Friday's Potions Class.
The expression on Snape's face had hovered somewhere between pleased and displeased the entire time.
Especially whenever he wandered near Harry, his gaze practically screamed that he wanted to shove the boy's head into a cauldron.
Yet whenever he wasn't staring at Harry, the corners of his mouth would actually curl up slightly.
The Bat Cave definitely had something good!
As soon as class ended, Vincent had wanted to find his friends and plan a world-shaking scheme.
However, Wood came over and took both him and Harry away.
"Next Saturday is our first Quidditch match. We'll be facing Slytherin."
The meaning in his eyes was obvious.
"Understood, Captain Wood!"
The Gryffindor Quidditch team trained for the entire afternoon.
"You-Know-Who really was Quirrell?" Harry asked curiously in the changing room.
Last night, he and Ron had gone to the fourth floor and tried every possible method before finally getting through the trapdoor guarded by dear little Fluffy.
Then they had been caught by Devil's Snare and spent ages before thinking of using the Wand-Lighting Charm.
The keys and wizard chess were gone, and only the troll had been passed without much danger.
In the end, they arrived in an empty room.
An empty room with no flames, no parchment, and no potions.
On their way back, Filch caught them and dragged them straight to the first-floor office by their arms.
As they passed the Great Hall, they finally got their wish and saw "You-Know-Who."
Snape seemed to be smiling as he "inspected" an Acromantula?
Anyway, he had been in quite a good mood and hadn't made a fuss over them.
Vincent comforted him. "We can't judge whether someone is good or bad based on our first impression."
Harry nodded with particular seriousness. "You're right. Even if Snape is