Before returning to the castle, of course, we must first find Hermione's lost wand.
"Trace appears -" Vincent cast a tracking spell, and a particularly conspicuous white light spot lit up in the distance.
The grapevine wood wand was stuck in the ground, and there were a few bump marks and scratches on the surface.
Hermione gently pulled it out and held it tightly in her arms with a distressed look on her face.
Vincent comforted her, "Don't worry, as long as the wand is not broken, Mr. Ollivander will fix it."
The three major European staff makers did not blow it out, it was just a little bump and scratch, and repairing it was not a matter of minutes.
Hermione put aside her worries, but then remembered Snape's behavior just now.
Under normal circumstances, he would definitely "escort" him personally instead of sending him back with two bottles of magic potion.
If he was willing to take out a good thing like a magic potion that was at the bottom of the box, there must be something between him and the lanky werewolf.
Vincent was also interested in this.
As the saying goes, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle.
The more information you have, the faster you can break your defenses.
He and Hermione went over the details as they walked.
The first is the attitude towards werewolves.
The strength of Snape's stun spells did not seem to be because of Sirius' anger at them.
Then came the relationship with the lanky werewolf.
He poked and kicked several times, as if he was worried that the injury was not severe enough.
Finally, why did they separate the two of them?
Could it be that he wants to kill the werewolf?
"This..." Vincent and Hermione were speechless.
If you really want to do this, there is no reason to give the magic potion to the witness.
Although there is no eyewitness evidence, Snape has a criminal record.
Do the wizarding courts believe the former Death Eaters? Or do they believe the British youth representatives of the Wizengamot?
Vincent tugged on the straps that were a little tight around his neck, "What happened tonight was all because of that werewolf, but he helped us so we can settle the score."
He secretly glanced at Hermione, who was tightening her mouth, "Snape and the werewolf obviously have a grudge. Since nothing can be discussed, we'd better not get involved."
Hermione paused blankly.
Being warm-hearted means thinking about others, and being nosy means taking care of things that shouldn't be taken care of.
She admitted that she was a bit nosy, but she couldn't change it if she wanted to.
"I know." Hermione looked at him carefully,
"The injury on your body should be almost healed. If you feel uncomfortable, just untie it."
Vincent always felt that there was something different about her, and when he looked left and right, there seemed to be no change.
Hermione became shy when he saw her.
"I-is there something dirty on my face?"
"No." Vincent looked away and moved the fingers of his right hand hanging on his chest.
In less than half an hour, it was miraculously healed?
The magic potion is so magical, especially the one brewed by Snape himself.
He smiled particularly sinisterly.
Hermione looked into those blue eyes full of conspiracy and knew what he was planning without even thinking.
She went around his back and took off the bandage.
"Snape has been wary of us for a long time, how could he let us succeed so easily."
Vincent cooperated with her and unwrapped the bandage in circles, "Isn't there a particularly good opportunity now?"
Hermione squinted at his completely unscarred back, "Snape can definitely guess that it was us."
The newly revised "Hogwarts Code of Conduct for Employees" is certainly not a decoration, but it cannot stop Dumbledore from being determined to protect people.
"Alas -" Vincent looked up at the moon and let out a long sigh, "One or two bottles will not be discovered, right?"
"Snape even remembers things from his school days so clearly, how could he not remember how many bottles of potions he brewed?
And Fred and George have set up a trap, what if we accidentally fall into it?"
Vincent felt inexplicably melancholy and felt a little cold.
He untied the last bandage, opened the suitcase and took out a random piece of clothing.
Hermione quickly turned her back, "You--are you really going to wear this back?"
Vincent looked down and stuffed it back without saying a word.
Wear fat blue pajamas and go back to see Mag?
This is a death-defying rhythm.
He rummaged carefully and finally chose a plain white shirt.
"How about it?"
Hermione turned around and nodded slightly, "Very good."
The two left the Forbidden Forest and walked on the path leading to the castle.
Open the door and the candle will light automatically.
"Gululu——" came the familiar sound of snoring.
The two walked towards the auditorium consciously, opened the door and saw Hagrid lying on the long table.
The snoring sounded particularly loud in the empty auditorium, almost like a Muggle construction team.
She's sleeping so soundly, so it's best not to disturb her.
Vincent winked hard at Hermione.
If I miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I don’t know when I will get it again.
Hermione secretly glanced at Hagrid, who was still snoring.
The twins' traps are all prank props. As long as they move faster, make less noise, and be careful, there should be no problem.
She nodded helplessly.
Vincent raised the corners of his mouth slightly and gently closed the auditorium door.
Light the wand and quietly come to the dungeon. After walking a few corners, you will find the corridor leading to the Batcave.
The two of them looked at each other from a distance, their eyes widening at the same time.
It was a mess, and the methods were similar to demolition.
The floor and walls of the corridor were almost entirely filled with yellow-green viscous liquid that emitted a foul odor.
There were even a few slivers hanging from the ceiling, resembling the runny nose at the end of a bad cold.
Hermione quickly turned her head and covered her mouth, put a bubble charm on her head, and took a few deep breaths of fresh air before she dared to look back.
The smell is nothing, but the key is that it looks too disgusting.
The door was torn apart, and broken boards were scattered everywhere, some of which were even stuck to the "snot" strips.
She endured her nausea and continued to observe.
The broken wood board had smooth fractures and didn't look like it had been damaged by a crash.
Vincent, who also put on the Bubble Charm, squinted his eyes, raised his wand and pointed at a larger piece of wood.
The viscous yellow-green liquid is connected to it, pulling out dense filaments.
There was strong glue that stuck to the touch, and there seemed to be a few small mold marks on the floor.
The shape doesn't look like anything, and the size doesn't look like a footprint.
"Could it be that Snape was tricked?"
"That won't mean tearing down the door of your office."
Hermione suppressed her nausea and knelt down, seeing a lot of short black hair stuck near the small mark.
"Is it the werewolf?"
Vincent squatted next to her and took a few glances, "The neatly broken door... can break free of strong glue... black short hair..."
All the clues point to werewolves. Did Snape send them away because he wanted to settle scores?
Hermione couldn't help but worry, "Is he going to be okay?"
Vincent raised his wand and pointed it at the dark Batcave, "It depends on what he has done."
The seriousness of "confiscation" and destruction are different. In the former, things are still there, but in the latter, they are completely gone.