Even though the search operation was hijacked, Vincent did not intend to give up.
Since we've come all this way, we can't go back empty-handed.
Hermione hesitated several times before finally giving up trying to persuade her.
In some ways, they are actually the same kind of people.
Once I decide to do something, I will do my best to accomplish it.
So how exactly do you get through the floor covered in super glue and successfully reach the Bat Cave?
The answer is Transfiguration.
The only thing limiting the development of Transfiguration is wizards who lack imagination.
Extend and stretch the wall, and finally suspend and fix it to the floor.
After doing all this, Vincent looked in surprise at his left hand, which was holding the wand.
Although it's not particularly complicated, you don't feel tired at all after casting the spell.
It seems that after turning those hundreds of long nails into links on an iron chain, he made incredible progress in the Transfiguration of objects.
Unlike my usual practice, this time the progress felt like a leap forward.
It's hard to explain, but intuition allows you to act more freely.
With a gentle wave of the Alder Wand, the floor that had been conjured from the extended wall quickly spread out with dense, intricate patterns.
I feel a little strained, but it's far from tiring.
The spreading pattern, like sharp knives, cuts the smooth floor into small pieces of tiles.
Hermione was so surprised that she broke the Bubblehead Charm and covered her mouth tightly.
At the same time, Transfiguration dozens or even hundreds of times, and it didn't seem like it was forced.
"You—" she quickly lowered her voice, "How did you do that?"
Vincent shook his head blankly, "I don't know, I only know that this is not my limit."
Did his magical power surge after surviving the calamity?
This...
The flying broom going out of control counts as one, Grindelwald's Killing Curse counts as one, and facing a large Werewolf tonight counts as the third?
Although she didn't understand why, Hermione was genuinely happy for him.
She smiled as she watched him change the colors of the tiles according to the rules, eventually creating a Hogwarts emblem pattern that covered the entire suspended floor.
Vincent shook his hand and turned to Hermione. "What do you think? Do you think you can pass the OWLs exam?"
"It definitely can." Her answer was full of certainty.
After reapplying the Bubblehead Charm, the two carefully stepped onto the Transfiguration floor, cautiously avoiding the snot-like sticky liquid.
When the light shone into the Bat Cave, they stared wide-eyed and froze in place.
This is no longer just vandalism; this is a professional demolition team arriving.
The somewhat dilapidated workbench had completely disappeared, leaving only a pile of sawdust on the ground.
The cabinet that stored the Potions was broken into pieces, and the ingredients and potions in the bottles and jars were mixed together and bubbling.
There were also many small fragments on the ground, probably from the stone Pensieve.
As for the rooms, they were even more spectacular.
As you walk in through the extended floorboards, the first thing you see is the large bed hanging up.
It was covered in dense claw marks and hung precariously from the ceiling by the bed sheet.
Next came the open wardrobe and large clumps of black fabric scraps, and finally a blob of indescribable substance evenly spread on the wall.
"Ugh..." Vincent and Hermione quickly retreated.
That Werewolf is disgusting; the marks were clearly made with its claws.
Perhaps one or two Potions remained unbroken, but neither of them wanted to stay any longer.
"Snape really won't kill him?"
"Maybe... probably... probably not..."
The two of them suddenly felt a chill.
Magical creations cannot be restored with Repairing Charm, and the wall in the room that was smeared is also unusable.
It's both heartbreaking and disgusting; there's absolutely nothing that could break your defenses more easily than this.
Quite suddenly, they began to sympathize with Snape.
But once they reached the Seventh Floor, that inappropriate sympathy vanished instantly.
Because the final test has arrived.
There were three figures at the end of the corridor: the one on the left was short, the one in the middle was tall and slender, and the one on the right was plump.
Faintly, their eyes seemed to glow red.
Vincent quickly brainstormed and, just 0.01 seconds later, decided to sell Snape.
He took off running, shouting anxiously as he went, "Something terrible has happened! Professor Snape has killed someone!"
Flitwick on the left and Sprout on the right instantly lost their composure, and McGonagall's tightly pursed lips trembled slightly.
Not only did Snape fail to catch anyone, he was also falsely accused.
The professors were trying hard to maintain their image, while Hermione, standing still, blushed furiously.
As expected of Wayne, he's a natural-born drama queen.
Vincent ran up to the professors, panting dramatically, "Professor Snape... he... he's in the Forbidden Forest..."
McGonagall's face was stiff. "Mr. Wayne, take a good breath before you explain everything clearly."
Vincent immediately dropped his pretense and put on a fawning expression, "Professor, actually we..."
As the only two model students in their third year at the prestigious Hogwarts School of Design, he and Hermione naturally had the obligation to protect the school while enjoying their privileges.
"Pfft—" Flitwick and Sprout almost burst out laughing.
McGonagall's face darkened, Vincent quickly added, "We are the brave and fearless Gryffindor! That Pink Toad is clearly trying to seduce us!"
Therefore, the two model students chose to follow him.
As expected, Umbridge made a perfunctory appearance and then went back.
Skipping over the nauseating details of the bureaucratic swagger, Vincent jumps straight to the heart of the matter.
The ghost stories of the Shrieking Shack are true, and they suspect that the person hiding inside is Sirius Black escaped convict Black Azkaban.
McGonagall's expression softened slightly. "Miss Granger, is what Mr. Wayne said true?"
Hermione quickly jogged forward.
She nodded without blushing or panting, "Yes, Professor, that person ran away as soon as he saw us, Vincent and I had no choice but to chase after him immediately."
That's incredibly overconfident, but that's exactly what Gryffindor is all about.
Seeing that his earlier emphasis had been effective, Vincent quickly pressed on and continued to confess honestly.
Unfortunately, they guessed the wrong answer, and even worse, they were discovered by the tall, thin Werewolf.
"That's enough," McGonagall suddenly interrupted him. "Professor Snape came over afterward and told you to hurry back to the castle, right?"
Vincent and Hermione shook their heads simultaneously.
The tall, thin Werewolf was just the beginning; they were about to face a whole Werewolf.
The three professors became increasingly alarmed as they listened.
The suitcase is for using the Gunblade, and the Rascal Rabbit is for escaping.
But the Werewolf leader, who had lost his mind, was too ferocious. He survived falling from a height of hundreds of feet and still sought revenge on the two of them.
Flitwick and Sprout clenched their little hands, while McGonagall's expression was rather intriguing.
She scrutinized the incessantly chattering Vincent from head to toe, as if something was more captivating to her than a thrilling adventure story.
"At the very last moment, Professor Snape arrived."
Vincent felt embarrassed by McGonagall's gaze.
He took a deep breath and straightened his chest. "Professor Snape is a good professor who 'loves' his students, and in principle, he would definitely 'personally escort' us back."
Flitwick and Sprout's faces were filled with worry.
McGonagall felt a little bit of that too, but she was mostly confused.
"We suspect that Professor Snape has a grudge against that Werewolf, and perhaps he's already..."
The three professors stared at each other in silence.
There's definitely some exaggeration involved, but this story is probably true.
"Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, I hope you will stay in the Great Hall and wait for us to return quietly."
After saying that, McGonagall quickly left with Flitwick and Sprout.
I was in a bit of a rush, but I managed to get through safely.