When I woke up, the ruby hourglass in the Great Hall was half full again.
The students went around asking around for the reason.
Wow, that's something!
Last night, You-Know-Who appeared and happened to be spotted by four "passing by" Little Lions.
According to a classmate who knew the truth, Snape, who rushed there first, was badly beaten.
Judging from his extremely unpleasant expression today, many students believed what he said.
"Cedric, do you know how angry the Old Bat was back then?"
Fred and George went to the Hufflepuff table to promote their message.
"It must be amazing, right?" Cedric replied with an awkward but polite smile.
"He's furious. I feel like the moment we walk into the Potions Classroom tomorrow, he'll start deducting points for all sorts of reasons."
The Little Badger nearby looked at him with pity.
Those 90 points will probably be gone in a few days.
However, the twins continued their lively discussion, as if they were completely unconcerned about their House Points.
"By the way, Cedric," George whispered in his ear, "Our school team has two killer weapons this year, the kind that will absolutely dazzle everyone."
Cedric sat up slightly, glanced around, and whispered, "The password should still be yesterday's Pure-blood."
The twins left, skipping and hopping.
That evening, the Slytherin dormitory was filled with smoke.
No chili added, just pure smoke.
This was a disaster from which no one was spared.
In particular, the Potions Class professor's office and a certain Blondie's dorm room were each covered with three smoke bombs that reached right through the door cracks.
Snape, who was fast asleep, opened his eyes and was immediately turned into a squinty-eyed monster by the stench.
He got out of bed and put on his shoes in one swift motion;
He chanted incantations and cast spells with crisp efficiency;
He went out on patrol as fast as lightning.
However, not only was there no sign of a person, but not even a single hair could be found.
"Professor, it must have been Wayne and his gang who did it!"
Even without Draco blowing his nose saying it, Snape knew who did it.
"Hehehe—"
A bunch of little brats.
After adding magic to each dormitory room to prevent smoke from entering, he donned a large black robe and charged towards the Seventh Floor.
"Password."
Standing before the portrait of the Fat Lady, he immediately smelled a strong odor of gunpowder.
"Even if you're a professor, you still need to give the correct password to get in."
The Fat Lady, hands on her hips, spoke with a very firm tone.
What could Snape do?
Go wake McGonagall and ask for the password?
Or should we go and tattle on him to Dumbledore?
He left, radiating a somber aura.
They walked even more decisively than Gu Gu's little biscuits.
The next day, Potions Class for third graders.
When Snape entered the classroom, the twins were already sitting obediently at their desks.
As soon as Cedric entered, he was stared at by a pair of large, dark eyes.
He quickly sat up straight, his eyes fixed on the twins whose faces were full of "repentance."
This class was very long.
The Little Badger, who had endured a long and agonizing period of time, felt as if almost a century had passed.
Every blink and every shift in Snape's gaze made them extremely nervous.
"Lee Jordan, your stupid moves have disappointed me."
Lee Jordan, an African American boy with dreadlocks, almost overturned the entire crucible with a tremor in his hand.
"Clumsy," Snape, walking past him with some disappointment.
Fred and George's Potions were both normal, and they were also remarkably calm.
Even with a huge bat shadow blocking their view, they managed to brew a barely passable Potions.
After comparing himself to the twins, Cedric realized that Snape's assessment was indeed biased.
They have similar colors and smells, only the people who make them are different.
"Get out of class dismissed."
The sky cleared, and the rain stopped.
The dark clouds that had hung over the classroom had just dissipated, and all the Little Lions no longer suppressed their emotions.
"Fred, I told you he wouldn't find an opportunity." Li lightly shook his school robe.
"You should put more outside the Bat Cave."
"Unfortunately, we will never have such an opportunity again."
George gave him a knowing look. "That's not necessarily true. I've been working on a prank gadget that expands when it gets wet."
Cedric, who was walking ahead, had a bad feeling.
If this continues, it will eventually lead to his involvement.
That afternoon, some first-grade students skipped class.
"How dare you skip class!"
Hermione found Vincent waiting outside the castle as soon as class was over.
"Stay calm, Professor Binns won't find out."
She sighed helplessly, "Fred and George already went too far last night."
If you do the same, Gryffindor will be completely finished.
Vincent glanced around and mysteriously pulled the Marauder's Map out of his school robe.
"Look, we've tracked Quirrell down again!"
Hermione lowered her head and saw a new name on the castle stairs.
"Two-Face? Why that name?"
"Quirrell has two faces, doesn't he?"
Vincent lowered his voice, "And his skin became even whiter, making him look like a dead man."
Hermione quickly took a half step back. "So he really used magic to modify his body?"
"Nine times out of ten."
She shook her head to shake off a certain thought, "He must know that you fired the shot, and he probably even knows that we were on the fourth floor."
"So I need to be a good boy lately." Vincent pointed to the school gate. "Fred and George are both very sensible; they won't go too far."
He waved to Josen was carrying a large box.
"My only worry is Seamus and Ron."
Hermione pouted, "They won't listen to me."
Vincent turned his head, his gaze very serious. "I believe you."
Watching him walk away, Hermione, clutching the map, let out a soft sigh.
Essays, Quidditch training, test pilot duties, combat lessons—all of these required Vincent's personal involvement.
Fred and George are planning a surprise for Slytherin, and she's the only one they can keep an eye on that night.
Vincent chatted briefly with Josen before picking up the flying broom for its first test flight.
It has a streamlined appearance, and the braking device inside can be pre-stored with mana, making the reaction speed even smoother.
"Mr. Wayne, we've also added an anti-curse coating, which is basically immune to most man-made magical interference."
Josen smiled somewhat awkwardly, "This is our latest research result, so you'd better use it carefully."
Vincent thought of his Rascal Rabbit.
With outstanding performance, it stands at the pinnacle of flying broomsticks.
Especially when he gets on the bike, he's no worse than some professional athletes.
"Mr. Smith, how much will this coating cost?"
"The cost is approximately 500 Galleon."
We can add it to your broom for free if you need it.
He was terrified.
Until costs are reduced, it's best to just let Harry make use of it.
"Mr. Potter —no problem."
Josen wisely agreed.
Vincent possesses near-top-tier flying talent, so avoiding the curse shouldn't be too difficult for him.
The rumors were indeed true; this child is excellent in both character and academics and will surely become a rising star in the Wizarding World.