This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Before returning to the castle, of course, we have to find Hermione's lost wand.

"Show the trace--" Vincent cast a tracking spell, and a particularly conspicuous white light spot appeared in the distance.

The vine wood wand was stuck in the ground, and there were several bumps and scratches on the surface.

Hermione gently pulled it out and hugged it tightly in her arms with a distressed face.

Vincent comforted her, "Don't worry, as long as the wand is not broken, Mr. Ollivander will fix it."

The three major wand makers in Europe are not exaggerated. It's just a few bumps and scratches. It's not a matter of minutes to repair.

Hermione put aside her worries, but she remembered Snape's performance just now.

Under normal circumstances, he would definitely "escort" in person instead of sending him back with two bottles of potion.

He was willing to take out such a good thing as the magic potion. There must be something between him and the tall and thin werewolf.

Vincent was also very interested in this.

As the saying goes, knowing yourself and the enemy, you can win every battle.

The more information you have, the faster you can break through the defense.

He and Hermione reviewed the details as they walked.

First, the attitude towards werewolves.

The strength of Snape's Stunning Spells did not seem to be because of Sirius.

Then the relationship with the tall and thin werewolf.

He kicked them several times, as if he was worried that the injury was not serious enough.

Finally, why did he send them away.

Could it be that he wanted 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.

Will the Wizard Court believe the former Death Eater? Or the British Youth Representative of the Wizengamot?

Vincent pulled the bandage that was a little tight around his neck, "Tonight's events were all because of that werewolf, but since he helped us, we are even now."

He secretly glanced at Hermione, who was pursing her lips, "Snape and that werewolf obviously have a grudge. Since we can't discuss anything, we'd better not interfere."

Hermione paused in a daze.

Being kind-hearted means thinking about others, while being nosy means meddling in things that shouldn't be meddled in.

She admitted that she was a bit nosy, but this was not something she could change.

"I see." Hermione looked at him carefully,

"Your injuries should have healed almost completely. If you feel uncomfortable, just untie them."

Vincent always felt that something was different about her, but looking left and right, it seemed that there was no change.

Hermione became shy when he looked at her.

"I-Is there anything dirty on my face?"

"No." Vincent retracted his gaze and moved the fingers of his right hand hanging in front of his chest.

In less than half an hour, it was miraculously healed?

The magic potion is too magical, especially when Snape brewed it himself.

He smiled particularly sinisterly.

Hermione met those blue eyes full of conspiracy and knew what he was planning without thinking.

She went around behind him and untied 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 untied the bandages one circle at a time, "Isn't there a particularly good opportunity now?"

Hermione squinted at his back without any scars, "Snape will definitely guess that it was us who did it."

The newly revised "Hogwarts Employee Code of Conduct" is certainly not a decoration, but Dumbledore is determined to protect people.

"Ah..." Vincent looked up at the moon and sighed, "It won't be discovered if I take one or two bottles?"

"Snape remembers everything about school clearly, how could he not remember how many bottles of potion he brewed.

And Fred and George set a trap, what if we accidentally fall into it?"

Vincent, who felt melancholy for some reason, also felt a little chilly.

He untied the last bandage, opened the suitcase and took out a piece of clothing at random.

Hermione turned her back quickly, "You-are you really going to wear this back?"

Vincent looked down and stuffed it back without saying a word.

Wearing blue fat man's pajamas to go back to see McGonagall?

This is the rhythm of courting death.

He searched carefully and finally chose an ordinary white shirt.

"How is it?"

Hermione turned around and nodded gently, "Very good."

The two left the forbidden forest and walked on the path leading to the castle.

Pushing open the door, the candle automatically lit.

"Gurgle--" A familiar snoring sound came.

The two of them walked towards the hall and saw Hagrid lying on the long table when they opened the door.

The snoring sounded particularly loud in the empty hall, just like a Muggle construction team.

It's better not to disturb them when they are sleeping so soundly.

Vincent winked at Hermione.

If they missed this golden opportunity, they didn't know when they would have the second chance.

Hermione secretly glanced at Hagrid who was still snoring.

The twins' traps were all prank props. As long as they were faster, quieter, and more cautious, there should be no problem.

She nodded helplessly.

Vincent's mouth corners slightly raised and he gently closed the door of the hall.

He lit his wand and quietly came to the dungeon. After walking a few corners, he was in the corridor leading to the bat cave.

The two looked at it from a distance and widened their eyes at the same time.

It was a mess, and the method was like 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 a runny nose at the end of a bad cold.

Hermione quickly turned her head and covered her mouth, put a bubble spell 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 the nausea and continued to observe.

The broken boards were flat and didn't look like they had been damaged by a collision.

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 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 didn't look like anything, and the size didn'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 squatted 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."

"Confiscation" and destruction are different in severity. In the former, things are still there, but in the latter, they are completely gone.

Hope that brave werewolf is okay.

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