The first Potions Class of the new term was full of unexpected incidents.
First, Neville's nearly burnt-through cauldron had its flame extinguished by a strange gust of wind. Then, Seamus's potion, which he had stirred purple, suddenly churned violently several times before returning to its normal green.
Passive defense had never been Vincent's style. As Snape quietly approached his next victim, trouble broke out among the Little Snakes on the other side of the aisle.
First came Draco. The potion in his cauldron slowly rose in an eerie manner, as though an invisible pair of giant hands were kneading it like jelly into a small green puppy.
Snape halted and turned his cold eyes on Vincent, who wore a faint smile.
His hands had not moved, nor had his mouth.
When had that little bastard's magic reached such a level?
Nonverbal spells and Wandless Magic were both exceedingly profound magical techniques. He had mastered and used both with such skill, yet left behind no trace at all?
Refusing to believe it, Snape ignored the small green puppy that had jumped down from the desk and risen onto its hind legs. He focused all his attention on Vincent, who wore an innocent expression.
A faint magical ripple flashed past, and Blaise watched blankly as the color of his potion grew darker and darker.
From green to blue, from blue to purple, then gradually beginning to blacken.
"Shit!"
The smell of burning wafted out as the cauldron before him began to shake violently.
Snape swiftly drew his wand, his eyes fixed tightly on Vincent as he flung the about-to-explode cauldron away without looking back.
With a bang, a pungent odor drifted into the classroom from outside.
His black eyes were filled with venom as he stared at Vincent. "Zabini, clean up outside