Vincent suddenly felt a bit bored.
No matter how you look at it, Snape seems like a major villain.
But his eyes were now slightly melancholy. If it weren't for the fact that he had always been targeting him in the past, Vincent might have canceled the operation.
Thinking about it that way, the guilt really did disappear completely.
Draco, of course, noticed that something was wrong with his own headmaster.
He glared at Vincent with hatred, finally understanding the real reason why Blaise Zabini and Pansy had been kicked out and Daphne had been moved to another dormitory.
That muscle-bound bastard probably said something to Dumbledore, putting all the pressure on his father's good junior.
His appearance is extremely deceptive, and his heart is wicked and insidious to the extreme.
Look at how skillfully he dispenses the medicine; you'd think he was some kind of outstanding student.
Draco spat several times, making no attempt to hide the disdain on his face.
Vincent looked over as if he sensed something, then turned his head back with obvious disdain.
The enemy's foul mouth is always the best praise.
This highly insulting act made Hermione realize that things were not over yet.
She met Daphne's questioning eyes and gave her a reassuring look.
"Barely acceptable." Snape gave them both the same score.
He approached Draco and, without even looking at him, gave him an excellent rating.
In Gryffindor, only Seamus had to stay after school; in Slytherin, everyone was above average.
It has changed, yet it hasn't completely changed.
Unfortunately, this situation won't last long.
Once the fragments of Harry's soul are destroyed, everything will return to normal.
After-class lunch break.
"Snape must have stumbled upon some good fortune." Ron reached for a chicken leg. "Harry, this means you have one less thing to worry about."
"Yes." Harry looked at the much more lavish lunch in front of him. "Do you know what House-elf like?"
"Who knew—" Ron swallowed the chicken leg in his mouth, his face full of surprise, "You're not thinking of giving him something, are you?"
"He always gave me the most delicious food and tidied up my wardrobe and bed without my knowledge."
Harry's expression was very serious. "I can't accept his kindness for nothing, even though he once tried to stop me from returning to Hogwarts."
Ron nodded, seemingly understanding, "You're too kind, Harry."
It's only natural for wizards to enjoy the services of House-elf; Dobby might just be making up for something that happened before.
"Maybe, but if I give him a gift, I'll definitely feel much better."
Ron, who was staring blankly at the chicken leg, seemed to understand something.
If it were a different young wizard who grew up in the Dursleys, he would have been targeted by the Obscurus and turned into Obscurial long ago.
Vincent was in a good mood, having not been intentionally eavesdropping.
At this rate, if Dumbledore were to counsel Harry ten or eight more times, Harry might be able to confront his own death and wake up from the illusions created by his family.
"Old Wen, are you free later?" Alfred flexed his biceps.
James immediately perked up his ears.
If the two of them were to have a friendly match in the ring, he could escape from the horrific hellish training.
"After class this afternoon, I'm going to loosen the headgear of a big guy." Vincent looked at him and gave him a strange smile.
There's no escaping it; accept your fate.
"You're a monster!"
"Thank you, your compliment makes me happy."
Alfred chuckled mischievously and patted James on the shoulder, "LeBron, don't you dare slack off!"
"Get out of here, you're a devil too!"
Neville whispered, "I'll remember how many laps you ran."
"Ah! So I'm living in hell..." James leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The sky is blue and the clouds are white outside; it's a great day for exercise.
After lunch.
Vincent went back to his dorm room first.
"Where are you going?" Hermione stuffed the stack of books she had just taken out back into her pocket.
Judging from her appearance, she probably plans to study in the common room.
"Jormungandr said yesterday that the hood was a bit tight, so I'll go and adjust the size a little bigger."
She sighed helplessly, "You've been feeding it too Acromantula these past few days."
"Nonsense!" Vincent didn't dare meet her eyes. "That was a sashimi set meal and a barbecue set meal."
"If this continues, the Acromantula will definitely launch another riot."
He coughed somewhat awkwardly, "Would you like to come along? You can invite your new friends."
"Daphne?" Hermione nodded gently. "Jormungandr will be discovered by the students sooner or later, so bringing her there in advance will earn us a lot of goodwill."
"More or less." Vincent walked out of the common room alongside her.
"If I remove the Blood Curse from her sister, what do you think she'll think?"
"Want to find a way to repay you?" Hermione moved a little further away from him.
"Use a secret that will be discovered sooner or later to make her believe you are sincere, and then she—no, the entire Greengrass Family— will completely side with you!"
The magic that the Dumbledore brothers spent decades developing could not possibly be completely without effect.
Vincent was their only lifeline; as long as the Blood Curse remained in their bloodline, the Greengrass Family had no other choice.
"Can you stop looking at me like that? I just want to have one less enemy."
Hermione squinted, trying to find a clue in his face.
If everything goes smoothly, not to mention the entire Greengrass Family, Daphne alone will be devoted to him.
The number of enemies has decreased, and the number of friends has increased.
Even if they don't become friends, they will be allies who cannot be betrayed.
"I always felt you had other plans." She stopped on the fourth floor.
"Daphne is my friend, and I don't want to see her get hurt."
After a moment of surprise, Vincent nodded seriously, "I'm not Tom, I'm not so evil as to treat her as a puppet."
"Hmm," Hermione replied softly, shifting her gaze from his face. "You go ahead, I need to talk to her about something."
"Don't portray me in such a bad light."
"Knew."
She is a sensible person; she knows what she can say and what she can't.
Jormungandr's initial attack inadvertently deepened the trust between the two.
When Vincent arrived at the cabin, Hagrid was baking a cake.
"Won't you try one? It'll be ready in a little while."
"Thank you, I imagine it must be in a lot of pain." He glanced towards the castle.
"Hermione will be coming too, and she'll be bringing a new friend with her."
Hagrid was slightly surprised. "Is it that Slytherin girl who just joined your club?"
It's her.
The news is spreading quite quickly; it's probably already reached outside the school, and it should make the front page by the weekend.
Unfortunately, with Lockhart's first trial in hand, the headlines could only belong to him; no one could take them away.
---Aside---
It is said that every Dark Lord has a loyal female assistant?
Vida Rosier – Bellatrix Lestrange – Daphne Greengrass
Okay, the author has decided that the female lead will be Hermione, and it will be a one-woman show, no harem.