Percy was in a terrible mood after losing nine games in a row.
"It's curfew! Everyone, get back to your dormitories!"
At the prefect's command, the students filed out of the common room.
"Boring~" George ran off before his dear older brother could blow up.
Percy shook his head and gathered up the cards on the table.
The arrival of Gwent had undoubtedly opened the young wizards' eyes.
It could attract members while also covering the club's operating expenses.
Looking further ahead, if the Owl Court kept running, the network of connections it would build in the future would undoubtedly be terrifying.
"I never expected Wayne's ambitions to run this deep..."
Percy flicked his wand and extinguished the candles in the common room.
It was first-year Potions Class.
Harry and Ron were whispering to each other.
"The five major factions... I think the magical government should be next."
"I just hope Fudge doesn't become a leader card."
"Why? Isn't he the Minister for Magic?"
"Have you ever seen a minister give himself an award?"
Harry was instantly speechless.
"It'd be awesome if the Blood Pact and the Death Eaters were added." Ron glanced at Draco, who was sitting there like a well-behaved child.
If Vincent dared to release it, Ron would work himself to the bone for an Old Malfoy card.
"Blood Pact? What's that?"
"The faction of the first Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald."
The two of them were getting more and more carried away, completely unaware of the large dark shadow behind them.
Snape suddenly raised both hands and rolled up his sleeves.
He looked at his two massive palms, then shifted his gaze to the two little heads in front of him.
"Ahem—" Hermione beside them tried to warn them.
"How did you—" Ron did not