Never name an animal lightly.
Because giving a name creates feelings, it also signifies the bond between humans and animals.
Like Crookshanks, Little Black Hei is not very clingy.
Too enthusiastic?
Vincent thought that they were used to the life of wandering, but it was just difficult for them to adapt in a short time.
At first, Jormungandr ignored him, but now he often rubs his big head against him.
After building a simple waterproof little wooden house, I said goodbye to the two little cuties and returned to the castle.
It was 10 p. m., not long after the banquet had ended.
His three roommates were all curious about where he had gone.
"Increase the biodiversity of the Forbidden Forest."
James blurted out. "Interspecies mating?"
Vincent was speechless. "Do you think that's possible?"
With an unusually unfriendly look in his eyes, Neville immediately shook his head in disbelief.
The same goes for Alfred.
"Of course not!" James said with a fawning smile.
"Old Wen, you're tall and handsome, you definitely wouldn't do that kind of thing~"
Vincent shook his head and opened the wardrobe.
Interspecies mating...
Hagrid shouldn't have done that.
But the sounds and stench coming from the hut...
He grabbed his pajamas, comforting himself that he was probably just ignorant and that it couldn't be a magical creature without natural enemies after hybridization.
But the more comforted I am, the more uneasy I feel.
Tomorrow is the first official day of school, and I don't know if there will be Care of Magical Creatures.
Not long after we entered the shower room, our three roommates came in, chatting amongst themselves.
There aren't many students at this spot, so they can each have their own cubicle.
"Hey Wen, how's the Potions Class going this semester?"
Even if you have three classes in a row, two hours will pass quickly.
"Yes, it will be soon—Bang!"
Neville slipped and fell directly against the cubicle door.
Actually, he was no longer as afraid as before.
But Snape's gaze at the dinner just now was truly chilling.
This is an extreme resentment, a feeling as if one wants to devour someone.
Vincent squeezed some shower gel onto the bath sponge. "Is it really that creepy? I don't think it's much different from before."
That's because you're not afraid at all.
Ask any Little Lions, and they'll all conclude that Snape was terrifying.
"Hmm... Percy shouldn't be afraid, nor should Fred and George, and Hermione."
That's it?
"It's gone."
Vincent suddenly realized something very serious.
A professor who teaches with personal feelings like Snape is clearly not a qualified or good professor.
If it weren't for Dumbledore protecting him, he probably would have been kicked out of the school after only a few years of employment.
The past is the past. He can criticize Snape from the perspective of the School Board Member, but he cannot condemn him on a moral level.
Have the class schedules been distributed yet?
"Not yet, probably at breakfast tomorrow."
Vincent turned off the tap without saying a word.
Lupin can only stay for a year at most; let's see what happens next year.
After taking a shower and returning to my dorm, it was only a little past 10 o'clock.
After working on Nicolas Flamel's manuscript until dawn, he quietly went to the castle's underground kitchen.
We arrived a bit early; the twins and Rolf weren't there yet.
Hermione gave him a strange look.
"What? I still have bubbles on my face?"
She mouthed something.
Vincent pointed.
Only the parties involved and the two principals knew about the Time-Turner; even the School Board Member paid for it had no right to interfere with the school's curriculum.
It's normal to test it after you get it, and he just brought Little Black back to the Forbidden Forest from Hogsmeade.
What can a black dog change?
Hermione, who had pulled him to a small corner, breathed a sigh of relief.
She had a sense of propriety, Vincent had an even greater sense of propriety.
How does it feel to go back in time?
"It's terrible, but you'll probably get used to it after a few tries."
Fred and George came in with a joke:
"Mr. Lucky, Miss Know-It-All, are you on a date?"
"No!" Hermione slammed her hand on the table and stood up angrily.
"We're talking about our studies!"
The twins stopped grinning and their expressions turned sad.
There are a total of 12 courses, so the next group night tour will probably be a long time away.
Vincent chuckled to himself.
Rolf arrived at that moment.
After getting a little food, the seven little ones, led by the twins' heavy footsteps, entered the Slytherin boys' dormitory.
It's the same corner, the same room.
"Not bad, it's been upgraded again."
More than ten magical traps are set up on the luxurious ebony door.
Some problems can be solved by using Finite Incantatem others can be solved by physical means.
The entrance is cleared; there's more to come.
The problem of carpets splintering was easily solved;
The luxurious crystal chandelier that could turn into a prison and fall at any moment is just a minor issue;
The desk next to the bed, which could be used to tie up intruders, is even less noteworthy.
Thanks to the teamwork of the seven members, they finally arrived at their destination safely.
On the magnificent oak bed, a blond boy lay fast asleep.
His fair and tender little face suddenly scrunched up.
The seven little ones were startled, but thankfully they didn't do anything afterward.
Sleeping with that expression, you must have had a terrible nightmare.
Fred and George grinned mischievously and pulled several small, yellowish-green, egg-shaped gadgets from their pockets.
Hermione rolled her eyes at them.
It's been two years already, and it's still the same old routine.
The twins placed them under the bed, then mysteriously turned away.
"A surprise?" Vincent squatted down and carefully examined the egg-shaped props.
It looks similar to Dungbombs, but it's a bit darker in color and a bit larger in size.
"Shh—" The twins gestured for them to step back, then pulled out their wands and pointed them under the bed.
"Kacha—" A faint sound of shells breaking rang out.
The seven little ones stood outside and saw a thick, brown liquid continuously gushing out.
"Swamp?"
"Not only that, we also added some super glue that doesn't stick when touched but sticks as soon as it touches."
Not only will your feet stick to it, but even a single hair will instantly become stuck to it.
Judging from the size of the egg-shaped prank prop, the high-end velvet carpet on the floor would probably be completely destroyed.
"Close the door quickly."
The swamp had spread to the doorway, and Vincent, who was closest, quickly closed the luxurious ebony door.
Having retaliated a little for the provocation during the day, tonight's night tour will now come to an end.
Fred and George were reluctant to part, while Cedric and Rolf were both feeling rather heavy-hearted.
Daphne whispered words of comfort to them.
"It's only for a while. Vincent and Hermione are so smart, they'll get their homework sorted out quickly."
The four of them rallied their spirits.
It's not like it'll be the last time I go out at night, so there's really nothing to be sad about.
Vincent winked at Hermione.
In fact, as long as the Time-Turner is used properly, there is no need to make a choice between studying and going out at night.