My Hand Doesn't Hurt, and My Cold Is Already Better

If we're talking about who's been acting the most erratically at school lately, Dumbledore, who's often absent, is definitely the first one that comes to mind.

Vincent looked at Dumbledore a very strange gaze, as if he were looking at a criminal.

Unfortunately, he was the principal, and he was going against Tom.

After ruling that out, Hermione, who is of Muggle origin, is impossible, as is Daphne, whose family has a hereditary Blood Curse.

He looked at Cedric was still talking intensely.

Those who are forced into a corner can be excluded.

Dumbledore bent down and said, "This is a matter of great importance, and I do not wish to disclose it prematurely."

Alright, fishing plan 2.0.

Vincent rolled his eyes. "Professor, you'd better take good care of me. He hates me to the core."

"I believe you will find a way."

Dumbledore is gone.

They left decisively, as if they were running away.

"Tch, stingy old man~" Vincent scoffed, listening quietly to their various unreliable guesses.

The House-elf who prevented Harry from returning to school was somewhat reliable, but what about Filch Madam Pince?

Voldemort may lack principles, but he wouldn't be this reckless.

"Ah—I'm sleepy." Vincent put on his earmuffs and lay down to sleep amidst their enthusiastic discussion.

George winked at Cedric.

"I wouldn't dare, why don't you do it?"

"It's pointless." He turned and urged Rolf to go.

Hermione had stopped smoking, looked at Vincent and began to sort out the people he had a deep grudge against.

The student's chances are very low, but as for the professor...

"Don't you guys think Lockhart's recent behavior is quite unusual?"

"Huh?" Rolf quickly changed the subject. "Now that you mention it, it seems like he hasn't had a proper class in a long time."

"There's nothing unusual about it," Fred said dismissively. "How could someone with his paper-thin, pretty face be interested in him?"

That makes perfect sense.

Lockhart may look glamorous, but he's actually worse than many students.

They were also awarded the Order of Merlin, but they were much more low-key than him.

Although it was the same Healing Charm, Vincent didn't break his nose or remove the bone.

That's it?

Voldemort doesn't care about the Dark Lord's reputation?

"Although—but—" Hermione scratched her head, "Well, I hope I'm overthinking it."

Vincent woke up feeling completely dazed.

Fred and George were asleep, but they were still drooling and lying next to his pillow.

Cedric and Rolf went even further, sleeping with their heads resting on his lap.

Finally, there's Gu Gu.

I don't know who called it, but its big butt was pressing against my chest.

No wonder I had a nightmare; it was all caused by these mischievous friends.

"Get up! Professor Lockhart is here with his House-elf!"

The four of them were so startled that they fell off the hospital bed.

"Run!"

"Ugh—he's here again—"

"Gu Gu— "

Still half-asleep, Fred and George had just stepped out of the Hospital Wing when they suddenly turned around and stared at Vincent, who had sat up.

Cedric poked his head out. "Is that Lockhart? We need to hurry—"

He shook his large head and looked at Rolf, who also had a blank expression.

There's no such thing as Lockhart or the House-elf; they're all fake.

Hermione, who was woken up, was in a bad mood, but she laughed out loud when she saw them being teased.

Madam Pomfrey came several times last night, and each time they sent her away with various excuses.

Things like taking care of patients, strengthening friendships, and moving Vincent deeply.

But before she fell asleep, the twins were still urging Cedric and Rolf to stay awake.

Well, now they've gotten tricked instead of trying to trick someone.

"Dude, that's not fair!"

"Exactly, and we were even planning to protect you!"

Vincent tossed the pillow over, saying, "I think you should protect my pillow first."

The dried parts have already developed stains, while the undried parts are still damp.

Disgusting, really disgusting.

Just as Cedric and Rolf burst out laughing, Vincent slapped his thighs.

"Because of you, I had a nightmare last night!"

"What nightmare?"

"I was chased by Lockhart and his House-elf all night."

"Pfft—" Hermione quickly covered her mouth.

"And you too!" Vincent grabbed Gu Gu, making it unable to move in his arms.

"I felt like I couldn't breathe all night, and it turns out it was you, you little rascal!"

"Gu Gu— " it blinked its innocent big eyes.

"Can't you change seats?"

"Gu Gu".

"There are plenty of beds here."

Gu Gu turned its neck, pretending not to see anything.

Vincent pouted and glanced in that direction.

A figure walked quickly towards them from outside.

It feels very familiar, like something I've seen before.

"I'm not here!" He picked up the wand on the table and disappeared from the five people's sight.

Hermione turned around thoughtfully, nearly fainting from anger.

Lockhart did come, but instead of the House-elf, he brought two large bouquets of flowers.

"Hello everyone." He looked around. "Where's Vincent? Is he in the bathroom?"

"Uh—yes!" Cedric Nana nodded. "He has a stomachache—no, he said he has Quidditch practice today."

"I see." Lockhart placed a bouquet of flowers beside the bed with some regret. "Is his injury alright?"

"He's completely drained, like a gust of wind—ah!" George got his bottom rubbed.

"He's fine; even the typhoon in Furaikan couldn't take him away."

"Great!" Lockhart went over to Hermione.

"Professor, my hand doesn't hurt, and my cold is all better now."

He nodded and placed the flowers in the vase.

"It may sound like hindsight, but if I had been there, no monster could have harmed you."

Hermione didn't believe that at all.

If he were there, he probably would have turned around and run away.

"Thank you, Professor."

After thanking her politely, Lockhart seemed to sense the awkward atmosphere, told her to get some rest, and then left.

"Disgusting," Fred said, sticking out his tongue and making a few retching noises.

"Useless at everything, but a master at bragging."

"Brilliant!" George glanced around warily. "What's there to be afraid of with this kind of trash?"

Vincent, who had been hiding behind him, quietly stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "Lockhart is stupid, Tom is bad, Malfoy is both stupid and bad."

Which one do you find the most annoying?

George turned around hastily, "Please, they're not even in the same league."

"The level of dislike is the same." Vincent released the Disillusionment Charm. "For me."

A narcissistic, arrogant, and selfish professor; Dark Lord who specializes in terrorist attacks; and a pampered young master.

Cedric scoffed at him, "But no matter what, none of these three are a match for you."

"Thank you for the compliment." Vincent lay back on the hospital bed. "Lockhart and Malfoy are nothing. Only Tom is finished after losing just one time."

The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, and at this point, no one is the most suspicious.

Last year, he was able to tap from the side and dig out the hidden Quirrell.

This year is going to be tough.