The Raven Plane

The spell Neville had accidentally blurted out was blinding enough to rival staring directly at the sun.

A crowd of older students clutching their eyes in agony instantly lost sight of Vincent.

"Argh—" The first unlucky victim was Terence Higgs, a seventh-year about to graduate.

Whether this operation succeeded or failed, Blaise Zabini would pay them a considerable sum of Gold Galleons.

If they sent the target to the Hospital Wing, Draco would even guarantee them a direct ticket into the Ministry of Magic.

But his dream of graduating into a high-ranking post had now been utterly shattered.

After dislocating Higgs's shoulder, Vincent raised his foot and kicked him down the stairs.

His sturdy, towering body took several students who had not yet managed to open their eyes along with him.

"Lumos Maxima—"

Students above and below the staircase all squeezed their eyes shut.

But this time, Vincent did not light up his Alder Wand.

He put on a gas mask enchanted with a Disillusionment Charm and tossed a small, round object onto the ground.

"Pfft—" A large cloud of choking smoke rose up.

Before those who had inhaled a huge mouthful could disperse the smoke, Vincent kicked the students downstairs down one by one.

Higgs, who rolled down to the second floor with his right arm dangling limply into the corridor, bore their weight on his back.

"Meow~" A skinny cat with dull gray fur had just reached the bend in the stairs.

It did not notice the anomaly above its little head and continued downstairs after Filch.

The area where these people fell happened to be within the range of the Silencing Charm they had set up.

Vincent glanced down from the floor above, then lightly tapped his chest with his wand.

"Where's Wayne?!" Pucey dispersed the smoke,