If he could turn back time, Vincent would have made his family get him an old-fashioned camera no matter what.
Snape's expression of impotent fury just now would definitely fetch a good price at school.
At the very least, it had to be worth one Galleon.
Before his sorrowful, regretful heart could laugh for long, he encountered something truly saddening.
"Hello, Vincent."
Dumbledore, dressed in light-blue pajamas, stood by the lake and waved at him.
"Cough, cough—" Vincent gathered his emotions. "I'm not Wayne. I'm Malfoy."
"Oh, is that so?"
Dumbledore looked deeply regretful. "Please forgive an old man's eyesight. I thought you were Mr. Wayne."
Vincent was rather surprised that he had actually managed to fool him so easily.
"Let me see. For stopping a mysterious person who had repeatedly broken into the Potions professor's office, Slytherin will receive—"
"Wait!" He tore off the gas mask covering his face. "Professor, your eyesight is excellent~"
Dumbledore blinked playfully at his ingratiating little face.
"Ah—I—"
The fooled Vincent swiftly came to his senses. "Professor, how did you know..."
"I don't know anything."
Dumbledore pointed behind him. "More students have been sleepwalking at night lately. I'm starting to consider assigning more homework."
Standing behind him were the twins Fred and George, along with Hermione, whose face was equally full of regret.
Vincent conceded defeat. "Professor, actually, I—"
"I asked them to do it, Professor."
Hermione stepped forward. "I started the fire that was just extinguished with a Fire-Making Spell."
Dumbledore nodded with a soft chuckle. "Miss Granger, you know this violates school rules, don't you?"
"Yes, I do."
Her expression grew even more resolute. "I had Vincent follow the mysterious person. I was worried, so I decided to send a signal to the castle."
Setting fire to the Forbidden Forest?
That was