The two of them stared wide-eyed as they looked from a distance.
The place was a complete mess, done in a manner resembling a demolition.
The corridor floor and walls were almost entirely covered with a thick, yellowish-green liquid that emitted a faint, foul odor.
Several streaks even hung down from the ceiling, resembling the snot that oozes from the late stages of a severe cold.
Hermione quickly turned her head away, covered her mouth, put a Bubblehead Charm on her head, and took a few deep breaths of fresh air before daring to look back.
The smell wasn't the problem; the problem was that it looked absolutely disgusting.
The door was torn apart, with broken planks everywhere, some even stuck to those few "snot" strands.
She endured her nausea and continued to observe.
The broken edges of the broken wooden planks were clean and did not appear to have been damaged by an impact.
Vincent was also under the Bubblehead Charm, squinted and raised his wand, pointing it at a relatively large piece of wood.
A viscous, yellowish-green liquid was attached to it, forming numerous fine threads.
The strong glue sticks to the touch, and there seem to be a few small mold marks on the floor.
The shape is indiscernible, and the size doesn't resemble a footprint.
"Could it be that Snape has been infected?"
"That doesn't justify tearing down your own office door."
Hermione forced herself to squat down, suppressing her nausea, and saw many short black hairs stuck near the small marks.
"Could it be that Werewolf?"
Vincent crouched down beside her and observed for a few moments. "A door with a clean, sharp edge... able to break free of super glue... short black hair..."
All the clues point to the Werewolf. Did Snape send the two away to settle scores?
Hermione couldn't help but worry, "Will he be alright?"
Vincent raised his wand and pointed it at the pitch-black Bat Cave. "That depends on what he's actually done."
"Confiscation" and vandalism are different in severity; in the former, the item is still there, while in the latter, it is completely gone.
I hope that brave Werewolf is alright.