The first thing Vincent did upon returning to his dorm was to shrink all three large items.
With Dumbledore backing him up, he believed that violating the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy wouldn't be a big deal.
After drinking several enhancement potions, my body felt lighter than ever before.
It took him about ten minutes to return to the Great Hall and quietly slip back into his giant pumpkin.
What are you doing outside?
Hermione had been waiting nearby the whole time. "Did you bring all the things your family sent?"
"Yeah, that's right." Vincent walked out of the pumpkin with a calm expression. "Don't get your hopes up too high. There's nothing like what you're thinking."
"Who's expecting that!" she said, trying to regain her composure. "Electronic devices are not usable here, so even if you had a missile launcher, it would be difficult to put it to use."
"When did you become a military enthusiast?"
"Last week."
Vincent concealed his surprise. "I thought you were going to talk about yesterday."
Hermione had just raised her head when he suddenly looked toward the Great Hall entrance.
Although the effect of the Sense Enhancing Potion was very weak, there was indeed a sense of danger outside.
"What's the matter?"
Vincent took out a small bottle. "You'll know once you drink it."
A chilling and malicious feeling quickly took over Hermione's entire mind.
"This feeling—"
"Does this look familiar?"
The twins who had been watching them emerged from the pumpkin.
Cedric and Rolf followed closely behind.
"Dude, is something about to happen?"
"It's a very strong feeling."
After secretly Sense Enhancing Potion, the four of them looked increasingly grim.
"He's gone mad!" Rolf exclaimed, apologizing to those around him.
"Is Quirrell going to start a war between the school and magical creatures just for the Sorcerer's Stone?"
Cedric tightened his school uniform. "You guys say he used force—you know what I'm talking about."
"Very likely." Vincent glanced at Quirrell, who was dining elegantly. "But he can't use every single one; at most, he'll use some of the leaders."
"Those big cuties?" George reached into his pocket for smoke grenades.
"Definitely more than that."
The Troll and the Acromantula are not enough to hold off Dumbledore and the professors.
Vincent had been keeping an eye on Quirrell's actions.
After finishing his meal, he folded his napkin neatly with great poise.
This effortless, seemingly in control manner made all six of them grit their teeth in envy.
The crisis was drawing ever closer, and Dumbledore abruptly stood up.
His expression looked somewhat conflicted as he slowly walked down from the staff table.
"Everyone, please return to your dormitories under the guidance of your Prefect."
Percy jumped to his feet. "Come with me, don't get separated!"
Although the students were talking quietly, they still obediently got up and followed behind their respective Prefect.
"They're here." Vincent, at the very back, turned and looked back at the Great Hall doors.
Even if the effect of the Sense Enhancing Potion was minimal, the danger had indeed crossed the castle gates.
Dumbledore walked over, wand in hand.
"Professor, outside..."
"I know."
He stood in front of the door and said, "There is no password in the Headmaster's Office today. Anyone can go in."
"I—I—" Vincent hesitated several times before finally choosing to shut his mouth and nod solemnly.
Quirrell, who covets the Sorcerer's Stone, can only be dealt with by the six of them.
"Bang—" A Troll smashed open the Great Hall door.
Dumbledore unleashed the magic he had been preparing for a long time.
A Shield Charm with an extremely large range, capable of covering the entire Great Hall.
"Click-clack—" A huge number of Acromantula surged in.
Upon seeing this, the four Prefect at the front of the class quickly and efficiently evacuated the students.
McGonagall waved her wand at the staff table, and a staircase that was usually hidden appeared near the students.
"Older students, step back a bit!" Percy grabbed Harry and Ron's arms. "Let the first-year students go first!"
Before Draco went down the stairs, he looked back at the direction of the door.
Dumbledore's Shield Charm was very powerful, easily suppressing hundreds of Acromantula.
"Wayne— " His gaze fixed on Vincent, who stood fearlessly at the very back.
"Malfoy, hurry!"
Hearing the Prefect Marcus urging him, he turned his gaze away and went down the stairs.
"Wayne, come here right now!" Percy shouted.
"I'm fine, you guys go up first."
Vincent leaned towards the five people in front of him. "Quirrell hasn't made a move yet. Let's go straight to the Headmaster's Office later."
"How do we get there?" Fred gestured towards Percy, who was maintaining order at the foot of the stairs. "Our good brother here is very responsible."
"Should I go with Cedric and Rolf first?"
"Okay." Hermione pursed her lips and watched the three of them disappear.
"Where's Wayne?" Percy asked, looking at his twin brothers with a puzzled expression.
George pointed to the crowd on the stairs, "I could only see his back in the blink of an eye, I think he should be almost on the fourth floor."
"Yes," Hermione said earnestly. "He's always so elusive, sometimes he doesn't even leave a trace."
"Okay." Percy no longer doubted. "Once we get to the dorm, no one should come out until I say it's okay."
"Yes, Prefect!" The twins stepped forward.
With the help of the Disillusionment Charm, the three successfully reached the Headmaster's Office.
Vincent took out two small, exquisite landmines from his school uniform.
Cedric and Rolf's lips trembled involuntarily as they watched him reposition the landmine in the corridor thirty meters away.
"These are the small commodities you sell at home?"
"Unsold goods, even at low prices, no one will buy them."
After casting the Disillusionment Charm, Vincent drew two red marks on the floor not far away with his wand.
What does this mean?
"Quirrell will definitely not step on the mark. What if he takes another step?"
"Dirty, filthy!" Cedric grinned mischievously, his eyes narrowing. "But I like it~"
Vincent glanced at Rolf had the same expression.
Who says all Little Badger are honest and docile?
He opened the Marauder's Map. "Wait for them to come over, then—how did Harry and Ron get out?"
Quirrell is still on the first floor according to the map;
Fred and George were on their way.
But Hermione, who had just stepped out of the common room, was caught red-handed by them.
"Shouldn't she find an excuse to get away?"
"I think—" Vincent trailed off, piquing their curiosity before finally saying, "No."
"Huh? Why?"
"Do you remember the right-hand corridor on the fourth floor that was off-limits?"
Harry suspects Snape is the You-Know-Who, and the commotion outside is likely to be attributed to him.
Although he didn't know why he did that, he was certain that the three-headed dog in the fourth-floor room was guarding something very important.
Without Hermione's help, the two of them would have racked their brains and still couldn't figure it out.
But now...
"Was this also part of your plan, Dumbledore!"
Cedric didn't understand Vincent's words, but Rolf understood them instantly.
His grandfather, Newt Scamander Scamander, had been tricked more than once.