Hermione didn't take the teasing to heart.
"If you're not worried about tomorrow, then what are you worried about?"
Vincent is struggling with a problem.
Should I work alone, or organize a group of people to work together?
Even without the help of the back of his head, Quirrell's situation couldn't possibly be as simple as it appears.
Even though the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor changes every year, he was still someone Dumbledore had interviewed.
Vincent dared not be careless when facing these two.
"Logically speaking, after Malfoy and his gang were caught last week, the school should have increased patrols on the fourth floor."
But in reality, nothing has changed.
What do you think is the reason?
Hermione was puzzled. "Yes, if the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor is dangerous, why doesn't Professor Dumbledore do anything about it?"
Vincent chuckled inwardly.
There is certainly danger, but if he becomes a troublemaker, Dumbledore cannot stand idly by.
He stood on a chair with a sandbag hanging from it, looking worried. "The same goes for the You-Know-Who invaded Snape's classroom; the school basically didn't take any extra precautions."
Hermione suddenly opened her eyes wide as she recalled the nighttime outings of the past two days.
"Professor Dumbledore has long suspected that there is something wrong with the school!"
She looked at Vincent with great excitement, "The things the You-Know-Who needs might be in the Third Floor Corridor."
But that place is too dangerous, so why not break into Snape's office first to find some Potions?
Vincent jumped down. "Filch patrols there every day, and many students know that Draco has issued another challenge."
"You mean, the You-Know-Who tomorrow night..."
He nodded frankly, "It's only a possibility."
Hermione, looking tense, was about to suggest telling the professors when she suddenly shook her head and rejected the idea.
Catching the You-Know-Who might add a lot of points?
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she turned and glared at him.
"You actually set me up!"
Vincent shrugged nonchalantly, "How many points do you think this will add?"
"It's good enough if they don't lose points!" Hermione went up to the sandbag and kicked it.
He steadied the sandbag that was being thrown at him, saying, "Don't blame me, this is also a good opportunity to clear my name."
Aren't you afraid he might be a dark wizard?
"So we can't let him find out."
She paused for a moment, then asked, "What do I do?"
"Do you know Batman?" Vincent smiled mysteriously.
Wayne, whose family owns a gun shop, may not be as wealthy as Wayne in Gotham, but in some ways he can be considered a lower-spec version.
With skill, equipment, and some appropriate disguise...
"That armor is too conspicuous." Hermione had never been interested in the comics that boys liked to read.
Vincent's smile froze.
Miss Granger, who knows Blue Fatty, doesn't even know the well-known Gotham Crime Buster.
The two, who were not on the same wavelength, explained the situation to Fred and George that evening.
"No doubt about it, the You-Know-Who is Snape!"
"He's directing and acting all by himself!"
Vincent and Hermione both rolled their eyes at the same time.
Fred cleared his throat. "Okay, we admit we're all prejudiced against him."
Without solid evidence, any unfounded speculation is unreliable.
George chuckled and changed the subject, "What are we supposed to pretend to be?"
Do you have any suggestions?
"Founders of the Academy?"
Who will play Hufflepuff?
"I won't do it."
After much discussion, only Vincent's suggestion seemed reliable.
Wow, a superhero!
George struck what he thought was a cool pose, "Some things about Muggle are actually pretty great."
Only Hermione was very dissatisfied with her appearance.
"Why am I a cat?"
"The Blue Fatty is Doraemon."
She had no choice but to accept this reality.
Vincent wiped the smirk from his face.
With the dye in hand, he didn't believe Quirrell could keep up the act.
That's right, he doesn't plan to go it alone.
Saturday morning.
Josen, Cleansweep Broom Company, arrived.
The Rascal Rabbit he brought pleased McGonagall greatly.
Its sharp, angular design justifies the nearly week-long wait.
Vincent, on the Quidditch Pitch, pulled two Gold Galleons from his pocket.
"Mr. Wayne is so considerate." Josen didn't complain about the small amount of money.
Their company originally intended to repair it for free.
This incredibly talented little wizard might just be going to play in the World Cup someday.
When the time comes, the endorsement fee will have to be at a friendly price, right?
His mischievous little eyes made Vincent feel uncomfortable for quite a while.
"Mr. Wayne, I heard there's a selection competition for you today?"
McGonagall looked away from the broom in her hand. "Josen, you can come and take a look."
While making a big fuss is inappropriate, it's fine as long as the ball doesn't fly off the field.
She waved her wand lightly, "The magic I activated was cast by Professor Dumbledore yesterday."
From the outside, no one would notice any changes inside.
Vincent secretly memorized this sophisticated and concealed magic.
"Please wait a moment, the selection competition will begin soon."
McGonagall handed him the broom. "If Harry comes, please tell him to wait."
"Okay, Professor."
While waiting, Vincent and Josen chatted.
Does the name "Rascal Rabbit" have any meaning?
"Well, don't let their fierce appearance fool you, lions are all actually quite wicked."
"Really?" Josen looked surprised. "I always thought that social animals like them were cruel."
"It is indeed quite cruel." Vincent did not continue speaking.
He stood up and waved.
"Harry, over here!"
Harry, preoccupied with his thoughts, walked over.
"What's wrong?"
He looked at Josen with some hesitation.
"I need to use the restroom first, you guys chat."
Once the other person was out of sight, he recounted what had just happened.
Shortly after Vincent finished breakfast and left the Great Hall, Draco arrogantly approached the Gryffindor table.
"As soon as he opened his mouth, he said that we were all cowards who were afraid of death and didn't even dare to accept the duel invitation."
"Someone agreed?"
Harry's smile was bitter. "Ron agreed, Seamus even said he'd be his assistant."
"Are you in a difficult position?"
"Yes, Malfoy is very rude. I almost agreed to his request just now."
Vincent was stunned.
Is this a case of love turning into hate after a failed friendship?
Sure enough, no matter how much he interfered, what was bound to happen would still happen.
Compared to the foul-mouthed Blondie, the red-haired guy with many flaws is clearly more suitable for making friends.
Harry could find fault with Ron, and Ron could see many good qualities in Harry.
Although the process may be slow, two people with complementary personalities are clearly more suitable for each other.
"Friends..."
Vincent looked at Harry, who was sighing and groaning, and had a feeling that tonight's night out wouldn't be as easy as usual.