Divination, Muggle Studies, and Arithmancy were taught simultaneously, followed by two consecutive classes of Magical Runes, and finally, an evening Astronomy.
After the night tour ended, Vincent activated the Time-Turner.
The castle was patrolled by Filch and Mrs. Norris, so he carefully chose a better location.
The Forbidden Forest is vast, so vast that one can freely create time loops.
If the food they brought hadn't been a constraint, they might have already developed Magical Runes system that could automatically repair damage.
Progress is 20% complete; the ordered ingredients will arrive in five days.
The watch's calendar had not been adjusted; it showed September 11th, meaning the watch had been in the Forbidden Forest for three days and three nights.
Vincent felt alright, but the Acromantula that came out to find food while Jormungandr was sleeping were suffering.
I saw it from afar and quickly turned around, but after walking a few steps I saw it again and turned around again.
After a whole night of searching, they not only failed to find much food, but were also too frightened to leave their nest again.
These little wizards are awful these days.
Stealing their precious venom is bad enough, releasing their natural enemies is bad enough, but now they actually dare to scare them?
The Acromantula is classified by the Ministry of Magic as a level XXXXX, a magical creature known to kill wizards and impossible to tame.
But those living in the Forbidden Forest Hogwarts were already living in dire straits every day.
The level keeps dropping, it's probably going to become a harmless and tamable XX level.
Vincent arrived again at 2 a. m. on Thursday.
The Forbidden Forest is quite lively tonight.
The Acromantula seemed to have gone mad, and upon seeing him, it started yelling and calling for its companions to come over.
Without venom, there is no fatal danger; with the added benefits of various Potions and spells, it is barely manageable.
Vincent didn't know how many spider- Banishment Charm he had cast; he only knew that he couldn't continue like this.
Not only is it a waste of physical energy, but it also makes it difficult to concentrate on research and development.
Aragog has no control over its offspring, and Hagrid doesn't want to either.
If this goes on and on, I guess the only option is to go outside the school.
But giving up easily is not in Vincent's nature.
He admitted that the Acromantula were a big problem, but once they were all dealt with, all the problems would disappear.
We have too many bullets; let's clear out some inventory.
Don't get me wrong, it's a regular bullet that can't penetrate the outer casing.
The faint, muffled gunshots continued until dawn.
It's really tiring, but we collected some venom in advance, so there shouldn't be any problems for the next few days.
The cleanup is a bit tricky, but by using the Time-Turner to rewind a few times, it shouldn't be a problem to retrieve the spent cartridges in time after the sweep is over.
After a whole day of work... I don't know how many days he'd been busy, Vincent finally agreed to return to the castle.
The watch that Rinne gave him showed that the date was September 15th.
Set your alarm, take a nap in the common room, and get plenty of rest to prepare for the long-awaited Potions Class.
But before that, there's a boring History of Magic class to attend.
There were no absences or naps.
After enjoying the convenience brought by the Time-Turner, Vincent only found two Magical Runes that could be arranged into strokes in a 45-minute class.
Prepare more food tonight and get a portable toilet; maybe we can combine them into new characters the day after tomorrow.
Two consecutive Potions Class,
Snape gave them a taste of their own medicine early on.
"Potter! Weasley! You're late again!"
Vincent, who was behind them, quickly used the Disillusionment Charm to quietly make his way from the dungeon corridor to the Potions Classroom.
After a semester away, the environment here is still cold and gloomy.
There weren't many students present; it was just him and Hermione from Gryffindor who had rushed over right after class.
She was still panting. "Outside—is that Snape outside?"
"He grabbed Harry and Ron, using their lateness as an excuse."
"Hiss—" Hermione shuddered. "He didn't find out about you, did he?"
Vincent sat confidently in his usual spot. "I don't know, but I'm already in."
Snape must have been in a wonderful mood when he came in.
Hermione stood up, then abruptly sat back down.
We'll help as many people as we can, and every point saved is a point saved.
Vincent tightened his school uniform. "It's getting windy."
Hermione looked toward the doorway.
The professor, who exuded a low-pressure aura and had a gloomy face, arrived.
She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt like she could vaguely hear that chilling, cold laugh.
Snape walked up to the professor and first glanced at the Little Lions' seats.
The two students on the left and right sides of the first row were there, but the rest were empty.
He glanced at Harry and Ron, who had followed him in.
"Hmm—it seems many of our students are still on summer vacation."
His cold gaze swept back, "Wayne, Granger, why didn't you remind them to settle down?"
Vincent met those eyes without fear.
"Professor, I think that's because your schedule is different from ours."
The Charms class is on the fourth floor; it takes about 3 minutes to run there at full speed.
The break between classes is at least 15 minutes, enough for students to go back to their dormitories to get their textbooks.
But if they arrive 10 minutes early, the foolish Little Lions will almost certainly be wiped out.
Vienne, that little rascal, is sharp-tongued and will definitely drive you crazy if you keep arguing with her.
Snape sneered, "Tsk tsk tsk—no wonder he's called Mr. Perfect, even his excuses are so perfect."
His dark eyes looked at Harry and Ron, who seemed to be trembling.
Just as he was about to issue a penalty, Draco entered with two henchmen.
He was arrogant and haughty, completely unlike someone who had just been severely beaten the day before.
"Pfft—" Draco quickly covered his mouth and walked past Harry and Ron.
As he passed Vincent's desk, he let out a smug hum.
Snape ignored them completely and let them sit down.
Hermione was so angry at such a blatant double standard that she pursed her lips tightly.
She no longer cared how much would be confiscated; she just wanted to immediately begin the operation to seize the Bat Cave.
"Potter, Weasley," Snape's voice rang out:
"Gryffindor will lose 20 points because of your 'glorious' performance."
Harry and Ron were furious but dared not speak out.
To the evil Old Bat, even offering an explanation would be seen as defiance.
There is no room for sympathy or questioning in Potions Class; students can only obediently do as he says.
Even Fred and George have failed; we'd better get to the next class early.
After Harry and Ron came Neville, James, and Alfred.
Daphne was only glared at when she came in.
Next up were Seamus and Dean.
Blaise Zabini was also ignored.
Finally, there are Lavender and Parvati.
Theodore, who always went his own way, was also ignored.
Each student who was "late" received 10 points, the good news being that the total points deducted had not yet exceeded 100.
However, everyone knew that this was something that couldn't be avoided, not even Vincent remained calm throughout.