For several days in a row, Vincent brewed potions whenever he had free time.
What he got for 33 Galleons were four kinds of potions with short-term enhancement effects.
He placed more than twenty small bottles into the large trunk beneath his bed, then recalled Snape's strange behavior during the day.
That man hadn't deducted points from Gryffindor today!
And he had barely paid Harry any attention, only briefly scolding Seamus and Neville.
The waters ran deep—deep enough to drown someone.
"Just thinking about it gives me the chills~" He shook his head and looked at his soundly sleeping roommates.
Neville's snoring wasn't particularly loud, but James and Alfred had both been sleeping with earmuffs these past few days.
"Snore—snore—"
That drill-like noise could actually be solved with a single Silencing Charm.
But that was only found in the fifth-year Charms class textbook, and it wasn't very humane.
Still, four years from now...
Anyway, Vincent knew that once James and Alfred learned it, they would definitely cast it on Neville every night before bed.
Just imagining it felt too tragic, making him fumble with his earmuffs several times before finally putting them on straight.
After a night's sleep, it was the weekend again.
Following morning Quidditch practice, Harry stopped Vincent just as he was about to remove his protective gear.
"What is it? Why so mysterious?"
They arrived at an abandoned greenhouse, and Harry shut and locked the door.
"I think I know You-Know-Who's true identity."
Vincent was a little bewildered. "Who?"
"Snape!"
Harry lowered his voice. "When Ron and I were leaving the club common room on Wednesday, we happened to spot him sneaking upstairs from the staircase."
"Maybe he was sleepwalking?"
"No. We followed him quietly and found that he went to the forbidden right-hand corridor on the