Gryffindor table.
With a glance from Hermione, Neville obediently stood and gave up his seat.
Vincent swallowed the food in his mouth first, then wiped his lips with a napkin. "Why are you sitting here?"
"Because I want to."
He naturally continued eating. "Should I feel honored?"
"Whatever." She stared intently into those azure eyes. "Anyway, thank you."
"What are you thanking me for?"
Hermione stood up. "Slytherin's points were reset to zero today. I think you should know why."
Vincent's right hand, holding his fork, trembled slightly. "I had no intention of dueling Malfoy."
"I'll be watching you."
With that, she left.
To outsiders, this conversation would have seemed utterly baffling.
But to Vincent, it represented a signal.
He had helped Hermione yesterday, and the clever little witch had quickly guessed who it was.
He knew that she did not know everything.
She knew that he did not know everything.
Sneaking out at night was something all students loved to do.
As long as they did not get caught, it was fine.
"This is going to be troublesome..."
Though Vincent had little appetite, he knew that sneaking out of the dormitory again would definitely not be as easy as before.
Perhaps when he opened the bedroom door late at night, Miss Granger would be standing outside with a sweet smile.
"You're not eating anymore?" Neville sat back down. "You said you were starving just now."
"Yeah, I'm starving." Vincent speared a small piece of pork chop and put it into his mouth.
But no matter how delicious the House-elves' cooking was, he could not taste a thing.
If he had not helped that clever little witch, Filch might have caught someone and gone back.
Then Gryffindor would have become Gryffindor-less.
"Anything planned for this afternoon?" James waved his little