Hogwarts' Latest Rumors

Vincent had not teased Fred and George out of mischief, of course.

His Transfiguration had received McGonagall's personal guidance and was at least at O.W.L. level.

What they were studying in this class was Human Transfiguration, something he had mastered long ago.

A little prank was enough. He could treat the rest as a review of the material.

Fred and George relaxed. It seemed it had only been their imagination.

The weather was still gloomy today. Why not pull a prank for the first time in ages?

After class, the twins dashed out of the classroom.

McGonagall pursed her lips tightly at the podium.

Those two troublemaking students were beyond saving.

Fortunately, the school still had plenty of outstanding young talent, especially a certain student receiving guidance in Animagus transformation.

"Achoo—" Vincent sneezed loudly as he reached the stairwell and lifted the Disillusionment Charm.

"Strange, did I catch a cold?" he muttered, catching the notebook Hermione handed him.

Although he had gotten drenched on Saturday, nearly a month had actually passed.

Someone must have been thinking about him.

There were far too many suspects. Even scratching his head raw would not help him figure it out.

Next was the sixth-years' Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Lupin.

The professor changed every year. Who knew what the next unlucky soul would teach?

Finally came the seventh-years' Potions Class with Snape.

The graduating class's N.E.W.Ts courses were extremely difficult, and the Old Bat had even less patience.

Although alchemical tools could simplify the handling of most ingredients, the precautions alone took up two full pages.

It was not because Snape was particularly considerate. There had simply been that many dangerous incidents in class.

"First warning, Flint."

The color of the potion he had brewed was only slightly off, but if it