Among the Wizarding World's twenty-eight Pure-blood families, the reason the Malfoy Family had remained prosperous for so long was that they were all very good at choosing the right moment.
The moment You-Know-Who rose to power, they eagerly rushed to join him.
When he was about to fall, they immediately switched sides.
Over a mere wizard's duel, Draco did not need to humiliate himself to this extent.
Vincent rolled his eyes. "Then if you don't show up, you can just say someone there told the teacher, right?
Honestly, I'm not impulsive by nature."
Only after he put it that way did the Little Lions realize Malfoy's sinister intentions.
It would be fine if they were not caught and did not lose points, but if points were deducted, could Vincent still get by in Gryffindor?
He was not the Chosen One, just a somewhat well-known newcomer to the Wizarding World.
"Despicable!"
"Filthy, absolutely filthy!"
The torrent of curses thoroughly frightened Draco.
His steps turned unsteady as he flushed red and kicked his two lackeys.
Only then did Crabbe and Goyle shove aside the Little Lions gathered nearby.
"Saturday night. You pick the place!"
"Fine, I'll tell Filch!"
Vincent's slightly lazy gaze met the eyes brimming with resentment.
"Hmph, let's go." Draco swaggered away.
Though his scheme had failed, none of the Little Snakes said anything to him.
Several upperclassmen even pointed toward Gryffindor and whispered among themselves.
Vincent gained a deeper understanding of the Malfoy Family's influence.
Just how extensive could the foundations of a Pure-blood Wizard family be?
He glanced at Ron, whose school robes were at least third-hand, then looked over at Neville beside him, who was trying to recall where he had gone last night.
Something about this felt off!
Blondie's innate air of superiority clearly came from