Hermione glanced at him, and Neville obediently stood up and gave up his seat.
Vincent swallowed the food in his mouth first, then wiped his mouth with a napkin, "What are you doing sitting here?"
"I like."
He continued eating naturally, "Should I feel honored?"
"Whatever you want." She stared into those blue eyes, "Anyway, thank you."
"no need thank me?"
Hermione stood up and said, "Slytherin's score has been cleared today. I think you should know why."
Vincent's right hand holding the fork shook, "I have no intention of dueling with Malfoy."
"I will always watch you."
After she finished speaking, she left.
This conversation may seem baffling to outsiders.
But in Vincent's case, it represents a signal.
Helped Hermione yesterday, the smart little witch quickly guessed who it was.
He knew she didn't know everything.
She knows she doesn't know everything.
Night tours are what students love to do.
As long as you don't get caught.
"Now we're in trouble..."
Vincent, who had no appetite, also knew that if he wanted to sneak out of the dormitory again, it would not be as easy as before.
Maybe he would open the bedroom door late at night and Miss Granger would be standing outside with a smile on her face.
"You don't want to eat?" Neville sat down again, "You said you were very hungry just now."
"Yeah, I'm very hungry." Vincent forked a small piece of pork chop into his mouth.
It's just that no matter how delicious the house elves made it, he couldn't taste it.
If he didn't help this smart little witch, Filch might catch someone and go back.
More Gram points means fewer Gram points.
"Are there any activities in the afternoon?" James waved his little hand.
"I'm going to go to Professor McGonagall's place."
"Okay." He looked at Neville and Alfred.
"I want to write a potion essay."
"I have to review tomorrow's Transfiguration lesson."
James' expression suddenly changed drastically.
A week has passed, and tomorrow I have to attend class with my dean again.
"I have to admire Vincent's foresight."
I went to see Professor McGonagall in the afternoon, it must be about studying.
He smiled and came to Vincent's side, "If you find out any news, remember to tell me~"
"oh."
"It's best for homework. You know I'm terrible at transfiguration."
"oh."
Vincent, who had agreed so many times, stretched out his hand to squeeze his big face away, "Do you want me to help you with your homework?"
"real?"
"Fake."
Heartbroken, James left.
As he walked away, he was still muttering something under his breath.
After lunch, Vincent walked numbly to the second floor of the castle.
He had just figured out countless ways to get around the dormitory.
But the most practical one is the Illusion Body Curse.
Before learning, the daily night outing activities can only be suspended first?
Impossible, never possible.
Standing outside Mag's office, he quickly regained his energy.
I sneaked into the Slytherin dormitory several times in front of the old bat,
Riding a broomstick around the Forbidden Forest in full view of everyone,
Just a Miss Granger.
"Knock knock——"
"Come in."
Vincent smiled and opened the door and walked in.
"Professor, I have some problems with transfiguration."
McGonagall put the student papers on the table aside and said, "Tell me, let me hear about the problems that are troubling you."
"How to change only the properties of an object."
She was surprised for a moment, then reached out and took off her glasses, "Vincent, you have to know that this is a skill that many fifth graders fail to understand."
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"I know, this is the content of the O.W.L ordinary wizard level exam."
"Very good." She smiled and took out a piece of parchment from the drawer.
"Try to control it without any creases."
Vincent waved his wand and rolled up the paper.
"A very smart approach." Mag held his wand and tapped the rolled parchment.
Spread it out and fold it back together.
"open to take a look."
After turning the parchment over, Vincent couldn't find any creases on it.
But there is really no change in its feel or weight.
"do you understand?"
"A little bit."
"What about this?" McGonagall tapped the parchment again.
There was no change, but Vincent clearly felt that the weight had become lighter when he picked it up and folded it once.
"The first time it was water, the second time it was cotton?"
"correct answer."
Rather than saying it is a piece of parchment, it is more like a puddle of water or a ball of cotton.
It's just that they all have the appearance of parchment.
Vincent understood, "Professor, do you want to completely change the object and then change its appearance?"
"Yes." McGonagall put down the wand, "But it will be very difficult to do it at the same time."
"It's like a silent spell..."
"What?"
"Nothing." Vincent smiled, "By the way, Professor, will the people from Sweep Broom Company arrive tomorrow?"
"10 o'clock in the morning." Mag didn't pursue what he just said, "just after my class."
"I'll find you after class."
She nodded and put on her glasses again, "As for the other broom, Professor Dumbledore and I can both confirm that it was tampered with.
Vincent, even if this is the case, we don't think he really wants to kill you."
"I see."
Regarding the matter here, Old Malfoy may have already taken action.
The change of nature from murder to violation of school rules was actually something Vincent had expected.
"Is there any compensation?"
McGonagall squinted and looked at the big eyes opposite, "Of course, Mr. Malfoy is still very generous."
This was beyond his expectation, "Professor, I originally thought they wouldn't admit it."
"Someone from the Ministry of Magic came forward to put pressure."
"Ron's father?"
"That's right."
As his sworn enemy, Weasley was not as powerful as Malfoy, but this was obviously a good opportunity to attack.
In order to minimize the serious matter, it is most important to shut the victim's mouth in time.
But Draco's appearance last night only intensified his dislike for the family.
Private?
impossible!
Unless the price is right~
"Professor, I think the root of the problem is that the school's broomsticks are too old."
McGonagall knew what he was planning.
How could she let go of such a good opportunity?
Everyone loved the golden Galleons, but if he really wanted to accept this money, Draco's tail might be raised to the sky.
Therefore, Vincent gave up the compensation.
"Professor, this is not a personal grudge. I just hate this approach."
If he was just an ordinary little wizard, he might suddenly disappear after leaving school.
When it's time to be strong, you have to be strong.
"You are really smart, Vincent."
Mag was a little surprised that he could see through the whole thing, "I'm not just talking about learning."
"No, it's far from it." Vincent looked a little embarrassed, "I am a Muggle-born, so I am naturally on the opposite side of the Malfoy family.
If I accept this money, they will think I am afraid."