The entrance to the castle dungeon is now guarded by Snape.
He even lit all the candles, making it brighter than daytime.
This is a very patient hunter.
At least that's what Vincent in the stairwell thought.
It's 1 a. m., and there are only five minutes left.
The basement where the kitchen was located was right next to the dungeon, and his task was to lure Snape away once again.
There were still plenty of smoke grenades left, but the other side was clearly not going to fall for it again.
Other actions won't work; they'll only make the other side more determined to defend.
After consuming four more enhancement potions, he didn't choose to hide this time.
Good evening, Professor—
Snape frowned at the sound of that deep, hoarse voice.
Along with it came a dart with a metallic sheen.
The spell he cast with his raised hand successfully knocked it down.
The Batarang stuck in the ground began to smoke.
This is a smoke bomb disguised with Transfiguration!
"Gather everyone—"
The incantation had barely been uttered when another Batarang came hurtling towards them.
Snape knocked down seven or eight opponents in a row, and the fire in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
"Face me, Wayne!"
His answer was two Batarang.
Such dirty psychological warfare actually swayed ordinary wizards.
Vincent, leaning against the wall, pulled two small red balls from his belt.
"Finite Incantatem— "
Transfiguration was not used this time.
As soon as Snape inside caught a glimpse of them, two spells were hurled at him.
Unfortunately, it had no effect.
He was, after all, an experienced professor, and as he lunged to the side, he quickly put the Bubblehead Charm on his head.
Vincent felt this was a good opportunity.
"Protego— "
After casting a protective spell on his right hand, he raised his wand and struck at the compressed cloud of smoke.
Even if the scope of the Finite Incantatem is small, it is still larger than this showy gathering spell.
Like a balloon filled with dust being punctured, the space at the dungeon entrance was instantly filled with smoke.
Just as Snape straightened up and was about to gather his strength again, a blurry dark figure appeared in front of him.
The thick wall he had just erected with Transfiguration was pierced directly by the Alder Wand emitting blue light.
Vincent broke down the defense with almost no effort.
The smoke grew thicker, and the figures of the two became increasingly blurry.
Snape knew the man was nearby and eyeing his wand covetously.
Legilimency is ineffective, and the risk of dispelling the smoke is too high.
More importantly, he did not want to use large-scale damaging magic.
Even when two Batarang streaked through the smoke, it did not waver.
After two loud "bangs," the dungeon door was opened from the outside.
The five people wearing gas masks all understood that they had to wait for a signal.
Vincent lunged at Snape.
Success! Dungeon cleared.
If it fails, the entire group will be punished.
Slytherin were unwilling to take risks, but Gryffindor possessed that courage.
He pressed his steaming right hand against the shoulder of the person holding the wand in front of him.
The sudden tug caused Snape to slightly raise the corners of his mouth.
No matter how capable an eleven-year-old child is, at most he can only pull on this 1.8-meter-tall adult.
Muggle fighting skills are indeed impressive, but it's better to train for a few more years before trying.
Then he lost weight.
"Flying Crane Catches Shrimp!"
Snape's feet were about half a meter off the ground.
But Vincent did not stop his attack.
"Hungry Wolf Advances!"
He lunged forward, sideways with his right shoulder.
If this move hits, the waist will definitely be gone.
"Shield Charm— " Snape activated the Shield Charm and clashed directly with him.
The five small figures at the dungeon entrance all knew this was a signal.
They didn't have time to complain about the names of the moves; they just sprinted towards the basement next door.
George was the first to arrive, Fred reached out and opened the door, and Hermione was the first to slip inside.
Only half a minute had passed when Cedric and Rolf went inside.
"Whoosh— Vincent is too fierce! He just threw the Old Bat into the air and rammed it."
"I think he'll be bedridden until the end of the Christmas holidays at the very least."
"Not necessarily. In the end, he used the Shield Charm."
"But Vincent also has the ability to Finite Incantatem."
Although Hermione, who had not yet spoken, was unaware of what had happened, she still keenly noticed something unusual.
"Why do you think Snape didn't go as far as he did with Quirrell?"
Cedric snapped back to reality. "Right, Vincent definitely couldn't have thrown him up right then and there. He'd have plenty of time to react."
Rolf put himself in his shoes, "I can't do anything about it myself, but with his height and weight—"
He's testing me! Just like Dumbledore!
Fred and George both looked utterly bewildered.
"We understand your feelings toward Professor Dumbledore, but Snape is not that kind of person at all."
Insidious, despicable, and unscrupulous.
As the head of Slytherin, he went even further this year.
Not only did he disrespect Harry, the renowned the Chosen One of the Wizarding World, but even after the six of them received nominations for the Order of Merlin, this person never showed the slightest restraint.
"Maybe you're right, Rolf." Hermione's worry was slowly fading.
"We all know he is the master of Legilimency, but what if it were you?"
What would you think if you encountered a natural-born master of Occlumency like Vincent?
"I'm uneasy." Cedric looked at Rolf. "Professor Dumbledore said it was Nicolas Flamel's invitation. How credible do you think that is?"
"Fifty or fifty," Rolf said, unsure. "My grandfather said that Mr. Flamel was a very nice man, just like any old man you might meet in Godric's Hollow."
"That means..." Fred and George both understood.
Because the master of Legilimency can read other people's thoughts, he will gradually increase his desire for control without realizing it.
Dumbledore wanted to train Harry, but gave up after Vincent discovered Quirrell's true colors.
The sword-splitting Killing Curse nearly crippled Voldemort, whose strength had been greatly reduced.
This desire for control forced even the strongest in the Wizarding World to test him repeatedly.
As a fellow master of Legilimency, Snape must have had his own ideas.
What do you think it is?
Hermione gave a wry smile when asked the question.
"When Professor Dumbledore first tested Vincent, he swallowed that super sour candy directly."
The second time, you were both present, and he openly daydreamed in front of the professor, completely refusing to listen to his explanation.
"He knew all along!" Rolf's lips twitched violently. "No wonder he was chosen."
"About two weeks ago," Hermione recounted what happened during her Flying Class that day.
Vincent must have been repeatedly tested by Dumbledore before he deliberately sought out Draco to relieve his stress.
"Merlin's big shorts!" Cedric exclaimed, his mouth agape. "Is the professor planning to personally teach him?"
"Slurp—" Fred and George both looked at Rolf.
"Maybe," Rolf said, sounding rather uncertain.
But the mere presence of this statement suggests that the possibility is quite high.
In Hogwarts, anyone can claim to be Dumbledore's student.
But if it's a personal teaching relationship, then the two parties have a true master-disciple relationship.
mentor
apprentice.
Tutor,
Apprentice.