If this world had a favorability rating system, Vincent would have practically overflowed McGonagall's.
Six years,
She waited for six long years.
Finally, a student who can utterly crush Slytherin has arrived.
She has a good personality and is also good at studying.
Occasionally going out at night is hardly a flaw.
Look at the ruby and emerald hourglasses in the Great Hall; the privileges she granted were certainly not as many as Snape's.
Once caught red-handed Draco, with just a few words from Draco, transforms into a good student who stops Crabbe and Goyle.
But when it comes to school privileges, Vincent knows he can't compare to Harry.
If he hadn't repeatedly stopped the little golden retriever from making friends, the Sorcerer's Stone hidden on the fourth floor would probably have been exposed by now.
When you're in a good mood, you naturally want to go for a night stroll.
Early morning.
Vincent, who quietly opened his suitcase in the dormitory, was completely dumbfounded when he saw what was inside.
Besides the military climbing rope and gloves he needed, there was also a matching pistol silencer and a brand-new SAS Commando Dagger.
When he opened the hidden compartment, he was so surprised that the beads almost popped out of his eyes.
"If I add some more big stuff and uniforms, I'll have a complete set of special forces equipment..."
He just needs a gas mask; why would he need a bulletproof version with goggles?
If it weren't for the fear that Gu Gu's henchmen wouldn't be able to carry it all, it wouldn't be surprising if there were even more unsold goods inside.
The thought of the mountains of large items piled up in his house sent a chill down Vincent's spine.
"Merlin, please bless Professor Quirrell's back of the head—"
After a devout prayer, he put on a gas mask and gloves.
After securing the rope firmly, he lifted his foot and climbed over the windowsill.
He gradually lowered the height and used an unlocking spell on the Seventh Floor window.
Before going in, I used the Disillusionment Charm on the rope before closing the window.
The twins had only been there a short time after arriving at the Astronomy Tower.
"Dude, do you really need to go that far?"
"My dad is overthinking it."
George pointed to the Marauder's Map, "Look, she's still in her dorm."
Vincent, having removed his mask, tried to appear calm and said, "Better safe than sorry."
"My God, she's just a first-year witch!"
Fred gestured dramatically, indicating Hermione's height, "Don't you have any way to shut her up?"
"Like Malfoy?"
"Right."
Vincent ignored their teasing and said, "Let's get started and not waste time."
George pulled two bottles filled with red liquid from his pocket and delivered a rather sad message.
Those are the chemicals used to make soap; all that's left are these two bottles.
"What was the process of failure like?"
"It impressed us."
The twins, who had no classes in the afternoon, went to the place where the smoke had dissipated and tried to use Transfiguration.
Unfortunately, they all failed.
Moreover, the area was filled with the pungent acrid smell of chili peppers.
"If the dye had worked, you would have seen Fred and George with green skin by now."
Vincent's hands trembled as he carefully took the two bottles of medicine.
You can go to Hogsmeade anytime, but who knows when the chili peppers in the kitchen will be available again.
In the Britain Empire, where the diet is rather bland, you can't find anything more exciting than Hogwarts.
"Don't look at me like that, it'll make me nervous."
The twins walked away, pouting.
Vincent, having put his mask back on, nervously gripped his wand.
Although I understand the principle, I'm still a little nervous when it comes to actually doing it.
"Why don't we wait until we've truly learned it before saying anything?"
"We believe in you."
"But I only succeeded once."
After his Herbology in the afternoon, he made the quill pen lighter in his dormitory and changed its appearance to resemble a fountain pen.
"Soap is simpler than a pen."
Under the expectant gaze of the twins, he finally mustered the courage to imagine a soap with Little Snakes pattern on it.
The drops of red medicine that floated into the air gradually gathered into a ball.
"I think it will succeed." George wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes.
Fred wiped away his tears as well, saying, "Please don't let it explode again. I don't want to go through that again."
The two's nagging seemed to affect Vincent.
While he was concentrating all his attention on Transfiguration, he suddenly turned around and pounced backward.
"Pfft—" A sound like a deflated balloon rang out.
Oh no!
Fred and George immediately lay down on the ground.
The solid red liquid floating in mid-air produced a large amount of smoke, like a lit cigarette.
A gentle breeze carried them swaying as they drifted toward the Forbidden Forest.
"I think those magical creatures must be very angry."
"If it were me, I would definitely fight the school to the death."
The twins, who were joking around, suddenly burst into tears.
This power far surpasses that of Dungbombs.
Vincent felt no discomfort, did not dare to get up and return to his original position until the smoke had completely dissipated.
"I succeeded, but not completely."
There are many things that emit steam when they come into contact with water.
There are thousands of substances similar to quicklime, sulfuric acid, and sulfur.
Having studied chemistry, he selected the relatively safe baking soda from among them.
However, he forgot that when he used the Switching Spell, the collision of the two substances would also produce a small amount of gas.
If you lose focus even slightly, all your previous efforts will be wasted.
"One more time?" Vincent held up the last bottle of potion.
"Wait!" The twins immediately hid near the stairs.
If they fail again, they will run away immediately.
"It's ready!"
Vincent took a deep breath of filtered air through his mask, then aimed his wand at the small bottle with its cap off, which was placed on the ground.
The floating red liquid quickly began to solidify, as if it were being cooled.
If you look closely, the medicine has simply become thicker.
The semi-liquid, semi-solid state was maintained for a long time.
It lasted at least a long time with him.
In Fred and George's eyes, it only takes about ten minutes for the liquid to turn into a solid.
Do you think it can succeed?
"We must have faith in him."
The bright red lumps, like congealed blood, began to darken in color little by little.
Vincent, holding his wand, was extremely tired.
This intense state of concentration could cause him to lose consciousness at any moment.
To challenge a fifth-grader's Transfiguration skills with the magic power of a first-grader is undoubtedly a hellish challenge.
"Just one more step..."
With a slightly trembling voice, he began to add details to the solid object.
Exquisite green lace and a small silver Little Snakes pattern in the center appear on this otherwise pure white block.
Its first impression is that it's a high-end soap with a hefty price tag.
If they didn't know its true nature, all three of them would have fallen in love with it.
"Safe!" Vincent, holding the soap in his hand, confidently removed his mask.
Although he seemed a little exhausted, the sense of accomplishment was enough to make up for it.