Exhausted and sleepy, Vincent was finally able to sit down.
He held a small plate of snacks in his hands, and occasionally exchanged pleasantries with the students who came along.
If he were to become Minister for Magic or Supreme Mugwump, he felt he would want to leave after only half a day.
Those dreaded social engagements!
"I'm just trying my best to fulfill my responsibilities as a student. If I don't take action, and you don't take action, and nobody takes action, then Hogwarts will really be finished."
Roger Davis of Ravenclaw wholeheartedly agreed with this statement.
Leading by example, that's what Wayne is all about!
"I've been interested in your Owl Court for a long time, but I've never had the chance to learn more about it."
Vincent roused himself and said, "Really? I actually wanted to provide a place for everyone to relax properly during their free time."
Of course, the initial combat training was also a reason.
Davis turned to look at the ring behind him.
A 2v2 match is taking place there.
The red team consists of Fred and George, while the green team consists of "Little Traitor" Cedric and Rolf.
Is revealing the secret passage on the fourth floor something that can be easily forgiven?
Knee strike followed by elbow strike, flying tackle followed by kick.
In less than five minutes, all four of them were drenched in sweat.
"Wayne, I think fighting is quite useful." Davis's expression was devoid of flattery; his words came from the heart.
"If wizards lose their wands, they're really not much better off than Muggle."
"Don't you think that's very inelegant?" Vincent gestured for him to look at the ring again.
Cedric was pinned down by George, while Rolf held Fred's head between his armpits.
"It's better than dying, or becoming a ghost, right?"
He re-evaluated Davis.
Tall and handsome, he is a typical British heartthrob.
In stark contrast to the pretty boy Cedric, Davis gives off a sunny and healthy vibe.
"Wayne, can I join your club?"
"Welcome." Vincent nodded slightly to Percy from a distance. "We have a trial session for the new Gwent this weekend, which I'm sure you'll find very interesting."
"I'm really interested," Davis said, shaking his hand warmly. "I will definitely come."
After what happened last night, the students' goodwill towards Vincent increased significantly.
The addition of Ravenclaw representative to the Owl Court suggests that more students will follow.
Unfortunately, there are still no Slytherin students, but it's only a matter of time.
After Davis left, Vincent's gaze was fixed on the doorway.
The Black Swan Club across the street had its doors half open, so it seemed they weren't going to cause trouble.
"Aren't you going back to rest?" Hermione asked, sitting down with two drinks in hand.
She handed Vincent one of the dark, bubbling glasses, saying, "I've heard that magic isn't a cure-all; nearsightedness and hair loss still can't be completely cured."
"It's probably long-term sleep deprivation that causes hair loss," Vincent, taking the cup. "Now that you mention it, I'm starting to feel sleepy."
"You stay up all night more often than I do," Hermione said, taking a small sip of her iced lemonade. "Snape will definitely be giving us points tomorrow."
"So you agreed to let them throw a party?"
"You know why."
The students didn't know much about it, but some of them associated it with the Chamber of Secrets.
Moreover, Vincent mentioned Tom's name to his face, so perhaps more students will know it tomorrow.
Tom hated being part of the Muggle from childhood, so he changed his name and appearance after becoming Voldemort.
They may not know what Chamber of Secrets means, but their parents certainly do.
"I'm heading back now." Vincent finished his cola in one gulp, then waved his hand, sending the glass flying to the small bar where it would automatically clean itself.
"Don't stay up too late, it will cause hair loss."
Hermione tightened her grip on the cup slightly. "Thank you for your advice."
Vincent had already left the Club Room before she lost her temper.
As he was going upstairs, he ran into Harry was coming down from the Headmaster's Office.
"Harry? Why do you look so gloomy?"
"Ah—oh, it's nothing."
"Is it about the Chamber of Secrets and Tom?"
Harry looked slightly surprised, then nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
He probably hasn't seen Dumbledore's short film yet, so the only reason he's worried is Parseltongue.
"My father once said that the quality of a weapon is determined by the person using it."
"Thank you, Vincent." Harry felt much better.
"You're welcome, I'm just telling the truth."
Although many questions remain, it is difficult for Harry to become a dark wizard, regardless of whether the Potter family married into the Gaunt family or whether he acquired Parseltongue from his ancestor Peverell.
If Tom had lived with the Dursleys, he would have ended up like Voldemort.
If Harry had lived in an orphanage, the situation would not have been any worse.
These two arch-enemies are essentially two people at opposite ends of the spectrum with completely opposite personalities.
Wednesday's Potions Class.
Before Snape even entered the classroom, he gave Neville was running ahead of him, a taste of his own medicine.
"Longbottom! Don't you know you can't run down the hallway?"
"Professor Snape, I'm late because I'm going to be late!"
"I don't need your excuses! Gryffindor will deduct 10 points for your lateness."
Neville, looking aggrieved, shrank his neck and dared not raise his little head.
"Go in!"
"Yes."
Snape, feeling refreshed, went in and first glanced at Vincent in the front row.
280 points!
He single-handedly added 280 points to Gryffindor in one night.
Both Weasley scored 50 points, Granger scored 100 points, and Potter even scored 150 points.
Snape didn't find it difficult at all, with a mere 630 points.
"Finnegan, why is your crucible so dirty?"
Seamus was so intimidated by his chilling gaze that he couldn't lift his head. "Professor, I cleaned it promptly."
"Is that so?" Snape strode over and inspected the Little Lions' cauldrons one by one.
As expected, only two of them were clean and looked brand new.
With a sinister yet slightly smug smile, Gryffindor lost a full 100 points.
The Little Lions were all angry but dared not speak out, including Vincent, who was seething with frustration underneath.
It's certain that nothing will be left behind, and even bottles and jars won't be spared.
The operation codenamed "Three Alls" had already entered his mind.
Snape met those malevolent blue eyes with a knowing look.
His intuition told him that something big was about to happen.
Draco, on the other side of the aisle, was also in a good mood.
He was always exceptionally happy whenever Gryffindor was in trouble.
If a few people are unlucky, he will definitely burst out laughing.
Unfortunately, on Saturday, he—or rather, the Malfoy family—was going to be in trouble.