"80 points!" Ron shouted after class.
"How could he deduct 80 points from our score in just one class!"
"Because—" Neville tightened his school robe, "Because he's a professor."
Harry had intended to say something, silently picked up his textbook.
It's time to visit the Bat Cave again.
Every weekend after his Potions Class, he would go to learn Occlumency.
It's been almost half a year, and there's been no progress at all.
If I had to name one, being familiar with the office layout would count as one, and knowing that there are a large number of small bottles under the wooden cabinets that seem to contain memories would also count as one.
"Snape's gone mad!" Ron kept babbling on while eating.
Exhausted, Harry nodded.
With the power of that Legilimency, it probably even clearly saw the first time he wet the bed.
However, judging from Snape's mysterious smirk before he left, it's quite possible that he had feelings for Cho.
Hermione noticed all his sighs and groans.
Being a know-it-all is not a good habit.
Especially since he had just suffered a setback with Vincent.
She won't listen to anything I say, and even passive-aggressive tactics don't work.
"Why don't you try to be cute?" Daphne suggested, though it was a terrible idea.
Hermione is very self-aware; she knows that her best friend is more likely to be successful in charming her.
"I'm not particularly curious about what happened. Anyway, the entire global Wizarding World knows about those wizard scum. Wouldn't it be better for us to just wait quietly for the outcome?"
Daphne makes a lot of sense.
But the twelve-year-old witch was full of beautiful fantasies and wanted to know how the Ministry of Magic would handle things, and even more so, what decisions Fudge would make.
"Let me ask for you."
Today is Wednesday, and I have a History of Magic class this afternoon.
Vincent was about to slip away after finishing lunch, pretended not to see Daphne walking towards him.
"Vincent, I need to talk to you."
The same routine as last year.
But this time I can refuse.
"Sorry, can we talk about it another day?"
A shepherd is a shepherd; the refusal was swift and decisive.
Vincent went upstairs, and she followed.
They followed me when I went into the Club Room, and they followed me back to the Gryffindor Tower.
He stopped in front of the boys' dormitory, turned around to face her with a pained expression.
"Hermione's terrible idea?"
"She said that way you won't ignore me," Daphne said, blinking her big eyes innocently.
"She originally wanted me to act cute and affectionate towards you."
"Stop!" Vincent shivered. "If you keep talking, I'll catch a cold."
The joke was so lame that he had to admit defeat.
"It's true, actually." Hermione suddenly appeared beside him.
"If even this doesn't work, we're planning to—"
"Stop, stop, stop!" Vincent clutched his school uniform tightly with his cold little hands. "I'll satisfy your curiosity right now."
He opened the dormitory door. "Go back and get ready first, then we'll leave after class."
Where to?
"Ministry of Magic."
Hermione and Daphne both wore smug smiles.
Sigh—I've been tricked by those two little witches.
I changed into my sportswear and grabbed my Mithril Briefcase.
By 2:30 p. m., he was almost so shocked by the two people's appearance that he fell off his chair.
They were all dressed more and more tightly, so that not a single hair was visible.
"You guys—" Vincent looked back and forth for a long time.
He shook his head and gave them a thumbs up. "Fantastic disguise!"
Even outside the school, there's nothing this exaggerated, Knockturn Alley.
Hermione and Daphne could both hear the sarcasm in his voice.
"This is our first time going out."
"Yes, I'm not as experienced as you."
Vincent squinted at Hermione.
This is the first time Daphne has slipped out of school; she just hasn't been lately, has she?
"It's different!" Hermione pulled down the black scarf that was covering half her face.
"We're going to the Ministry of Magic, so if we get recognized, we're doomed."
"I'm just watching from the outside, and I'm School Board Member now."
She and Daphne paused for a moment.
"This is an improper exercise of power."
"Sneaking out is against school rules."
"Uh—this—" The two little witches were speechless.
In a good mood Vincent walked toward the dormitory door. "Time waits for no one, I need to quickly make my clothes look a little more normal."
They puffed out their cheeks, took out their wands, and pointed them at their own exaggerated outfits.
The pink and white tracksuits, with the hood covering their little heads now replaced by black baseball caps.
He opened the dormitory door, looked back, and conjured up the same hat for himself.
Quietly, they entered the secret passage and then quietly left the Honeydukes.
When the three arrived at Hog's Head Pub, Aberforth was just coming up from the cellar.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione exclaimed.
Look closely, this person's nose wasn't broken, and their clothing style is perfectly normal.
"I'm his brother." Aberforth returned to the bar, giving Vincent a strange look.
"Mr. Dumbledore, is Sam down there?"
"Right."
"I think it's time."
His strange gaze swept over Hermione and Daphne.
"You brought this person back; you can take her away whenever you want."
Vincent led the two little witches, who had their heads bowed, to the wine cellar.
Inside were only Sam and a wizard with his head covered.
"Young man, you brought two girlfriends—"
A lightning-fast, Silencing Charm was cast, and the entire wine cellar fell silent.
Sam, his face dark, released the Silencing Charm. "You Britain really don't understand humor."
Daphne was slightly better, but Hermione didn't even dare to lift her head.
Vincent removed the hood from Tash's head. "It's better than you, an impolite United States."
He had no hair on his forehead and all his teeth had fallen out.
Hermione, no longer blushing, stepped forward, clenching her little fists.
She seemed to really want to give him a good beating if no one else was around.
Sam coughed tactfully, "I'll go upstairs and sit for a bit, but please don't kill me."
Vincent opened his briefcase, took out two pairs of boxing gloves, and tossed them to them.
"He's currently under magical hypnosis and won't remember anything when he wakes up."
Hermione and Daphne silently put on their boxing gloves.
If you can't beat someone to death, then beat them to death.
With a "snap," his nose collapsed.
With several "crackling" sounds, the finger that had just been straightened broke again.
Compared to Daphne's anger towards the scum of her tribe, Hermione felt the same rage.
Nearly a year after the Muggle Protection Act was enacted, Madam Zabini still dared to target the Wayne couple, and Tash, in the present moment, also dared to continue imprisoning innocent Muggle.
Two cases were discovered; what about the undiscovered ones?
A law that is not taken seriously is just a piece of waste paper.
The entire Wizarding World now knows about the Knockturn Alley incident, and the Ministry of Magic can no longer ignore it.
Hermione broke off the finger with the nail cut off and then stopped.
She figured it out.
Vincent did not deal with these witch scum on his own because he wanted to completely prevent similar incidents from happening again.
By leveraging the media to expand their influence, Ministry of Magic was forced to confront the problems of Knockturn Alley and Spinner's End, making the power-hungry Fudge feel the crisis.
If they still can't be dignified, then continue to help them be dignified.