Sirius Black emerged from the meeting room in the evening; his companions had long since finished their routine questioning.
Everyone except Snape was waiting in the Entrance Hall.
Dumbledore was also there; he had just finished dealing with matters at the school and rushed over.
Under Vincent's resentful gaze, he walked calmly toward Sirius Black.
"Thanks for your hard work."
A gentle hug was clearly not enough to console those 12 years in prison.
"Professor, I..."
"Let's talk about it when we get back."
Sirius Black suddenly became sentimental.
If he hadn't accidentally seen Peter Pettigrew in the newspaper, he wouldn't have planned to escape Azkaban, and he certainly wouldn't be free now.
"Go back...yes, let's go back."
Dumbledore turned to McGonagall. "Minerva, I'm entrusting the children to you."
Fawkes's bright red flames enveloped Lupin and Sirius Black, then he winked innocently at Vincent.
It's best not to get involved in the affairs of the Order of the Phoenix, but trying to get away with it won't work.
Before Dumbledore and his two companions disappeared, Vincent gave a meaningful smile.
Seeing this, McGonagall shook her head helplessly.
This child is good in every way, except that he's a bit too bold.
Conversely, if the Ministry of Magic staff hadn't been hung upside down tonight, Peter Pettigrew might not have dared to show his face.
If Fudge finds out Batman's true identity, he's in for a world of trouble.
McGonagall pursed her lips. "Gentlemen, we must return to the castle."
She reached out her hand and looked at Harry and Ron. "Hold on tight, Apparition can be a little uncomfortable."
Since Vincent doesn't have a formal certificate, it's best for him to keep a low profile with the Ministry of Magic.
The black and white vortex appeared and disappeared, taking them back to the outside of Hogwarts Castle.
The craters from the explosion have disappeared; it must have been repaired and restored by either Dumbledore or those awakened people from the Ministry of Magic.
After working for dozens of hours, I can finally get some rest.
But as Vincent walked into the Great Hall, Fred and George rushed over and hugged him tightly from either side.
This looks like they're going to use severe torture.
McGonagall pretended not to see and walked straight toward the staff table.
It's dinner time now, and compared to the food at Hogwarts, the breakfasts and lunches provided by the Ministry of Magic are absolutely terrible.
Hermione also wanted to pretend she didn't see anything and sneak away, but Daphne caught her red-handed.
"Well, no wonder I saw you two exchanging glances last night. Turns out you were trying to get us away to do something big."
Although the Ministry of Magic has not officially announced it, many wizards already know about Sirius Black.
Weasley and Greengrass, being Sacred Twenty-Eight, certainly knew far more than ordinary wizards.
Vincent was carried by the twins to the Gryffindor table, where Cedric and Rolf were already waiting.
"Confess and you will be treated leniently; fight back and you will be punished severely."
Faced with the choice between spending his life in jail or going home for the New Year, Vincent decisively sold out Harry and Ron, who were sitting in the corner.
Cedric wore a simple, honest smile. "Don't fall for it. He's trying to distract us so he can find a chance to escape."
Vincent, having his scheme exposed, simply gestured with his lip towards the students who had gathered around.
The full story can be explained later, but keeping it from them cannot be ignored.
"Hahaha— George, stop it, I'm ticklish..."
Seeing his miserable state, Hermione could only look at Daphne pitifully.
"Don't look at me like that... Okay, you win."
The two little witches found a corner to eat and chat.
Has Hogwarts' number one bull fallen?
Today is the day Draco has smiled the most in recent times.
The foolish Little Lions have started fighting amongst themselves, and the Fat Chicken Club is finally going to fall apart.
Unfortunately, his expectations were destined to be dashed.
This is just playful banter between friends; in fact, the more they play, the better their relationship becomes.
Look at those girls watching the show; a few of the bolder ones have already gone over to feast their eyes.
Vincent is Vincent after all; since begging for mercy won't work, then don't blame him for being ruthless.
He pressed down on Fred's head with one hand and grabbed George's arm with the other.
Cedric and Rolf, who wanted to help, stared blankly as one of them was pinned to the ground and the other had his arm twisted behind his back.
"Hiss—dude, we were wrong."
"Be gentle, it's not fair for you to fight two people at once."
Vincent glanced at Cedric and Rolf, who had circled behind him. "One against four is fair, huh?"
Even when restrained, the twins remained grinning and carefree.
"Dude, you're our guild leader, you should at least take on 10 to be fair."
"No, George, to be on the safe side, we need at least 20."
Vincent rolled his eyes dramatically.
He released the two of them and fastened the shirt buttons that had been torn open.
"You guys think too highly of me."
He walked to the long table and sat down as if no one else was there. "Why don't you wait until I've finished eating before you try?"
The four of them are already among the top in physical fitness in the school. If they can handle this so easily, then 20 people probably wouldn't be enough.
Fred and George put on a fawning expression. "My good buddy, can't you play with us a little longer?"
"I'm so tired and hungry right now, and every time I close my eyes I think of a disgusting pink toad."
Cedric and Rolf shuddered, then sat down next to Vincent with expressions of curiosity.
The twins grinned mischievously and brought their big faces closer.
Since everyone's so excited, I have to share it so everyone can feel disgusted.
Before that, Vincent devoured a French dinner in a flash.
With such vivid and engaging descriptions, even the students who had gathered around to watch lost their appetite.
Dolores Umbridge is disgusting enough with her clothes and appearance alone, but when you add to that her strained, forced voice, it's more than just affected.
"By the way, I know of a magic spell that can project memories. Would you like to see it for yourselves?"
The students around were all in a panic.
Fortunately, Cedric held Vincent's restless hand back, and Rolf on the other side also confiscated his wand in time.
Just hearing about it makes me lose my appetite. If I actually saw it with my own eyes, I'd probably dream about that pink toad every night.
"No, I'm just trying to share and exchange ideas with you."
The students all stared at Vincent.
He seems to have transcended the lowbrow tastes of social bullying and officially ascended to the status of a "socially anxious" individual, a social terrorist.
It's just that they don't want to be the only one disgusted, so what's with all this talk of exchanging and sharing?
Vincent remained remarkably calm despite being exposed.
The joyful campus life continues, and there will always be suitable opportunities.
When the students saw the sinister smile on his face, they all had a bad feeling.
Maybe when I wake up tomorrow, there will be animated photos of pink toads everywhere.