Although he wasn't suspended, this should be enough to change the current situation.
Snape needs to find a way to improve his image among the students, Vincent and others will have to be punished for organizing the strike.
It wasn't anything serious; it was just going to the Bat Cave to process Potions ingredients.
"Three times a week, for a period of one month." Dumbledore glanced at their expressions.
Vincent seemed indifferent, while Snape's lips curled into a slight smile.
"If there are no objections, then this is the decision."
Hermione and Daphne could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The best outcome is that no conflict occurs.
From the perspective of both sides, as students, they could even be considered to have won a great victory.
Snape left the Headmaster's Office and his face darkened when he saw the students gathered in the corridor.
The mischievous Weasley Twins, the corrupted Diggory and Scamander, and a whole bunch of silly Little Lions.
That was great, but my good mood instantly turned sour.
Once his figure was out of sight, Fred and George immediately cheered loudly. "We won!"
The Old Bat had a sour face; he'd definitely been suspended!
When Vincent and the two little witches emerged, they were greeted with unprecedented applause.
The twins even tried to pick them up and lift them high in the air, but they dodged them each time.
"Dude, you're so shy!"
"Yes." Vincent shook his head, both amused and exasperated.
"I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will agree to a party tonight."
Tomorrow is the weekend, so staying up all night isn't out of the question.
After arriving at the Great Hall and giving a brief explanation, the Little Lions became even more excited.
The third-grade students, who were partly making history, were so excited they couldn't express it in words.
James and Alfred took Neville around as if showing off their "great achievements".
Lavender and Parvati pulled Hermione aside to ask for details, while Harry and Ron discussed something with beaming faces.
Seamus and Dean, along with the twins, went to the Slytherin table and made sarcastic remarks, which made the Little Snakes so angry that they wanted to hit them.
When victory arrives, celebration is both a catharsis and a right.
Vincent sat quietly at the long table, the worry on his face gradually fading away.
Perhaps because he used the Time-Turner so often, he felt that it had been a long time since he had a time to freely vent his emotions.
Lunch was a typical English family meal, but he tasted something different.
"In a good mood?" Hermione sat down next to her after the meal.
Vincent scooped up a spoonful of pudding. "One less thing to worry about. I'm thinking of having a party in the Club Room right now."
The House Points no longer need to worry about their academic performance; they can finally focus on research and development.
The Alchemy Shop, originally scheduled to open during Christmas, will likely open before Halloween.
Hermione smiled genuinely, then noticed the wristwatch on his wrist.
The dial has no brand name, only a white background with black Magical Runes "?4?0".
"You changed your watch?"
"Yes, it's a birthday present from Rinne."
Hermione looked away, her expression somewhat complicated.
The time is correct, but the date displayed is September 19th.
If she wasn't mistaken, Vincent must have used the Time-Turner many times.
Going back to the past is just a facade; one's own time will also pass.
The past is the present, and the present is the future.
Vincent swallowed the last bite of pudding and noticed she was deep in thought, her head bowed.
He glanced at his wristwatch and roughly understood what was going on.
"Don't worry, I strictly adhere to the time rules, and nothing irreversible will happen."
Hermione suddenly looked up and stared directly into his eyes. "I don't think there's anything wrong with that."
"You taught me to make reasonable use of loopholes while still following the rules."
There are many things that are explicitly prohibited by school rules, but as long as they are not discovered, they are permissible.
There are no perfect laws in the world, and there are no perfect people.
Even the most exemplary students, excelling in both character and academics, have various shortcomings.
She always likes to teach others and is particularly prone to taking things too seriously.
"I never said any of that to you," Vincent quickly distanced himself.
"You figured it out on your own, don't blame it on me."
Hermione stared at him and then burst out laughing.
"I didn't blame you, why are you so nervous?"
Vincent breathed a sigh of relief.
In the past, even if one acknowledged the truth of the argument, they would simply dismiss it as "fallacy."
She has really changed a lot; she's practically a different person from the bookworm she used to be.
Vincent toward the Great Hall doors with his lip, "Don't blame me if you regret this later."
The moment Snape entered, carrying a heavy atmosphere, the lively Great Hall fell silent.
Feeling uncomfortable, the students, regardless of whether they had finished eating, all chose to get up and leave.
Even when he suffered a setback, Snape in his subconscious was still Snape.
Time may change many things, but it is always difficult to define good and bad.
"No, it won't," Hermione whispered.
She stood up. "Thanks to you, I haven't felt inferior for a long time."
"Hmm—" Vincent raised his eyebrows. "You're quite the smooth talker now."
I'm actually quite vain, so if you're good with words, say more.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Let's hurry up and go. We have Defense Against the Dark Arts and Arithmancy this afternoon."
Vincent followed silently behind her, seemingly oblivious to Snape's "fierce" gaze.
Processing Potions ingredients... just thinking about it is wonderful.
... radon
Since yesterday's Defense Against the Dark Arts, Lupin's standing among the third-year Little Lions has been second only to Dumbledore and McGonagall.
He wasn't particularly witty, though he would occasionally throw in a little humor.
Like Elphias Doge, who substituted for him last semester, he is also a very popular professor.
"Today is also a practical lesson."
As soon as Lupin finished speaking, the students put their textbooks away.
"Very good, everyone, follow me!"
This time it wasn't the staff lounge on the second floor, but the castle's dungeon.
The air was thick and murky, the environment was eerie and terrifying, and the sound of dripping water came out of nowhere.
Vincent at the front and Hermione at the back didn't think anything of it, and Harry and Ron in the middle were already used to it.
As they passed the Bat Cave — the Potions Class professor's office—the remaining students were terrified that the door would suddenly open and a sinister Old Bat would emerge.
The oppressive atmosphere didn't last long; Lupin quickly led them around the corner to a lower level.
This is where the castle piles up old and discarded items. Vincent and his friends came here during a nighttime outing when he was in first grade.
Lupin raised his glowing wand high, "Ultimate Lumos— "
The ball of light from the tip of the cane shone onto the dark ceiling, illuminating the storage room, which was about half the size of the Great Hall and filled with all sorts of rusty, moldy old things.
The pile of dust that was swept down two years ago is now even higher, probably because other students have come in to explore.