Dumbledore came down, but Vincent was still floating.

The effect was quite strong and lasted for more than two hours.

"Professor, I think the time can be shortened a little."

"I will tell Ambrosio."

Vincent glanced at his watch, "Before that, I think I have to find a way to get to the fourth floor as soon as possible."

"Oh, I almost forgot that you have classes." Dumbledore stood up and opened the window.

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom happens to be over here."

"You won't fall to death, right?" Vincent looked longingly at Fox who was preening his feathers.

"Of course not." Dumbledore took out the elder wand, "I'm not so old that I'm going to lose my sight."

Vincent stood on the windowsill and suddenly remembered a famous line.

Everything is false and everything is allowed?

He shuddered and leaned forward.

From the principal's office on the roof of the eighth floor, a small figure flew down with his head downwards.

When he reached the fourth floor, Dumbledore's magic began to take effect, lifting him through the window.

Snape happened to walk into the classroom.

“We always have students who take the offbeat path.”

Vincent stood up from his half-crouching position and said, "Professor, I just came down from the principal's office."

"Bah bang—" Snape sneered and clapped.

"Don't do this, I can't help but feel proud."

He walked over with a dark face, "I think our classmate Vayne has created a new history."

Vincent puffed up his chest and said, "I will keep trying, Professor."

The little lions below were having a hard time holding back their laughter.

Especially Neville, who was holding back his blush and could hardly breathe.

"Go back quickly, there won't be another time!"

"I can't guarantee that."

Snape came to the podium with a stinky face and looked around at the stupid lions who were beaming with joy.

"Can anyone tell me what the curse was that Flint cast on Sunday?"

Vincent sat obediently and was ignored.

Hermione, who raised her hand, was also ignored.

Harry, who had a premonition of something, quickly lowered his head.

"Potter, it's up to you to answer!"

"Um - there are stun spells, obstacle spells, and disarming spells."

"anything else?"

Hermione gestured for the Leg Binding Curse and the Beard Grow Curse.

Harry looked confused.

"Granger, watch your mouth!" Snape glared at him fiercely.

"That's all I know, Professor."

He looked regretfully at Harry's big eyes, "Do you think there should be extenuating circumstances? Potter!"

"That's right, right?"

"Wayne!"

Vincent tilted his neck and looked at the podium.

"Why didn't you tell Potter the names of these curses?"

"I don't know the name either~" He shrugged and spread his hands with an innocent face.

Snape glanced at Hermione, "Where's Granger? How did you know?"

"My guess."

Yes, no leaks.

He opened the textbook with a sullen face, "Potter, come after class and I'll copy the names and spells of the curse just now!"

Harry felt extremely wronged.

This is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, why did it become a Charms class?

Professor Flitwick, there's someone here taking your job!

"Don't want to?"

"Yes, yes."

Snape turned over the textbook and threw it aside.

"Besides the Iron Armor Curse, what else can be used to resist the attacks of black magic?"

Draco raised his eyebrows and raised his hands.

"Malfoy, you answer."

"All curses come to an end!"

"If you answer correctly, Slythering will gain 10 points."

Hermione, who raised her little hand higher than him, finally understood.

As long as Snape is in the classroom, Gryffindor can't even think of adding even one point.

"What magic can't be removed by all the spells, Malfoy?"

"Some dark magic and the three unforgivable curses, Professor."

"Very good, Slytherin will add 10 points."

These two asked and answered each question, and the points soon accumulated to 100.

Snape actually didn't even have the courage to show his face.

"get out of class is over."

Harry followed him out of the classroom with a frown on his face.

"Oh, a bunch of stupid lions!" Draco stood up swaggeringly.

"mean!"

"Shameless!"

James and Alfred high-fived each other, "Shameless~"

Pansy sneered and followed Draco, "You're so sharp-tongued, but you guys can't speak so well just now!"

Vincent, who was too lazy to pay attention to them, left directly.

Nico Flamel's invitation is such that many powerful wizards scratch their heads and never get to meet him.

"Wayne, are you running away again?"

"Want to get beaten?" He pushed away Blaise who was blocking the way, "I've been very busy recently, so don't trouble me if you have nothing to do."

"You-" Draco pressed Blaise's shoulders.

"Wait for me, Wayne."

"Oh." Vincent pushed the two of them away with his shoulder, "It's up to you. Anyway, I won't be the one who is embarrassed in the end."

Draco and Blaise, who almost fell down, were stabilized in time by Crabbe and Goyle.

A grinning Pansy faced his retreating back.

"Give way." The lone wolf Theodore gently pushed her away with his hand.

The children of the three families, Malfoy, Parkinson, and Nott, have known each other since childhood.

Compared to other students, Theodore was polite to Pansy.

Daphne watched all this with cold eyes.

Her little hands were clasped together slightly uneasily.

It's been four days and there's not even a shred of news from Higgs.

Higgs, who was labeled as a waste, also wanted to take action. Unfortunately, Vincent's daily routine, which he had settled into just a few days ago, suddenly changed in the afternoon.
To be continued...