This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Snape, with indescribable excitement and excitement, took out a small bottle containing the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider.

He sneered repeatedly, "Wayne, how are you going to explain this?"

Vincent cast a reassuring look at Cedric and the other four, "Professor, you know I have a permit to go to the Forbidden Forest, this is the poison I detoxified them."

"Detoxification?"

"Too much toxin accumulation in the body will cause problems."

With a "swish", another small bottle was taken out.

This is an enhancer, which has the effect of increasing strength.

"What about this one?"

"I made it myself, and there is a mark on the bottom of the bottle."

Snape didn't even look at it, and continued to take out a small jar.

White powder, what is it if not white fresh?

"Ahem——" A bit choking.

"Ahh——"

Vincent waved his hand with disgust,

"This is an important material for me to make some small props. Professor, if you sneeze a few more times, my gold galleons will be wasted."

The lid was closed, and continued!

A bundle of phoenix feathers? Continue!

Several large boxes of copper-iron alloy? Keep going!

A collection of textbooks for grades 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7? Keep going!

Twenty spare school robes of various sizes? Keep going...

Snape's face looked very ugly.

There were indeed beetle eyes and flobberworm mucus, but he didn't have the face to say that he had lost these two things.

He couldn't do anything more embarrassing. Either they were hidden somewhere else or they had been dealt with.

Legilimency? Veritaserum?

No, the little bastard had connections with the Ministry of Magic.

It was impossible to give up, not even in the next life.

"Wayne, where are the goods in your house?"

"Under the bed in my dormitory, do you want to go and check it out?"

If he dared to say it, it meant that they were not hidden there.

It could only be that they had been dealt with.

In the whole afternoon, they might have been sold to Antarctica.

The ownership of the gold galleons could not be determined, and there was no legal evidence.

Even if he could read some of the other five people's panic, it was not enough to drive them all out of Hogwarts.

But the more he thought about it, the angrier he got!

It was four against one, and now it was six against one.

Lily was gone, so there was no need to endure it any longer.

Snape suddenly closed the suitcase and glanced at Harry inconspicuously.

According to Trelawney's prophecy, Voldemort would personally mark a powerful enemy born at the end of July.

The one with the highest hatred now is Vincent, who was defeated once last year and destroyed a Horcrux this year.

July 23rd - July 31st

The target cannot be transferred, and the lightning scar on the forehead may be the mark.

It is impossible for the Muggle family to have any connection with wizards, so just keep it as a qualified shield. ̢̜̳̱͈̹͓͛͜ḩ̷̻̩͍̱̗͔̺̏̓͊̀͂̀ͅṵ̵̙̻͉̦͙̗̥̉̓̓͊̑̂̑x̸͍̘̳͂͊̂̊̀͊̕͘.̷̹̦̆̆c̶͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̧̝̳̠͇͕̺̲̹̔̈́̃͝͝m̷̗͓̽̂̌̋̃̌

“Wayne, this doesn’t mean you’re completely cleared of suspicion. "Snape pushed the suitcase back.

Thinking with Gugu's big round ass, Vincent knew that there was something wrong with this man.

He changed his mind after taking a look at Harry, full of conspiracy.

"Professor Snape, maybe Tom stole it.

You stopped him from looking for Silvio, and stripped him naked for examination. "

Whether Voldemort believed it or not was one thing, and whether he dared to tell it was another.

He was suspicious by nature, and his vigilance would definitely be heavier than before.

The two men who threatened each other looked at each other for a moment, and Snape first looked away and turned sideways,

"I will definitely find those stupid thieves."

"I wish you success, professor."

Vincent personally sent him out of the activity room, being polite and generous.

After telling the members that it was just a small matter, he returned to his previous position.

Fred and George patted their hearts that were about to jump out of their throats, "As expected of President Wayne, he got it done easily! "

Smiling and silent, Vincent looked at them quietly.

The matter was over, and it was meaningless to pursue right and wrong.

"Behave yourself recently, we are all being targeted."

Hermione raised her head, her eyes full of guilt.

"I'm sorry--"

"It's okay, at worst, we can find other fun." Vincent shrugged indifferently,

"It's not the first time anyway, just add the house points back in other places."

Cedric and Rolf sat down without any pressure.

There was someone blocking the way in front, so it wouldn't be their turn so soon.

Fred and George both wanted to say something.

"We actually--"

"It's really no big deal. According to the original plan, he would suspect us sooner or later."

Vincent put the things he had just turned out back into the suitcase one by one, "After reading those memories, at least we don't have to worry about inexplicable attacks. "

Snape used to do his own thing and never listened to other people's advice.

Now he has changed a lot. Even if he goes too far, he will probably just find a way to expel people from the school.

Go back? Impossible.

I thought he was working hard and joined the Death Eaters as a double agent.

I didn't expect the truth to be that he was complaining about everything caused by inferiority.

I can't change myself, and I can't forget Lily.

From the beginning of his journey as a Death Eater, he should have known that such a day would come.

Poor people must be hateful.

"The remaining days will definitely be more difficult than last year." Hermione's hunch was right.

As soon as curfew time arrived at 11 o'clock, Snape started patrolling with a lantern.

The six little ones all miss Filch very much.

I can't go to the kitchen, but luckily there is a safer place.

Gryffindor common room.

Daphne put down the Marauder's Map with a face full of surprise, "Did you use it to come to our dormitory?"

"Of course there are more." George hugged Cedric affectionately, "Without this little nanny, we wouldn't be able to get the password to enter."

"Get out of the way, I'm not full yet."

Luofu silently picked up the steak faster.

Tender and juicy, with a moderate proportion of fat.

As expected of the Greengrass family, they can even get king crabs that are half a meter long in the North Pacific.

Good things are good things after all. If Vincent's belly wasn't still stretched, he wouldn't have shared it generously.

Anyway, with the preservation charm, it won’t be a problem even if it’s stored for half a year.

Hmm—at most, we can call Daphne together.

After struggling to eat a small piece of deer steak, he had no choice but to put down the knife and fork he had just picked up.

Cedric quickly took the lunch box in front of him in his hand, "I heard that Mr. Greengrass kind of hates Muggles. How did you deal with them?"

Daphne and Hermione pricked up their ears almost at the same time.

"Hiccup—" Vincent burped as he was about to speak.

"Uncle Restman doesn't hate Muggles, he just hates people who have no value to the wizarding world."

"So -" Fred moved the small bench next to him, and reached out to poke his bulging belly.

"Are you valuable to the wizarding world?

Or is it valuable to the Greengrass family? "

Daphne, whose face was hot, lowered her head.

Vincent is so good, and based on her parents' personalities, it is reasonable that she would be targeted.

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