Just as the hearing was about to begin, five unseen figures entered Snape's office.
If nothing unexpected happens, they have plenty of time.
If an accident does occur, two or three hours should be enough.
The Mithril Briefcase contained many items, and it took Cedric several minutes to find a key.
The door lock must be equipped with a reverse-locking mechanism, and the copper-iron alloy key with Mithril- like flexibility can be physically unlocked.
Fred and George each stood beside him, each holding a large round shield.
"Can this thing really withstand Dark Magic?"
"Vincent must have tried, right?" Hermione reached out uncertainly.
It was icy cold, unlike Mithril or silver iron.
"So here's the question—" Rolf tapped his wand lightly.
"If this thing really works, then who did he have tested the Dark Magic on?"
Hermione quickly came up with an excuse. "He's Alchemists, so it's normal for him to have some weird little gadgets."
"It's not surprising at all." Rolf gave her a deep look.
"Anyway, he won't be negatively affected by Dark Magic, so it doesn't matter who he tests him with."
What did Fred and George both associate with this?
Dark Magic is a symbol of dark wizards.
"He's probably figuring out how to counter it," Hermione chuckled dryly.
"Professor Dumbledore also knows a lot of Dark Magic."
Cedric held the key in his hand. "We all know you and him have some little secrets, and we roughly know why you're not telling us."
Dominate Hogwarts?
From Daphne joining the Owl Court to her visit to the Alloy Glass family today, it's clear that Vincent is intentionally building his influence.
If it's aimed at Voldemort, there's no need to hide it from them.
Hermione clutched the suitcase tightly. "Vincent probably wants to change those wizards who worship Pure-blood Supremacy."
She knew things were far more complicated than that.
As a fellow Muggle-born wizard, she could sense his dissatisfaction with the wizarding class.
The Weasley, Diggory, Scamander were all famous wizarding families, and even in their decline, they belonged to the upper-middle class.
Vincent and Hermione can only rely on their continuous efforts to use every achievement they make as a path to advancement.
What about those who lack talent?
Therefore, what truly needs to be changed is most likely the privileges possessed by wizarding families.
Priority in job hiring, and the network of contacts they possess.
Even the Minister of Ministry of Magic faces fierce opposition when trying to improve the situation.
Muggle-born Secretary Nobby Ritchie is a good example.
The topic was somewhat heavy, and even Fred and George, who were usually all smiles, fell silent.
"I personally have no objection." Rolf revealed Groot in his arms. "My whole family are Magizoologist, and I have no intention of joining the Ministry of Magic."
"Me too!"
The Weasley family' increasingly difficult life stems from their close Muggle with Muggles.
Cedric opened his mouth several times, "My dad loves me very much, and you don't need any connections to become Herbology."
He calmly inserted the key into the lock.
"Click—" The door opened.
"Thank goodness there's no Dark Magic." Rolf put down his wand with relief.
Hermione cautiously pushed open the door. "Snape is a professor. You all think too badly of him."
"No, he was always bad." Fred lit his wand, raised his round shield, and went inside first.
"If we get caught by him now, each of us will lose at least 50 points."
George followed behind, saying, "That's not all, there must have been inhumane corporal punishment as well."
They tacitly stopped talking about the previous topic.
Cedric put away his keys, picked up his briefcase, and slowly walked into the office.
The environment was damp and dark, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of various Potions.
After putting on their gas masks, Fred and George walked in side by side at the front.
Rolf, who was last to enter, closed the door and turned his back to the four of them.
"Jormungandr's venom?" Hermione picked up a bottle of black liquid from the desk and shook it. "Probably mixed with something else too."
"Take it away, take it away~"
She put all fifteen small bottles into her white, semi-circular pocket.
"What about the semi-finished product in the crucible?"
"Don't let a single drop go to waste." Fred turned around in front of the dilapidated wooden cabinet. "Remember, to be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself."
Hermione's little mouth twitched uncontrollably several times.
Taking one thing is taking, and taking them all is also taking.
Snape is so petty, he'd probably offend someone to death even if he just brought an empty bottle.
After careful consideration, she felt that keeping the bed in her bed was indeed a sign of kindness.
After clearing the workbench, the five of them stood in front of the wooden cabinet, which was enchanted with various protective spells.
None of them, including Vincent, had ever actually entered the office.
A few glances from afar weren't enough, so the five of them first unleashed the Shield Charm together.
"The cabinet must have a reverse-lock spell." Cedric put on his Dragonhide Gloves. "Then we'll have to use this thing."
He held the Gunblade — the SuperHighPowerPlus— in his hand. "I've actually wanted to touch it for a while now."
Mithril's affinity for magic allows its blade to easily slip into the gaps in cabinet doors.
With a slight pry, all the protective magic that had been set up poured out.
The round shields that Fred and George were holding up kept clanging.
Poisoned iron arrows, magical shockwaves from destruction, corrosive beams of light...
Although both round shields of unknown material withstood the attack, they were almost completely destroyed.
The lack of automatic repair confirms that it is not Mithril.
As Cedric opened the cabinet door, Hermione was still carefully examining them.
High strength, good corrosion resistance, high heat resistance...
"Is this titanium alloy?"
"Ah!?"
Just as she was about to explain the science, she noticed that George was holding several small bottles that looked very familiar.
Last Sunday, in the Headmaster's Office.
The bottle contains memories extracted with a wand, and they appear to belong to Snape.
"And this!" Cedric picked up a small stone disc.
If I remember correctly, this is Pensieve that allows you to review your memories.
Fred and George exchanged a glance. "What a huge find!"
Rolf, who was keeping watch, also hurriedly ran over.
The cabinet was full of precious herbs and Potions, so the weight of these memories couldn't be insignificant either.
"With all the conditions met, why don't we..." The twins' suggestion was tempting.
Although the stone basin could barely fit five faces, the biggest challenge was figuring out how to use it.
Hermione gripped her wand tightly.
When Phineas taught Vincent how to use the Pensieve last Sunday, she had almost already learned it.
"Miss Know-It-All ~ We should be able to help you use this, right?"
After she became the one being encouraged, she began to understand Vincent's feelings at the time.
Even if you find the best stuff, it's all meaningless if you don't go and see for yourself first.