Vincent had dinner in the middle of the day, and when he returned, the search was still not over.
Fred and George had already handed over the reins to Rolf and Cedric, so continuing wouldn't produce anything of value.
Wales is currently studying the crystal ball in his hand with two Auror.
Could this be just an ordinary crystal ball?
It's quite possible; it's used for Divination.
At 10 p. m., Vincent yawned while sitting on his bed.
There was no one watching the commotion outside anymore, and Rolf and Cedric had also lost their patience.
Wales rummaged around in the Mithril Briefcase for a while before finally pulling out a notebook.
The surface was covered with various Magical Runes, leaving the three of them stunned.
"This... um... I don't understand."
"I know this, it means stillness."
Vincent yawned again.
Neville and the others were asleep, and no one knew how much longer they would have to wait.
Wales suddenly turned around, holding up the notebook in his hand. "Wayne, what exactly is written in this?"
"Class notes."
"What?"
"Didn't you guys take notes in class before?"
The faces of the three Wales were burning hot.
I don't know how many times I've reached into the Mithril Briefcase, but after rummaging around for a while, I still haven't found anything.
It seems the notebook is the last thing I'll have.
Looking back, Vincent was already asleep.
Seeing the mess on the ground, Wales decided to wake the person up.
"Wake up, Wayne, pack your things quickly."
Vincent squinted and waved his hand, "Finished checking? Then you can put your things away."
Do you want them to put the things away properly?
These are mostly high-value items. If they get accidentally damaged or lost, who can you complain to?
Wales looked conflicted.
The property owner may not care, but the law enforcement officers cannot afford to.
There's no other way but to stay here and keep watch.
Around 5 a. m., there was a sudden knocking sound at the window.
Startled awake Wales quickly drew his wand and looked at his two colleagues who were already lying on the ground.
I reached out my hand and found that she was asleep.
What happened to the agreed-upon shift guard duty, you two bastards!
"Knock knock knock—" Another knocking sound on the window.
Wales sighed, walked over and opened the window with huge dark circles under his eyes.
They're owls, but there are way too many of them.
A huge group, it seems they had already been checked at the entrance.
"What day is it today...?"
"Valentine's Day, I guess." Vincent sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes, and stretched.
As Wales gazed at the owl outside, a strange bitterness welled up in his heart.
This is a spectacle comparable to Christmas Day!
"Wayne, now that you're awake, hurry up and put your things away."
Vincent was taken aback. "Didn't I tell you to put it away?"
Wales's facial muscles twitched wildly. "We wouldn't dare touch your things."
"Oh." Vincent got out of bed and put on his slippers. "So you were afraid I would frame you."
He picked up his wand from the bedside table and gently waved it on the floor.
Everything flew into the Mithril Briefcase in less than a minute.
"Alright, everything's here."
Wales looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Are you sure?"
Vincent waved goodbye to him, saying, "Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble."
Set the table and put out some snacks. The owls have come all this way, so we can't neglect them.
"..." Wales seemed to want to say something, but seeing that the other party had already set up to receive the package, he didn't want to disturb them.
He woke up two colleagues who were still fast asleep, and took one last deep look at them before leaving.
Perhaps it really was a misunderstanding?
He just did something a little out of line. Could it really have nothing to do with Batman?
Castle gate.
The Auror had already set up tables and were carefully examining the owl's emails.
Today is Valentine's Day, but even if you have a partner, you can't take the day off.
"Wayne again!" Tonks gripped the inspection crystal tightly, startling the owl in front of him.
"Gu Gu?"
"Let it go."
The owl at the back of the line stepped forward, trembling.
"Why is it still Wayne!" Tonks' hair turned fiery red.
You could tell from Zhang Man's displeased face that she wasn't in a good mood.
But this wasn't the first time she'd witnessed such a scene, so she shouldn't have reacted this way.
Tonks's inspection crystal circled the pink envelope once, then waved impatiently at the owl in front of him.
So it was because of jealousy.
Given its popularity, there must be quite a few love letters inside.
Not to mention her, even the Auror next to her was probably quite envious.
Back in Gryffindor Tower.
Vincent didn't even open the letters; he simply left them unopened.
Even if it came with a gift, he had no intention of opening it.
I have to go to class today, it's Monday, so I don't have any extra time to waste here.
When Neville and the others woke up, the dormitory was once again packed full of things.
James stuck his head in. "Hey Wen, need any help?"
"No need, you guys go wash up first."
"Oh." His expression showed a hint of disappointment. "Then remember to have your first class at 9 o'clock."
"Okay."
The three of them walked together toward the washroom.
The Ministry of Magic did a very good job of cleaning up the mess. The castle was turned upside down these past two days, and now you can't even see the slightest change.
As expected of a professional!
After washing up, the three returned to their dormitory to change into their school uniforms. As soon as they opened the door to the boys' dormitory, they were shocked by the scene before them.
It wasn't some more outrageous search, but rather the intense gazes of countless girls.
"Uh—" Alfred was about to say something when he was startled into silence by the girls rushing towards him.
Leading the charge was a senior female student with a face full of freckles.
She clutched the gifts and envelopes tightly to her chest and squeezed her way to the three bewildered people.
"Are you Vincent's roommates? Where is he now?"
Neville replied blankly, "We're his roommates, he should still be in the dorm collecting mail."
The senior student was being pulled and pushed backward by the girls behind her, so she had no choice but to shove the thing she was holding into Neville's arms, saying, "Please give this to him for me, my name is—"
She was dragged away.
"Gulp—" Neville swallowed hard, clutching the gifts and envelopes, looking bewildered.
This is a gift from someone of the opposite sex; it can't possibly be just a symbol of friendship.
James and Alfred exchanged a glance, and the same thought immediately came to mind.
Run!
But it was too late to run now; the girls had surrounded the three of them, and they probably wouldn't even be able to escape, not even a fly could get away.
"Um—why don't you hand it over to him yourselves?"
"No." The chubby junior in front of her hesitated, blushing with embarrassment. "I'm afraid I won't be able to speak if I see him."
James wanted to say something more, but she was pulled away by the girl behind her.
However, before disappearing, he slipped the gift and the envelope to him.
Alfred looked up, almost in tears.
Neville is a good person in every way, except that he is a little too honest.
If he had denied being Vincent's roommate, or even just refused to answer, would they still be able to be trapped by these girls?