The Two Sides of the Mirror

Vincent and Snape were like the two sides of a mirror.

One had a positive image and was deeply trusted by the students.

The other radiated negativity, making people unwilling even to get close.

"Greengrass?"

"Old Malfoy's backup plan?"

The two spoke almost at the same time, then fell silent.

They had both guessed correctly.

Under the night sky, Hogwarts was brightly lit.

They got out of the carriage at the same time, climbed the steps at the same time, and even kept the same pace.

Vincent felt that Snape was, after all, a professor, so it would be best to leave him some dignity.

Snape felt that Vincent was young, so there was no need to fuss with him too much.

With a whoosh, their figures flashed past.

It was highly persuasive.

When they returned to the Great Hall on the first floor of the castle, both of them turned away with contemptuous looks.

One went upstairs, the other went downstairs.

They were both in quite good moods.

Vincent returned to the common room, and merely seeing the list Hermione had drawn up made him so excited he nearly bounced onto the ceiling.

Just as he opened the briefcase and wanted to sneak a peek...

"What did you say!?"

If he had not reacted quickly enough, his fingers would definitely have been pinched.

"Mate, calm down first." Fred and George turned to look around.

Rolf and Cedric did the same.

Vincent lowered his voice. "No, how could you let them talk you into it?"

Hermione pursed her lips and rolled her eyes at him.

"Ahem—Headmaster Black was the headmaster, after all..."

That explanation was pale and weak.

Even he did not really believe it. "Fine, you put everything back where it belonged, right?"

"Mr. Wayne, in your words, please