The twins were depressed all day.
Especially after the curfew, every second that passes becomes more agonizing.
"Good evening~" Vincent had just arrived at the common room when he noticed that everyone looked gloomy.
"Unhappy?"
"I am very unhappy."
He couldn't prove to the two what the real Hermione looked like.
Come on, give me a smile!
"Puff--"
The twins were still amused by the funny faces he made.
"Anyway, you're in charge of her. We'll just grab a quick late-night snack and head back."
Fred nodded in agreement with George's point of view. "Dude, you're going to have a tough time lately."
"Creak—"
Vincent, who was about to refuse, looked towards the girls' dormitory.
Hermione walked out confidently, still wearing a tracksuit suitable for running.
"Tsk tsk~" George looked her over. "Is Miss Granger really that worried about our skill level?"
Fred ran his fingers through his short red hair. "When it comes to night outings, we're all professionals!"
"Pfft—" Hermione quickly pursed her lips.
The twins cast questioning glances at Vincent.
This little McGonagall seems to have really changed.
Where to go first?
"Ravenclaw dormitory".
His eye twitched. "Please, why do you keep thinking about going there?"
"The questions they ask on their dorm door knockers are quite interesting."
Hermione walked toward the exit hole. "I won't take up too much of your time."
Fred and George both quietly gave Vincent a thumbs up.
What kind of methods could transform a former top student who only knew how to study into what he is now?
Seeing the obvious admiration on their faces, Vincent followed behind her without hesitation.
"I told you, she was actually a real Gryffindor."
"We all admire your vision."
Hermione suddenly turned around and looked over. "I can hear you."
George stepped forward with an embarrassed smile, "I admit I misunderstood you before."
Fred stepped forward, his big, round eyes looking pitiful, and said, "You'll forgive us, won't you?"
"Actually, I'm not angry with you."
She now finally understood why Vincent was so optimistic.
With these two clowns around, even the angrier you are, you'll laugh out loud.
While Hermione was answering the question about the eagle door knocker, the twins pulled Vincent aside to a small corner.
"I heard Malfoy provoked you today?"
"Yes, his goal is our House Points."
George patted his chest and assured him, "Don't worry, we won't give him that chance."
"Actually, you don't need to do anything..."
Vincent then revealed his plans.
The stunned twins had no idea that he was already thinking about the future.
"Are you really going to sit idly by and do nothing?"
"Everyone needs to grow, and I'm no exception."
At that moment, both of them noticed something on Vincent's face.
He openly displayed his ambitions, which were very similar to Slytherin's.
"Dude, you're not plotting against us too, are you?"
"Yes, I'm very scared."
Vincent chuckled sinisterly, "Since you've already seen through me, I have no other choice."
He approached the two of them, saying, "I'll be very gentle."
The twins stuck out their tongues at the same time.
"How terrifying, President Wayne!"
Hermione, disturbed by the three bursts of laughter, closed the dormitory door.
"Boys, could you please keep your voices down?"
"No, someone's trying to kill me to cover it up!"
The twins hurriedly hid behind her.
Vincent stood still. "This is how we usually pass the time."
"Oh." Hermione spread her arms wide. "With me here, you can't bully them."
"Too stiff."
"The expressions aren't vivid enough."
"We still need to work harder."
She stepped aside slightly. "Have you always been like this?"
Vincent walked over, clenching his fist. "Fred and George both have pretty good grades."
Play is play, and studying is studying; we can both distinguish between the two.
Hermione, who had been reflecting on her actions, soon broke into a smile.
"Vincent, you're actually serious!"
"Don't you guys always have to take private lessons?"
"Wait, the safety measures haven't been taken yet!"
Vincent, who was carrying George, suddenly stopped.
"Hermione, can you conjure up a blanket?"
"No problem."
Under Fred's sympathetic gaze, George fell heavily to the ground.
"Um—can I withdraw from the course?"
"Sorry, I'm a professional too."
Vincent lunged at him.
Hermione, beaming with joy, squatted down.
She knew what those three were doing.
They also knew that she knew what they were doing.
This genuine smile is perhaps the most authentic side of her.
Friday's Potions Class.
Without anyone from Slytherin needing to intervene, Snape gave them a taste of their own medicine.
"Longbottom, how long has it been since you washed your robes?"
Disrupting students' class will result in a 5-point deduction for Gryffindor.
His gaze drifted to Harry. "Potter, you failed your paper last week. Rewrite it."
As if Vincent and Hermione had been overlooked, almost Gryffindor students were harshly criticized.
This blatant discrimination will likely continue for a very long time.
"40 points! How dare he deduct 40 points from us in just one class!"
Seamus, who had almost blown up the crucible again, opened his mouth and forcefully tore off a large piece of lamb leg meat.
The way he chewed so ferociously made Harry, who had already lost 15 points, shudder.
They were put in the same group.
"He's a lunatic!" Ron, who had been penalized 5 points, was equally frustrated.
Even though two of the students answered the questions correctly every time, Gryffindor still couldn't earn even a single point.
In other classes, Draco led the way in causing trouble.
Snape again unfairly deducted points from Potions Class.
This was an utterly devastating tragedy.
Where are Harry and Ron?
"They went outside the castle as soon as get out of class was over."
Vincent's gaze wandered somewhat.
No matter how dirty Slytherin's methods were, they were never as clever Dumbledore's.
But if Harry doesn't go to the fourth floor, how will this game of chess proceed?
Feeling somewhat depressed, he returned to the common lounge after finishing his meal.
After punching the sandbag a few times, he decided to go into that room the next day.
He had a feeling that Quirrell wouldn't pass up a good opportunity tomorrow.
But before that, they had to participate in the Quidditch selection process.
Since Wood explained the rules last time, he hasn't practiced them even once.
"So busy..."
With a heavy punch, the thick iron chain fell down from the ceiling again.
Hermione, who had just entered, witnessed this scene.
"What's bothering you, Vincent?"
He didn't pick up the sandbags; he just sat on the marble floor.
"Why do you think Professor Dumbledore would deliberately say that the fourth floor was dangerous?"
"That's really suspicious." She walked over and picked up the sandbag. "Perhaps he's trying to lure you bad students into a trap?"
"Please note that you are one of them."