Vincent had left on his own solely to verify his second suspicion.
He went to the Trophy Room on the fourth floor and examined the Quidditch trophies won by Gryffindors over the years.
"1972, James Potter, Chaser..."
Snape looked to be only around thirty, so it was highly likely that he had known Harry's father while they were in school.
But comparing him to that little golden retriever, Vincent found it rather hard to believe.
"Was it the murder of his father, or the theft of his wife...?"
After verifying his second suspicion, he had somehow come up with an entirely new question.
"Forget it. It was all stuff from the previous generation..."
He decided to leave these complicated relationships, the kind that made his hair fall out the more he thought about them, for Harry to worry about.
Great Hall.
"Where did you go?"
"The Trophy Room."
Hermione, who was no longer sitting at the very end, immediately perked up her ears.
"Where's Harry?"
Neville swallowed the food in his mouth and said unclearly, "No idea. He just left the castle with Ron."
"Oh." After a brief moment of thought, Vincent knew they had gone to "enjoy" a feast.
Figuring it made no difference whether he said it early or late, he happily enjoyed his lunch.
Walking outside the castle toward the Forbidden Forest, one would eventually see a wooden hut.
It was where Hagrid, Hogwarts' Keeper of Keys and Grounds, had lived for decades.
Crunch—
After biting at it for quite a while, Harry finally managed to tear off a small piece from the hard Rock Cake in his hand.
Although the large black hunting dog sprawled across his lap was drooling rather heavily,
and had made his entire pair of trousers sticky,
both he and