This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent and Snape are like the front and back of a mirror.

One has a positive image and is deeply trusted by students.

The other is full of negative energy and doesn't even want to get close.

"Greengrass family?"

"Old Malfoy's escape route?"

The two who spoke almost at the same time stopped talking.

They both guessed right.

Hogwarts was brightly lit under the night.

They got off the carriage at the same time, walked up the stairs at the same time, and kept the same speed.

Vincent felt that Snape was a professor after all, so it was better to save some face.

Snape thought that Vincent was young and there was no need to care too much about him.

With a "whoosh", their figures flashed quickly.

Very convincing.

When they returned to the hall on the first floor of the castle, both of them turned their backs with contempt.

One went upstairs and the other went downstairs.

They were in a good mood.

Vincent returned to the ceiling of the activity room with excitement just by seeing the list made by Hermione.

Just as he opened the suitcase and wanted to take a sneak peek...

"What did you say!?"

If he hadn't reacted quickly, his fingers would have been pinched.

"Dude, calm down for a moment." Fred and George turned around and faced the surroundings.

The same thing happened to Rolf and Cedric.

Vincent lowered his voice, "No, how could you be instigated by them?"

Hermione pursed her lips and rolled her eyes at him.

"Ahem - Principal Black is the principal after all..."

This explanation was pale and powerless.

Even he didn't believe it, "Okay, you should have put the things back in place, right?"

"Mr. Wayne, in your words, please believe in our professionalism."

"It's quite professional."

When the students around didn't dare to pay attention to this side anymore, Hermione whispered the memory she saw during the day.

"Can you speak a little louder?"

"Shh - if you speak louder, others will hear you."

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...

Snape opened the door of his office with a good mood and stood there for three seconds.

He backed out, closed the door, and waited a few minutes before opening it again.

Great! They really got robbed!

The top-grade poison that was about to be prepared on the workbench was gone, and the venom of the basilisk and the giant spider was gone.

The most hateful thing was that a crucible was left, but the potion inside was missing. It was obvious that they were disgusted.

Snape's face turned green, and he reached out to the wooden cabinet tremblingly.

Although it had been pried open, what if he didn't like the things inside?

Delightful!

10 ounces of dragon's blood were gone;

A small bag of poisonous tentacle seeds were gone;

6 mandrakes that were about to mature were gone;

A large bundle of unicorn tail hair was gone;

More than a dozen bottles of selected distilled water powder were gone...

In addition, some polyjuice potions, shrinking potions, euphoria potions, universal antidotes, etc. were all gone.

Snape turned around and put the lunch box away, then grinned.

Gone,

All gone,

All worth more than 10 Galleons are gone!

The rest were all potion materials that could be found everywhere, such as beetle eyes and Flobberworm mucus.

Hmm?

The Pensieve was not taken away?

The memories sealed in a dozen small bottles were also taken away?

His intuition told him that the mastermind of this matter was Vincent, who had just "run into good things".

If the encounter with this little bastard just now was not a smokescreen, then the memories should not have been seen by anyone.

No, there is also Granger!

The little bastard was the last one, and the little witch was the second to last.

The positions seemed to be exactly the same, and the finishing work was done quite well.

"Hehe-hehehe-" The sneer became smaller and smaller.

Snape, who was extremely depressed, closed the wooden cabinet, and his steps on the stairs seemed to be spread by the cold air.

Third floor,

Fourth floor.

Neville, who was sitting near the door of the activity room, shrank his neck immediately.

"I have a very bad premonition."

James and Alfred looked at the position guarded by the four "guardians".

He didn't slack off in training and supervision, and he wouldn't come to cause trouble for no reason.

"A generous gift--"

Before he said the word "crab", Snape walked straight in.

When Neville passed by, he almost slipped under the seat.

James and Alfred were better, but they also held their breath the whole time until his back reached a safe distance.

"Snape later became a double-faced undercover, but that man was not trustworthy and did not let Lily go..."

Hermione leaned close to Vincent's ear, completely unaware of the crisis.

"Ahem--"

"Then there was nothing. I think anyone who has had such an experience will probably become--"

"Ahem!"

She was stunned the moment she turned her head.

The look that wants to kill someone cannot be hidden.

Although that gloomy face has not reached this point, it is infinitely close.

"What's wrong?" Vincent raised his head and met a pair of cold black eyes.

Why did he come to him? He hadn't seen those memories.

"Good evening, Professor Snape."

After a very natural greeting, Snape reached out and pushed aside Fred and George, who had stiff expressions.

"Wayne, tell me about your schedule today."

Vincent glanced at Daphne who was sitting with Qiu, and then looked back at Hermione who didn't dare to raise her head beside him.

People need to be protected, and things need to be taken care of.

"Get up at 7 o'clock in the morning, have breakfast at 7:30, and leave the castle with Professor Dumbledore at 8 o'clock..."

Snape's eyes became more and more unfriendly as he listened.

Hero, right?

"You don't need to tell me about the hearing. I want to hear what happens next."

Vincent looked him straight in the eye, "Professor Snape, this involves the privacy of many people. Are you sure you want me to tell you?"

"Sure."

"After the hearing, I saw Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy. They invited you to their manor to reminisce about the past."

"Wayne!"

"Professor Snape, I think you are really reminiscing about the past, and you are definitely not going to discuss anything."

"Shut up, Wayne!" Snape bent down and almost touched his face, "My office was robbed, and I suspect it was you who did it."

Vincent maintained his expression and posture, "Professor, do you need a body search?"

It's nice to be stripped naked, but this approach will only return to the past, back to the past when he was still a "snotty guy".

Snape looked down and fixed his gaze on the mithril suitcase.

"Open it."

Alchemists always have strange means of protection.

Hide the objects you want to hide, and confuse the objects you want to confuse.

After Vincent opened it, he reached out and touched several small bottles.

The evidence is solid!

He will report to Dumbledore overnight and drive all these little bastards out of Hogwarts.

Vincent on the opposite side remained calm.

There are two spaces in the mithril box with the traceless extension spell.

One is a small space for placing gun blades and magic books,

and the other is a large space for placing ordinary items such as personal potions and gold galleons.

As early as when it was opened just now, the small space had been completely locked.

The magic circuit was invented by Nicolas Flamel. It is a new type of alchemy that no one else can use except him and Vincent.

Even if Dumbledore comes, he can only discover the existence of the small space at most.

Want to crack it?

Find the two who know how to learn first~

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