The Fat Lady initially thought that the three children who went out for a walk every night could only visit the castle and have some midnight snacks.
Anyway, she often goes out to visit, so she just turns a blind eye.
But today, Vincent, known as Gryffindor's outstanding student, went out with a little girl under her nose.
"Merlin's beard, is he going on a date?"
When she reacted, the two figures had already disappeared in the corridor on the eighth floor.
"I hope that scene won't happen again..."
The fat lady thought for a moment, then suddenly disappeared from the portrait.
The gatekeeper of Gryffindor visited another portrait again.
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Astronomy Tower.
Vincent, who was blowing in the night wind, regretted it.
Miss Granger, who was usually serious and always said she couldn't break school rules, actually became more and more excited.
This is not a good sign.
He knew very well what would happen to a person who often suppressed his emotions and had no chance of venting them if he had the chance to let loose.
He was like this for the eleven years before he came to Hogwarts.
"Don't scream, it will attract Filch here."
Hermione, who was standing by the tower, turned back and glared, "I wouldn't do such a childish thing."
Vincent shrugged, "This place is quite nice, but it's easy to catch a cold if you stay here for a long time."
She straightened her hair, which was messed up by the wind, and said, "Next place."
"oh."
Entrance to the Ravenclaw Dormitory on the eighth floor.
"Is the Squib a wizard or a Muggle?"
"Muggle."
"mistake."
"Then wizard."
"mistake."
Hermione, who failed twice in a row, was not discouraged at all, "No!"
"Click——"
The dormitory door opened a gap.
She gently closed the door with pride on her face.
"What can turn black into white?"
"magic."
"mistake."
"Decolorizer."
"mistake."
Hermione frowned slightly, "Paint."
"mistake."
Just when she started to think hard, Vincent, who couldn't stand it anymore, answered the question.
"language."
"Click——"
With a look of resentment and dissatisfaction, he closed the door naturally.
"It will occasionally ask questions other than magic."
"That's why I will continue."
The eagle-shaped door knocker asked itself the next question, "Where does King's Cross Station lead?"
Just as Hermione was about to say the word "magic", she was pulled away by an impatient Vincent.
"Hey, let me answer three more questions."
"It's one o'clock in the morning now. I'm going to go back to sleep after finishing my midnight snack."
"Supper?" She shook off the big hand holding her arm, "You mean there is a kitchen in the school?"
"if not?
Do you think the food in the castle is made by magic?"
Hermione, who was not embarrassed at all, moved her little head to the other side, "Have you never considered disturbing the chef?"
"Then I won't eat it."
Vincent suddenly turned around, "Besides the two dormitories on the eighth floor, the only ones left are Professor Flitwick's office and the Divination classroom.
Which one do you want to go to?”
"Don't even go."
"Oh, there is an empty classroom and boys' washroom on the seventh floor.
Which one do you want to go to?”
Hermione turned her little head back, gritted her teeth and said, "Have a midnight snack."
"No problem." Vincent smiled and walked down the steps.
After being beaten for so long, it would be a lie to say I'm not hungry.
"Aren't you afraid of Filch and Peeves? I hear they're everywhere in the castle-"
Hermione saw Vincent tapping his forehead confidently with his fingertips, and immediately understood that the intimidation power of these two students to students was only relative.
"Filch has been patrolling the corridors on the fourth floor since the beginning of school.
As for Peeves, you should know that the curse words on the classroom blackboard are not written by magic."
Feeling that she had asked an idiot question, Hermione turned her little head again and let out an extremely weak hum.
Vincent, who thought he had good hearing, just quietly speeded down the stairs after hearing this.
"Stingy guy..."
He also heard the scattered thoughts coming from behind him.
With their familiarity with the castle, even without going back to get the Marauder's Map, the two of them were able to successfully reach the fruit portrait outside the kitchen.
Vincent stretched out his hand to scratch the pear, and held the doorknob that suddenly appeared while laughing.
"Come in." He opened the portrait door in a gentlemanly manner.
Hermione had no intention of cooperating.
Before she walked in on her own, she raised her face and gave him a white look.
"Click--" Vincent closed the door behind him.
Without too much explanation, she could see the functions of the four long tables at a glance.
"Good evening, Mr. Wayne."
She followed the sound and looked over and saw that it was several house elves wearing shabby clothes.
"Good evening, Papa."
Vincent sat down in his old seat with ease, "By the way, she is Hermione - Hermione Granger."
Papa pulled down his big bat ears that were already drooping, "Papa knows Miss Granger, and Papa also moved her luggage into the dormitory."
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Hermione's expression was extremely rich at this moment.
It only took a short time to go from confusion to shock to anger now.
"Hermione?"
She turned sideways and looked at Vincent, "Do you think this is fair?"
“I can only accept it whether it’s fair or unfair.”
The situation of house elves in the wizarding world is sometimes worse than that of ordinary livestock.
Vincent pointed at Papa and the slightly frightened elves behind him.
"Here at Hogwarts, they can at least have one piece of clothing that is shabby but not dirty.
If they stay in a wizarding family like Malfoy, they can only live like slaves."
Hermione was shocked and pursed her lips tightly.
Not only could she not accept that the school was "exploiting" house elves like other places, but she could not accept that she had become an "accomplice" without knowing it.
"I know this is abnormal, but there are so many abnormal things in the magical world that I can't even count them."
Vincent, who tried to remain optimistic, took out his wand and said, "Without it, wizards can't use more powerful magic.
What do you think is needed to make it?"
Hermione knew what he wanted to express.
Without the efforts of ancient wizards, the magical world would not be what it is now.
Maybe it will be better, maybe it will be worse.
She stroked her grapevine wand.
Inside, there is the heart nerve of a fire dragon as the core of the staff.
Even Ollivander, who made it, probably doesn't know whether it died of natural or unnatural death.
"Because I have seen it, I cannot pretend that I have not seen it."
Vincent looked as if that was indeed the case.
The owners of Grapevine Wood are almost always wizards with lofty pursuits and farsightedness beyond ordinary people, who always shock their friends who think they understand them.
Wands made from the heart nerves of fire dragons usually have stronger learning abilities than other types of wands.
But it is extremely fickle and the easiest to adapt to black magic.
Although Hermione had calmed down at this moment, her stubbornness had not diminished at all.