Snape, of course, did not believe that Vincent had such luck.
He cast seven or eight Revealing Charm in a row with his wand, covering the area outside the boys' restroom.
No one appeared.
That left him no choice but to believe it.
The moment the cubicle door was pushed open, Vincent swung his Alder Wand, which glowed with a pale blue light.
"Finite Incantatem— "
Although the Revealing Charm was neutralized, it also completely exposed his location.
However, at such an easily accessible distance, it's really hard to say who has the advantage.
Snape decisively withdrew his right hand, which was holding the wand, and instinctively stepped back.
He didn't know Vincent's true fighting level, but what he had shown more than half a month ago already qualified him as a melee wizard.
If the wand were stolen, the embarrassment would be enough to fill the Mariana Trench.
The pale blue light that could dispel the spell did not disappear; in fact, it was approaching at an extremely fast speed.
"Shield Charm— "
The Alder Wand pierced through the semi-transparent barrier, forcing Snape to retreat all the way to the opposite cubicle.
Vincent, who was in stealth mode, suddenly flicked his wand, turning the door behind him into a long bandage.
They were like living tentacles, menacingly reaching towards the figure in front.
When Snape used his powerful magic to repair the Shield Charm, he was caught off guard and had his waist bound.
With his experience, he decisively spread his legs and squatted down slightly, standing as steadily as a mountain.
Vincent was completely taken aback by this display.
As expected of someone capable of being a double agent, he has a wealth of combat experience.
He simply continued forward, bringing his Alder Wand right up to the center of the Shield Charm.
Mars, like those from welding, illuminated the entire boys' washroom.
Snape resisted the pull of the bandages and the astonishing force pushing against him with a blank expression.
"Hehehehe—" Peeves's laughter came from beneath their feet.
"Good evening~ Two of you—" He had just poked his head out when a small red ball came flying at him.
The smoke went into his long nose, and into Snape's big nose as well.
Vincent stepped back to the left, crossed his arms, and used his feet to push off the wall next to him before jumping up.
"Crack—" A two-meter-high glass window shattered.
"Cough cough— Wayne!" Snape quickly covered his big nose, blowing away the broken glass and smoke.
Peeves immediately burst into curses. "Little Bat, you just wait!"
He passed through the wall and chased after him.
Snape didn't have such skill, but he still managed to break free of the bandages and use Transfiguration to create a few small steps.
After nearly half an hour of arguing, he had guessed that Vincent wanted to lure him away so that the other rascals could sneak into the dungeon.
Go back?
He's going to catch this guy today and deduct Gryffindor points for assaulting a professor!
With the castle so lively, the professors were naturally woken up.
Just now, McGonagall on the second floor sat up with her lips pursed, but lay back down after hearing Peeves's voice.
She knew that if she kept going out at night, she was bound to run into someone sooner or later.
"It would be best to teach him a lesson..."
She put on the wool earmuffs and closed her eyes peacefully.
This "he" certainly doesn't refer to Vincent.
Flitwick, half-asleep on the Seventh Floor, opened his eyes and saw an open window in the corridor as soon as he stepped out of his office.
Just as he was about to go and close the window, Peeves suddenly popped out from the floor.
"Oh, good evening—damn little bat, did he fly away from here?"
Flitwick shook his head, indicating that he hadn't seen anything.
"Goodbye, Professor~" Peeves jumped out of the window and disappeared in a dazzling firework.
Just as he closed the window, Snape came running over.
His eyes and nose were red, as if he had been crying.
"Severus, you—"
"And him?"
"Who?"
He pushed past Flitwick, opened the window, and stuck his head out.
The castle was shrouded in darkness.
"Severus, what exactly are you and Peeves doing?"
"I don't have time to explain, Filius."
Snape stepped onto the windowsill. "It's all choking smoke from the Great Hall to here. You're in charge of it."
"No—" Flitwick quickly shoved his little head out.
It was pitch black; you couldn't see anything.
Peeves called out "Little Bat," and then Snape came over.
So who opened this window?
He pulled his little head back, picked up his wand, and headed towards the stairwell.
"Interesting ingredients..."
It's not just about using pepper powder; it's about infusing chili peppers into the smoke.
Flitwick was quite interested in this and began collecting it little by little up the stairs.
Half a minute after he left, a dark figure suddenly appeared in the corridor.
Vincent opened his black gloves and glanced at his watch.
There are 20 minutes left; all you need to do is show up in the last five minutes.
Given Snape's obsession with him, it's highly likely he'll stay outside the dungeon.
As he was about to sit down and rest, someone suddenly pressed down hard on his shoulder from behind.
He struggled free and was so shocked when he saw who it was that his jaw almost dropped.
The disheveled woman, head bowed, staggering to her feet, was Professor Trelawney, who had just emerged from the Divination Classroom on the Seventh Floor.
"Ahem—" Vincent cleared his throat. "I'm Draco Malfoy, and I'm going back to sleep now."
However, Trelawney did not respond; instead, she walked towards him step by step.
"Professor, are you alright?"
She continued walking on her own.
It's the middle of the night, he was probably sleepwalking.
Vincent moved aside, and she turned around and walked straight up to him.
He was speechless.
The professor who Divination doesn't come out early in the morning or late at night; he only comes out during breaks.
"The real Dark Lord— " she seemed to be muttering to herself.
"Gellert Grindelwald Grindelwald?" Vincent stopped backing away and let her take his right hand.
"Is he about to leave Nurmengard?"
Trelawney did not answer, but slowly raised her head and stared at him with emotionless eyes.
"Tom, who has no nose, going to be resurrected?"
Professor Dumbledore is going to kill Fudge?
Or is Snape going to quit his job and start his own business?
She did not answer any of the three questions in a row.
Vincent felt a chill run down his spine under her gaze. "Professor, what exactly are you trying to say?"
"The true Dark Lord is about to appear." Trelawney twitched slightly, but her hands never loosened their grip.
"His henchmen are all over the world, and his influence extends to magical governments worldwide—"
She trailed off, "With the help of two mentors, he grew into a true Dark Lord, possessing the power to conquer the Wizarding World."
Is this some kind of shamanistic ritual?
Vincent was wondering what was going on when he suddenly heard a "smack".
He looked down at his empty left hand, then at Trelawney, who was lying face up on the ground.
"Gurgle—" He could swear by Gu Gu's big belly that he had never touched her.
But whether it's sleepwalking or shamanism, we need to move the person back home as soon as possible.
He reluctantly picked up Trelawney and headed towards the Divination Classroom located in the far corner.