With indescribable excitement and exhilaration, Snape took out a small vial containing the Acromantula Venom.
He sneered repeatedly, "Wayne, how are you going to explain this?"
Vincent gave Cedric and the others a reassuring look. "Professor, you know I have permission to go to the Forbidden Forest. This is where I detoxified them."
"Detox?"
"An excessive accumulation of toxins in the body can lead to health problems."
With a "whoosh," another small bottle was pulled out.
This is Strength Enhancer, which has the effect of increasing strength.
"Hmm?"
"I made it myself; there's even a mark on the bottom of the bottle."
Snape didn't even look at it, and pulled out another small jar.
What else could it be but white powder, if not Dittany?
"Cough cough—" It's a bit pungent.
"Ouch—"
Vincent waved his hand dismissively.
"These are important materials I use to make some gadgets. Professor, if you sneeze a few more times, all my Gold Galleons will be wasted."
Close the lid and continue!
A bundle of Phoenix Feather? Continue!
Several large boxes containing a copper-iron alloy? Continue!
A collection of textbooks for grades 3-7? To be continued!
Twenty spare school uniforms of various sizes? Continue...
Snape looked very grim.
The little beetle's eyes and the Flobberworm Mucus were indeed there, but he was too ashamed to admit that he had lost those two things.
They wouldn't do anything even more shameful; they'd either hide it somewhere else or have already taken care of it.
Legilimency? Veritaserum?
No, that brat has connections with the Ministry of Magic.
Giving up is impossible, not even in the next life.
"Wayne, what about your merchandise?"
"It's under my bed in my dorm room, do you need to go check it?"
If you dare to speak out, then you're not hiding it away.
It can only mean that it has already been dealt with.
In the course of an entire afternoon, it might have already been resold to Antarctica.
Since the ownership of the Gold Galleons cannot be determined, there is no legitimate evidence.
Even if one could glean some of the other five's terrified emotions, it wouldn't be enough to expel them all from Hogwarts.
But the more he thought about it, the angrier he got!
It used to be four against one, now it's six against one.
Lily is long gone; there's no need to endure it any longer.
Snape suddenly closed his suitcase and glanced at Harry almost imperceptibly.
According to Trelawney's Prophecy, Voldemort would personally mark a formidable enemy born at the end of July.
The one whose hatred level is currently at its peak is Vincent, whom I defeated last year and who destroyed a Horcrux this year.
July 23rd - July 31st
The target cannot be shifted, and the lightning bolt scar on the forehead may be a marker.
Since Muggle families can't possibly have any connection with wizards, let's keep them as a suitable shield.
"Wayne, this doesn't mean you're completely cleared of suspicion." Snape pushed the suitcase back.
Even considering Gu Gu's big, round bottom, Vincent knew this guy was suspicious.
He changed his mind after just one glance at Harry; it was full of scheming.
"Professor Snape, maybe Tom stole it."
You both stopped him from going to Silvio and stripped him naked for an examination.
Voldemort believed it or not is one thing; whether he dared to tell anyone is another.
Since they are already suspicious by nature, their wariness will definitely be greater than before.
The two men stared at each other, threatening one another, for a moment before Snape looked away first and turned to the side.
"I will definitely find those stupid thieves."
"I wish you success, Professor."
Vincent personally escorted him out of the Club Room, behaving both politely and generously.
After telling the members it was just a minor matter, he returned to his previous position.
Fred and George patted their hearts, which were pounding in their throats. "As expected of President Wayne, he handled it with ease!"
Vincent, smiling silently, watched them quietly.
The matter is over, and there's no point in dwelling on who was right or wrong.
"We've been behaving ourselves lately, but we're all being watched."
Hermione raised her head, her eyes filled with guilt.
"Isn't that right—"
"It's okay, we can always find other fun things to do," Vincent shrugged nonchalantly.
"Anyway, it's not the first time. We can just add the House Points back elsewhere."
Cedric and Rolf sat down without any pressure.
There are people blocking their way, so it won't be their turn so quickly.
Fred and George both wanted to say something.
"We actually—"
"It's really nothing serious. According to the original plan, he would have suspected us sooner or later."
Vincent put the items he had just found back into the suitcase one by one. "Now that we've seen those memories, at least we don't have to worry about random attacks."
Snape used to be headstrong and wouldn't listen to anyone's advice.
He has changed a lot now, and even if he goes too far, he will probably just try to get people out of school.
Return it? Impossible.
He thought he was biding his time and then voluntarily joined the Death Eaters as a double agent.
Unexpectedly, the truth was that the resentment and blame stemmed from low self-esteem.
He can't change himself, and he can't forget Lily.
From the moment he embarked on the path of the Death Eaters, he should have known that day would come.
There's always a reason why someone is pitiful.
"The rest of the days will definitely be harder than last year." Hermione's hunch was right.
Just as curfew began at 11 p. m., Snape started his patrol with a lantern.
All six of them miss Filch very much.
Since I can't go to the kitchen, thankfully there's a safer place.
Gryffindor Common Room
Three tables placed together were covered with lunch boxes.
Daphne put down the Marauder's Map with a look of surprise. "You used this to get to our dorm?"
"Of course not." George hugged Cedric affectionately. "Without this pretty boy, we wouldn't have gotten the password to go in."
"Move aside, I'm not full yet."
Rolf silently sped up the speed at which he forked the steak.
It is tender and juicy with a moderate fat content.
As expected of the Greengrass Family, they even managed to get their hands on a king crab from the North Pacific Ocean that's half a meter long.
Good things are good things after all. If Vincent weren't still bloated, he would never have been so generous in sharing them.
Anyway, with the Preservation Charm, it can last for half a year without any problem.
Hmm—at most, I'll invite Daphne along.
After struggling to eat a small piece of venison steak, he had no choice but to put down the knife and fork he had just picked up.
Cedric quickly picked up the lunchbox in front of him. "I heard Mr. Greengrass has a bit of a dislike for Muggle. How did you manage to deal with them?"
Daphne and Hermione pricked up their ears almost at the same time.
"Burp—" Vincent let out a burp just as he was about to speak.
"Uncle Lestrange doesn't hate Muggle, he just dislikes those who have no value to the Wizarding World."
"So—" Fred moved his little stool next to him and mischievously poked his bulging little belly.
"You are ultimately of value to the Wizarding World."
"So, it's still valuable to the Greengrass Family, isn't it?"
Daphne, her face burning, lowered her head.
Vincent's exceptional talent, it's understandable that her parents would be targeted, considering their personalities.