Sister Hermione from the Streets: Ruthless and Few Words

The current Hogwarts Castle is almost surrounded by a ring of fortress-like sentry posts, and there is also a newly built Temporary Headquarters outside the gate.

As one of the instigators and initial victims of the entire incident, Wales naturally wouldn't easily dismiss the suspicions surrounding Vincent.

His stubbornness tormented Kingsley, who wouldn't listen to any advice no matter how much he tried to persuade him.

There was no other way but to use the ultimate weapon.

On the day before his vacation ended, Tonks accepted a glorious mission.

Go and invite... no, I mean, arrest Vincent and bring him back to assist with the investigation.

Vincent was having breakfast when Tonks suddenly took him away in front of everyone.

Before leaving the Great Hall, he turned back and winked at Hermione, who nodded knowingly.

Once the two figures were out of sight, Crabbe and Goyle cheered shrilly, "Wayne is finally finished!"

With an excited heart and trembling hands, Draco was overjoyed.

Ah~ today's oatmeal porridge is so delicious~

"Vincent will be fine!"

A discordant voice rang out.

The Black Swan looked over and saw that it was Granger, whose growth rate was comparable to that of a sow.

"Pah!" Pansy scoffed. "Wayne was taken away by the Auror; he must have done something wrong!"

Hermione looked over calmly. "It's just assisting with the investigation. Haven't you been questioned by the Auror?"

"Granger!" Pansy grinned menacingly. "You and Wayne are so close, you might be the next one to be taken away!"

"Huh?" Several girls immediately retorted:

"Parkinson, who are you saying is close to Vincent!"

"Granger and him are just ordinary friends, do you even have eyes?!"

"Parkinson, it's one thing to be ugly, but I didn't expect you to have brain problems too!"

Pansy was furious and pulled out her wand to cast a curse on them.

But before she could even utter the spell, Hermione rushed over and snatched the wand.

Pansy was slammed onto the long table. "Granger! Get your filthy hands off me!"

"Shut up!" Hermione threw down her wand, grabbed her head with both hands, and slammed it down onto the oatmeal porridge on the table.

The entire Great Hall seemed to be paused, with only Pansy's indistinct shouts remaining.

Draco blankly reached out and touched his clean face, which was splattered with oatmeal.

Granger gone mad?

How dare she, a lowly Muggle-born wizard, lay a hand on Pure-blood Wizard who is sacred and inviolable?

Not to mention Draco, even Fred and George, who always enjoy watching the drama unfold, rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

Is it a hallucination? No.

"Merlin, you gilded bastard!" Their incoherent exclamation perfectly expressed their feelings at that moment.

It wasn't just the twins; it was the same for all the students in the Great Hall.

"Gran... uh... you filthy bitch... uh..."

Pansy's mouth was foul, so Hermione lifted her head and gave her another shove.

The impact of this scene was so strong that it made everyone's hearts pound.

"Mama mia!" Cedric exclaimed in Italy, startled.

"Slap—" Rolf slapped himself hard across the face.

Harry's glasses were tilted to the right, and he tried to straighten them with trembling hands.

Ron's mouth was wide open, and he didn't even notice the oatmeal dripping onto his pants.

Daphne was alright, but she was so surprised that she covered her mouth.

"Quickly loosen it... mmm... you... mmm... mud... mmm..."

Hermione grabbed Pansy's hair and slammed her down hard.

The bowl shattered with a loud crash.

Along with it, the image of a bookworm deeply imprinted in my mind also shattered.

Sister He is a tough woman who doesn't talk much.

With a "thud," Pansy was thrown onto the floor like a rag.

"Gulp—" Draco swallowed hard.

He stiffly twisted his neck and winked at Crabbe and Goyle.

The two loyal henchmen came up empty-handed and were even kicked hard by each of them.

Draco instinctively squeezed his legs together.

Looking at his two loyal henchmen curled up on the floor like shrimp, he realized that Hermione was not someone to mess with now.

But there are always some people who fail to see the situation clearly.

Flint flew into a rage, stood up, grabbed a chair, and smashed it down.

Hermione raised her leg and kicked it to the side, shattering it completely.

Wood shavings grazed Draco's fair face, leaving a few faint streaks of blood.

"Granger!"

He lunged at Hermione, but was immediately elbowed in the forehead.

Flint stepped onto the long table, only to be hit in the face by a cup.

Fred and George then grabbed chairs.

"Ha!" Zabini yelled as he joined the battle, drawing his wand to cast a spell.

Cedric tackled him from behind, and Rolf rushed toward Crabbe and Goyle, who were clutching their groins and trying to get up.

Theodore, the lone wolf of Slytherin, wanted to keep to himself, but was suddenly hit on the back of the head by a chair that Flint had knocked away.

He touched the burning hot back of his neck, and sure enough, it was bleeding.

Harry and Ron were also affected.

In the blink of an eye, the Great Hall was in complete chaos.

Hermione blinked her big eyes, turned around and looked at everything happening around her, and deeply understood why Vincent always said he was innocent.

Some things start because of you, but their development and outcome are beyond your control.

The chaotic battle taking place in the Great Hall could only be brought to a halt by the reconnaissance team and the Auror.

The Ministry of Magic's Temporary Headquarters at Hogwarts is a three-story stone building.

Two Auror stood outside the door, looking quite energetic.

Vincent could get a good look, Tonks, rather impatiently, pushed him through the door.

The interior was quite simple, with the stone walls barely polished.

Behind the spacious hall was a narrow tunnel, the loose soil on the ground not even having been cleared yet.

At the end of the tunnel was a small, cave-like space with several empty cells on the side.

Vincent's gaze settled on a cell guarded by Auror.

It was pitch black, but a blurry figure could be vaguely seen.

It can only be Snape; it's strangely a bit tragic.

Tonks opened one of the empty cells, went inside, lit a torch on the wall, and turned back to nod at Vincent.

The tables and chairs inside were filthy, and the beds were covered with a thick layer of dust.

It probably came from Azkaban; they didn't even know it needed to be cleaned first.

Vincent frowned slightly and sat down in a relatively clean chair. "I'd like some black tea, please."

Tonks walked out of the cell with a stern face, presumably to prepare some black tea.

Not long after, she returned to her cell with a steaming cup of black tea.

Vincent picked up the teacup in front of him and gently inhaled the fragrant aroma. "Not bad."

Just as he was about to take a bite, a noisy sound came from outside the tunnel.

Something happened?

Tonks watched as Vincent across from him elegantly took a sip of his red tea, and his eye twitched involuntarily.

They've seen it all; this one's not easy to deal with.

She shook her head, trying to make her expression serious.

Vincent put down his teacup, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Stop pretending. I know you and Kingsley are both Dumbledore's men."

"Cough cough cough—" Tonks coughed violently, his short pink hair turning white in fright.

No wonder Kingsley said "please," this kid probably already guessed most of it.