Snape Was Furious, and the Consequences Were Severe
I can't sleep if I don't watch it, but I can't sleep even more if I do watch it.
Fortunately, the commotion wasn't too big; we should just have to wait until dawn.
After taking a bottle of Brain-Boosting Potion, Vincent began making a portable alchemical toilet.
After the shaping was complete and the Magical Runes, the three roommates were already fast asleep.
It was just dawn outside; they should have been in Hogsmeade five hours ago.
A little over four laps, just on my way back to the dorm.
They quietly entered the Forbidden Forest to continue improving the Alchemy Mechanical Arms.
The Acromantula didn't cause any trouble, but the two Dementors guarding the gate did come over.
They started this trouble first, so don't blame Vincent for being ruthless.
With a Suanni Patronus to play with them until dawn, the time loop is complete, and then I can finally focus on research and development.
Headmaster's Office
Dumbledore was woken up again.
He opened the door for Vincent, wearing light purple pajamas and looking rather sullen.
"Long time no see, Professor~"
If it were anyone else, they would have closed down and said goodbye long ago.
Dumbledore, with a pained expression, led him in.
"Long time no see, Vincent, you seem to have grown taller."
Vincent skillfully set up the tent under the watchful eyes of the principals.
"Yes, if the school could provide more food every day, I would definitely grow taller."
He already had a large appetite, and now "4 days" is already the amount other children eat in a month.
"As the school's top School Board Member, it's only up to you to decide how much to purchase."
Having solved the food problem, Vincent said "Goodnight" and crawled into the tent.
Dumbledore's lips curled up slightly.
Finally, I can get a good night's sleep.
After the Herbology and Transfiguration classes on Friday, it's time for the long-awaited Potions Class.
Snape arrived at the classroom at the perfect time.
The silly Little Lions were all absent, and several lights were added to the already dim classroom.
The Little Snakes weren't in their seats; instead, they were scattered along the wall, frantically trying to pry something apart.
"Damn it!" Draco punched a picture frame.
It's not just the Sticking Charm; there should also be those potions from last time that stick to the touch.
With the bright light, Snape could see what was inside the picture frame from afar.
His face instantly darkened, and he walked over with trembling lips.
Draco shivered inexplicably and instinctively turned around, shrank his neck, and retreated to the side.
The Little Snakes, trying to move the picture frame, held their breath.
The wide hem of his black robe covered Snape's legs, making him look like a terrifying evil spirit floating by.
"Professor," Draco gasped, pointing to the picture frame in front of him, "This must have been done by Wayne and his gang!"
I heard yesterday that Boggart in Longbottom was you. They must have used that lousy professor's spell to turn him into—"
"Shut up!" Snape glanced at him with an extremely cold gaze.
Not only Draco, but all the Little Snakes trembled and retreated.
"Where is Greengrass?"
"She was—" Pansy immediately corrected herself, "A stupid traitor like her must be with Wayne and the others."
Snape suddenly laughed, a particularly chilling laugh.
He drew his wand and pointed it at the nearest picture frame.
"The Sectumsempra— "
The incantation was so soft it was almost inaudible, but sharp cuts appeared one after another in the picture frames on the wall.
One after another, quickly and precisely.
The half-frame became four pieces, then six, eight, and twelve pieces.
A shattered picture frame, its movement obscured, lay on the floor, while the wall, battered by countless blows, was covered in tiny scratches.
Although things may be gone, they will always exist in our memories.
Especially the culprits!
"Ho ho ho—" Snape waved his wand lightly, setting the wood chips on the ground ablaze.
The firelight was exceptionally bright, but it couldn't dispel the gloom on his face.
Draco's throat bobbed, as if he wanted to say something.
Perhaps knowing it wasn't necessary, Snape left the classroom and could no longer be seen from behind.
"Wayne is finished!" Extreme elation dispelled the fear in his heart.
The Little Snakes all imagined a scene: Gryffindor being overthrown.
Blaise Zabini's contorted little face stared at the wall covered in fine, smooth cuts, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
"They are as fragile as this wall. With just a light touch from Professor Snape, all those lousy youth representatives will disappear from this world!"
He harbored just as much resentment as Draco.
These are all young masters and ladies from prominent families, overflowing with a sense of superiority, and they certainly won't miss the famous scene that follows.
The third-grade students went on strike, and the only places they could go were their dormitories and the club Club Room.
Before the evil Snape even reached the fifth floor, he could already hear the cheerful laughter of the little rascals.
Fine, striking out is one thing, playing pranks is another, but you still show no remorse.
Dumbledore won't do his job, then let him uphold justice.
With a loud "bang," the door to the Owl Court Club was pounded on.
The students inside all looked up.
Neville instinctively shrank his neck. "Snape is here."
Vincent, standing on the ring, held down the sandbag that was being thrown at him and met the pair of extremely cold eyes at the door.
He calmly took off his boxing gloves and wiped the sweat from his face with a towel.
"Wayne!" Snape walked in with an unprecedentedly heavy atmosphere.
The students dared not breathe too heavily.
The third-year Gryffindor students were alright, since they had all participated in the strike.
Even if I don't think I've done anything wrong, I still feel a little bit of instinctive fear.
Vincent jumped off the ring, first raising his hand to reassure the members, then slowly walking towards Snape with a smile.
The Little Snakes that had just arrived outside the door couldn't help but admire his extremely strong mental fortitude when they saw this scene.
The person who dared to lead a strike and hang prank videos in the classroom is definitely not an ordinary tough character.
Draco's smile gradually faded.
Based on past experience, there's a high probability that this matter will...
No, have faith!
Previously, it was because the opponent was too weak. Now that their dean has taken over, the outcome will definitely develop in the expected direction.
Vincent and Snape walked closer and closer, stopping at the same time just before they were about to touch.
"Professor Snape, what brings you here?"
"Ha—you know perfectly well what I'm asking." Snape looked down at him.
Despite the height difference of more than ten centimeters, Vincent did not appear to be the weaker party at all.
"Professor, you finally understand how we feel."
Snape sneered, "Wayne, no matter how sharp your tongue is this time, it won't work."
Organizing student strikes, maliciously posting photos defaming professors, and showing no remorse whatsoever—
He turned his head to look at the arena.
Hermione and Daphne, their hair tied up, were breathing heavily.
"Tell me, Granger, how many school rules did Wayne violate with these 'glorious deeds'?"
Hermione, whose name was called, almost blurted it out.
She took a deep breath, her eyes no longer showing panic.
But when I met those dark eyes, my heart, which hadn't completely calmed down, tensed up again.
"Professor Snape, it's not Vincent; we've all broken 27 rules in total."
The little traps didn't work, and Snape snorted coldly.
Today, no one can save these little bastards.