Dumbledore came down, Vincent was still floating.
The effect was quite strong, and it lasted for more than two hours.
"Professor, I think the time can be shortened a bit."
"I will pass on the message to Ambrose."
Vincent glanced at his watch. "Before that, I think I need to find a way to get to the fourth floor as soon as possible."
"Oh, I almost forgot you have class." Dumbledore got up and opened the window.
"The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is right here."
"He shouldn't die from the fall, right?" Vincent stared expectantly at Fawkes, who was preening his feathers.
"Of course not." Dumbledore drew his Elder Wand. "I'm not so old and blind as to be."
Vincent stood on the windowsill and suddenly remembered a famous line.
Nothing is true, everything is permitted.
He shivered and leaned forward.
A small figure landed headfirst in the Headmaster's Office on the Seventh Floor.
When they reached the fourth floor, Dumbledore's magic took effect, lifting him up and lifting him through the window.
Snape walked into the classroom just then.
"We always have some students who don't follow the usual path."
Vincent, who was half-squatting, stood up. "Professor, I just came down from the Headmaster's Office."
"Clap clap—" Snape clapped with a cold laugh.
"Don't do that, or I'll get carried away and become proud."
He walked over with a dark expression. "I think our classmate Vienne has made history again."
Vincent straightened his back. "I will keep trying, Professor."
The Little Lions below were struggling to hold back their laughter.
Neville, in particular, was so flushed he could barely breathe.
"Go back now, and don't let this happen again!"
"I can't guarantee that."
Snape walked up to the podium with a sour face and looked around at the beaming, silly lions.
"Can anyone tell me what the evil curses Flint cast on Sunday were?"
Vincent, who was sitting obediently, was ignored.
Hermione, who raised her hand, was also ignored.
Sensing something was wrong, Harry quickly lowered his head.
"Potter, it's your turn to answer!"
"Uh—there are spells like the Stunning Spell, the Impediment Jinx, and the Disarming Spell."
"Anything else?"
Hermione made the mouth shapes of the Leg Binding Curse and the Beard Growth Curse.
Harry was completely confused.
"Granger, keep your mouth shut!" Snape glared at him fiercely.
"That's all I know, Professor."
He looked at Harry's big eyes with great regret. "Do you think there should be any excuse, Potter?"
"Shouldn't I?"
"Wayne!"
Vincent tilted his head and looked at the podium.
"Why don't you tell Potter the names of these curses?"
"I don't know the name either~" He shrugged, spreading his hands with an innocent look on his face.
Snape glanced at Hermione. "And Granger? How did you know?"
"I guessed."
Yes, it's possible; not a drop will leak.
He opened his textbook with a stern face. "Potter, come here after class and copy down the names and incantations of the evil curses we just learned!"
Harry was extremely upset.
This is supposed to be Defense Against the Dark Arts, how did it turn into Charms class?
Professor Flitwick, someone's trying to steal your job!
"You don't want to?"
"Yes, yes."
Snape flipped through the textbook over and over, then threw it aside.
"What other spells besides the Shield Charm can defend against attacks from Dark Magic?"
Draco raised his eyebrows and raised his hand.
"Malfoy, you answer."
"Finite Incantatem!"
"Correct answer, Slytherin 10 points."
Hermione, whose little hand was raised higher than his, finally understood.
In any class with Snape present, Gryffindor can forget about earning even a single point.
"What magic can't be dispelled Finite Incantatem, Malfoy?"
"Some Dark Magic and the Three Unforgivable Curses, Professor."
"Very good, Slytherin gets another 10 points."
The two of them, one asking a question and the other answering, quickly accumulated 100 points.
Snape has no shame at all.
"Get out of class dismissed."
Harry followed him out of the classroom with a gloomy expression.
"Ha, a bunch of stupid lions!" Draco swaggered to his feet.
"Mean!"
"Shameless!"
James and Alfred high-fived each other, "Shameless!"
Pansy followed Draco with a cold smile, "You're all so sharp-tongued, yet you weren't so talkative just now!"
Vincent, too lazy to bother with them, simply walked away.
Nicolas Flamel's invitation was something many powerful wizards would struggle to even meet.
"Wayne, are you going to run away again?"
"Want to get beaten up?" He shoved Blaise Zabini aside, who was blocking his way. "I've been busy lately, so don't bother me unless it's important."
"You—" Draco pressed down on Blaise Zabini's shoulder.
"Just you wait, Wayne."
"Oh." Vincent simply shoved the two of them aside with his shoulder. "Do whatever you want. In the end, I won't be the one who loses face."
Draco and Blaise Zabini, who almost fell, were caught by Crabbe and Goyle in time.
Pansy, grinning, watched his retreating figure.
"Make way." Lone Wolf Theodore gently pushed her aside with his hand.
The children of the Malfoy, Parkinson, Nott families have known each other since they were young.
Compared to other students, Theodore was quite polite to Pansy.
Daphne watched all of this with a cold eye.
Her small hands were clenched together slightly, looking a little uneasy.
It's been four days already, and Higgs hasn't sent a single word.
Higgs, who was labeled as a loser, also wanted to take action, but unfortunately, just a few days after he had figured out Vincent's daily routine, things suddenly changed in the afternoon.
Normally, this person would definitely go to the Owl Court Club Room when class ended at noon.
He's not here now; he must have gone back to his dorm.
"Damn Wayne— "
Various shouts and curses echoed from the deserted fifth-floor corridor.
If Higgs had acted sooner, he probably would have gotten his hands on the hair and dandruff.
Now, all I can do is sweep the floor.
Her gray-gold hair was rather inconspicuous.
"I'm using the Rascal Rabbit's skill to take your fire dragon off the field!"
George, furious at being thoroughly thrashed by his younger brother, slammed his fist on the table and yelled, "Tell me! Did you conspire with Vincent?!"
"No," Ron said, shrugging innocently. "He gave it to me."
He also said that even without a complete deck, it's still possible to win Gwent matches.
Higgs, under the table in Disillusionment Charm state, patted his heart.
For a fleeting moment, he thought he was about to be exposed.
What a stupid lion!
George played three more Fire Dragons, "Hahaha—feel despair, little Ronnie!"
Faced with three miniature versions of the Hebridean Black Dragon, Ron calmly played a Hogwarts Fighting Technique Tiger Claw Eats Pudding.
The fan-shaped area in front of it is exactly where the three small fire dragons are placed.
"Impossible! How could there be such a card!" George slammed his fist on the table again.
Ron smiled slightly, "These are genuine cards, with anti-counterfeiting features."
With a desperate cry, the three fire dragons' attack power was reduced by half.
"It's not over yet, come out now— Hogwarts School Legend: The Headless Horseman!"
The dragons trembled as soon as the knight in silver armor appeared.
Like them, there was also Higgs hiding under the table.