As an experienced professor, how could Snape possibly make a mistake in the classroom?
Vincent shook his head a few times, and the Little Lions clapped their little hands enthusiastically.
Neville didn't understand why this was necessary, so he quietly asked James, who was standing next to him.
"Whether it was intentional or not, any accidental mishap is considered the professor bullying the student."
"So that's how it is." Neville clapped his hands.
And they got more and more excited as they filmed.
"Quiet!" Snape turned and glared at the enemy, then returned to find that the Shield Charm on the opposite side had been reduced to a tiny dot.
He put away his wand with a dark expression. "Alright, get down!"
Vincent raised his proud little face and sat back down under Draco's constipated expression.
I've made a fool of myself, but I still feel really uncomfortable.
Snape pointed his wand at the podium in the corner of the classroom and used magic to draw it to him.
"Based on the Shield Charm that Wayne just demonstrated, everyone will be divided into two groups to practice freely."
Harry lowered his head as if he had a premonition of something.
"Potter, you attack!"
Draco inwardly chuckled like a goose.
"Malfoy, you're on defense!"
Both of them standing in the aisle did their best.
It's not that I don't want to increase the range of the Shield Charm, but no matter how hard I try, it's only the size of a fingertip.
Harry definitely hit his target, but he hit a person.
Draco's fall to the ground was definitely intentional.
"Next group, Longbottom defense!"
Snape's eyes darted between Blaise Zabini and Theodore.
"Zabini, attack!"
Neville doesn't know the Shield Charm at all.
But this still made Blaise Zabini complacent after his victory.
Granger's defense—
Parkinson's attack!
Hermione cast a fist-sized Shield Charm.
She could actually expand the scope.
"Expelliarmus!"
Pansy's Disarming Spell wasn't very effective, but at least it was cast.
With a "smack," Hermione flicked her wrist and sent it flying to the ceiling.
Undeterred, Pansy fired again.
The plaster that fell from the ceiling landed on Snape's black robe.
"Next group!"
Under the guise of practice, he finally managed to see several scenes that helped him relax.
Especially Ron, who couldn't cast the Disarming Spell, had his panting face instantly cleansed of his bad mood.
Overall, the two teams had their share of wins and losses, and the final result will depend on the last two players.
Vincent placed his wand directly on the desk, stood up, and looked at Theodore, who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy.
Snape was very satisfied with his performance.
Even if he picks up a wand, he will ask to put it down.
You can lose face, but you can't afford to be embarrassed.
Even standing bare-handed, Vincent was extremely intimidating in Theodore's eyes.
His few friends, Draco, have been getting the short end of the stick ever since the train journey began.
"Expelliarmus!"
The ending was actually predetermined.
Vincent, having dodged the Disarming Spell by sidestepping, took a step forward.
Theodore hurriedly used his skill again.
We're one step closer.
Snape had given up all hope.
A wizard who knows how to fight isn't scary; what's scary is that this wizard has magical talent and is also very quick-witted.
Theodore, lying on his back on the floor, felt exactly the same way Draco had felt before him.
If Muggle-born wizard all learn to fight, what will happen to Pure-blood Wizard in the future?
Suppress them! We must suppress them!
But he knew it was too late.
After class, the tables at the Black Swan Club were finally filled.
"Welcome to the team, Theodore."
"It's only temporary."
Draco didn't care about his attitude. "Since we're all partners of the Black Swan, let's hear our plan first."
Theodore felt increasingly confident of victory as he listened.
Dumbledore isn't at school and Vincent is causing trouble everywhere, even being a candidate for the Order of Merlin won't help.
"My dad confirmed this a few days ago."
Draco, beaming with confidence, said, "He will seize the opportunity to become the school's top board member and then immediately appoint a new headmaster."
The choice is Snape, of course.
Even if it's temporary, given his attitude towards Vincent, he'll most likely be kicked out of the school.
By then, the Owl Court will be in disarray, and even if Dumbledore brings people back, the Black Swan will have already absorbed most of the members.
"And Gwent," Blaise Zabini said with a sinister smile. "Such a profitable business can only belong to us."
Marcus grinned widely, "I'm going to tear down that lousy ring in their Club Room."
Pansy exclaimed in a shrill voice, "After Wayne is kicked out, the next one will be Granger!"
Daphne's face showed some excitement.
Pure-blood Wizard is still Pure-blood Wizard; those Muggle-born are simply no match for them.
The following morning, Potions Class.
Snape kept a close eye on Vincent, as always.
But his hands were very steady, and neither words nor external interference could shake them in the slightest.
"Wayne, you put your valerian in too early."
"No, Professor."
A soft, pinkish mist covered Snape's face.
He twitched his nose slightly. "Wayne, your crucible is about to burn through."
Vincent stuck the spoon right in, saying, "I think it can hold on."
After stirring clockwise seven times, the sleeping potion is just one step away from completion.
"Professor, I should be able to use a wand, right?"
Snape flicked his robes slightly. "What do you think?"
With a gentle wave of his Alder Wand, Vincent was the first to finish making it.
"Potter, get serious!"
Harry was extremely upset.
It was clearly the professor's shamelessness that distracted him and made him glance at it.
Look at this Potions, there's nothing unusual about it.
Snape walked straight over, his large face almost touching the edge of the crucible.
"Your lavender isn't ground thoroughly enough; these large particles are enough to kill anyone."
Ron, who was standing next to him, took a closer look and immediately realized that this was blatant targeting.
"Professor, please be more serious—"
"Do you dare to contradict me?"
"No, no, I wouldn't dare." Harry resignedly turned off the fire and started over.
Whether Snape keeps an eye on Vincent or not, he will definitely not let him go.
This is true love? Pshaw!
Harry was unable to finish the second dose of the sleeping potion before the end of class.
"Potter, come to my office!"
The Little Lions were all praying that he would be safe and sound.
"And Wayne!"
Vincent was wondering what was going on when Snape tossed him a paper from last week.
That big "T" made Draco very happy.
"Professor, are you sure your hands aren't shaking?"
"No."
Vincent glanced at the name field, Snape knew what was about to happen.
"This isn't yours?"
"It's me—"
"It's not yours!"
Snape snatched the paper away, not giving him any chance to read it aloud.
"You can go now."
Vincent walked out of the Potions Classroom with his head held high, amidst Harry's envious gaze.
Draco, his face frozen, was completely bewildered.
He hadn't even had a chance to mock him, so why did he suddenly change his tune?
Snape had no intention of explaining and carried Harry out of the classroom.
The Magical Runes "?", goes far beyond just names.
As I said before:
You can lose face, but you can't afford to be embarrassed.