Vincent and Snape are like two sides of the same coin.
She has a positive image and is trusted by her students.
Someone who is full of negative energy, and you don't even want to get close to them.
"The Greengrass Family?"
"Old Malfoy's escape route?"
The two who had spoken almost simultaneously fell silent.
You guessed them all correctly.
Hogwarts was brightly lit under the night sky.
They disembarked from the carriage at the same time, walked up the steps at the same time, and kept pace.
Vincent felt that Snape was, after all, a professor, and it was best to save him some face.
Snape thought Vincent was too young to bother with.
With a "whoosh," their figures flashed by.
Very convincing.
When they returned to the Great Hall on the first floor of the castle, both of them turned away with disdain in their eyes.
One person went upstairs, and the other went downstairs.
They were all in a pretty good mood.
Vincent returned to the light and saw the list Hermione had made, and he was so excited he almost jumped onto the ceiling of the Club Room.
Just as he opened his briefcase, intending to sneak a peek...
"What did you say!?"
If I hadn't reacted quickly enough, my finger would definitely have been pinched.
"Dude, calm down." Fred and George turned to face their surroundings.
Rolf is the same as Cedric.
Vincent lowered his voice, "No, how could you let them incite you?"
Hermione pursed her lips and rolled her eyes at him.
"Ahem— Headmaster Black is, after all, a principal..."
This explanation is weak and unconvincing.
Even he didn't quite believe it. "Okay, you should have put the things back where they belonged, right?"
"Mr. Wayne, in your words, please trust our expertise."
"They are quite professional."
Once the students around her had stopped paying attention, Hermione whispered her memories of what she had seen during the day.
Could you speak a little louder?
Shh—if you speak any louder, someone will hear you.
Snape opened the office door in a good mood, then stood there stunned for a full three seconds.
He backed out, closed the door, and waited a few minutes before opening it again.
Fantastic! We really were robbed!
The top-grade poison that was about to be prepared at the workbench is gone, as are the venoms from the Basilisk and the Acromantula.
What's most infuriating is that they left behind a cauldron, but the Potions inside had vanished, clearly showing their disdain.
Snape, his face green, reached shakily towards the cabinet.
Even though it's already been pried open, what if you don't like what's inside?
Delightful!
Ten ounces of Dragon Blood are gone;
A small bag of Venomous Tentacula seeds is gone;
Six Mandrakes that were about to mature have disappeared;
A huge bundle of Unicorn Tail Hair is gone;
More than a dozen cans of premium Dictamnus powder are gone...
In addition, some Polyjuice Potion, Shrinking Potion, Elixir to Induce Euphoria, and Universal Antidote are also gone.
Snape turned around, put the lunchbox down, and then grinned widely.
That's all.
All gone.
Everything worth more than 10 Galleon is gone!
The rest were just common Potions ingredients like beetle eyes and Flobberworm Mucus.
Hmm?
The Pensieve wasn't taken away?
Memories sealed in a dozen or so small bottles are also memories?
His intuition told him that the mastermind behind this was Vincent had just "stumbled upon a good thing."
If the chance encounter with that brat wasn't a smokescreen, then the memory must not have been seen by anyone.
No, there's Granger too!
The little rascal is last, and the little witch is second to last.
The placement and arrangement seem to be exactly the same, and the finishing touches are done quite well.
"Heh—heh heh heh—" The cold laughter grew fainter and fainter.
Feeling extremely depressed, Snape closed the wooden cabinet, and his steps up the stairs seemed to carry a chill.
Third floor
Fourth floor.
Neville, who was sitting near the entrance of the Club Room, immediately shrank his neck.
"I have a very bad feeling."
James and Alfred both looked toward the spot guarded by the four "protectors".
They didn't slack off during training or supervision, and they didn't come looking for trouble for no reason.
"A generous gift—"
Before he could even utter the word "crab," Snape strode straight in.
Neville nearly slid under the seat as he passed by.
James and Alfred were a little better, but they also held their breath the whole time until his back reached a safe distance.
"Snape later became a double agent, but that person was untrustworthy and didn't let Lily go..."
Hermione was whispering in Vincent's ear, completely unaware of the impending danger.
"Cough cough—"
"And then that was it. I think anyone who's had that experience would probably become—"
"Cough cough!"
She froze the moment she turned her head.
The look in someone's eyes that wants to kill cannot be hidden.
Although that gloomy face hadn't reached that point yet, it was very close.
"What's wrong?" Vincent looked up and met a pair of cold, dark eyes.
Why are you targeting him? He hasn't seen those memories.
Good evening, Professor Snape.
After a very natural greeting, Snape reached out and pushed aside the stiff-looking Fred and George.
"Wayne, tell me your schedule for today."
Vincent glanced at Daphne, who was sitting with Cho, and then looked back at Hermione was sitting next to him and didn't dare to raise her head.
People need to be protected, and problems need to be addressed.
"Wake up at 7 a. m., have breakfast at 7:30 a. m., and leave the castle with Professor Dumbledore at 8 a. m..."
Snape's gaze grew increasingly hostile as he listened.
Trying to be a hero, huh?
"There's no need to talk about the hearing; I want to hear what happens afterward."
Vincent looked him straight in the eye. "Professor Snape, this involves the privacy of many people. Are you sure you want me to say it?"
"Sure."
"After the hearing, I saw Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy, who invited you to their estate for a reunion."
"Wayne!"
"Professor Snape, I think you two are genuinely catching up, and definitely not trying to discuss anything."
"Shut up, Wayne!" Snape bent down, almost touching his face. "My office has been burgled, and I suspect you did it."
Vincent maintained his expression and posture. "Professor, do you need a pat-down?"
Stripping someone naked is nice, but doing so will only take us back to the past, back to the time when we were still "Snivellus."
Snape looked down, his gaze settling on the Mithril Briefcase.
"Open it."
Alchemists always have strange and unusual protective measures.
Hide the items you want to hide, and confuse the people you want to confuse.
After Vincent opened it, he reached out and touched several small bottles.
The evidence is conclusive!
He was going to report to Dumbledore that very night and have all those little rascals kicked out of Hogwarts.
Vincent on the other side remained calm.
The Mithril chest has a total of two spaces for applying the Undetectable Extension Charm.
One is a small space for storing Gunblade and spellbooks.
One is a large space for storing personal Potions and ordinary items such as Gold Galleons.
The small space had already been completely locked when it was opened.
The Magical Circuit was invented by Nicolas Flamel, a new type of Alchemy that no one else besides him Vincent knew how to use.
Even if Dumbledore came, he could only discover the existence of a small space at most.
Want to crack it?
Let's find two people who know how to do it to learn first.