Pansy Parkinson, an ardent believer in blood supremacy, could not understand. "Childish or not, as long as it works."
Draco pouted toward the Gryffindor table. "Look, Buckteeth is gone."
Hermione, who had been telling Lavender about her training plan, had somehow gained a quality she had lacked before.
"You helped her find confidence." His pupils focused on Vincent again.
This heavyweight opponent was not someone they could deal with yet.
As for the few beside him...
"Heh, they're still just as ugly." Pansy's tone dripped with sarcasm.
"Be more generous." Draco looked at her face. "That damn club can't compare to ours."
His club had already secured an activity room.
It was on the fifth floor.
A few days later.
Harry and Ron were about to play a couple rounds of Gwent during lunch break when they discovered that another classroom opposite their activity room was undergoing major renovations.
"It's Malfoy!" Sharp-eyed Ron recognized that little blond mop at once.
After comparing the two, Harry found that the place opposite was not only larger, but its basic decorative layout was far more luxurious.
A crystal chandelier that took up nearly the entire ceiling;
Silk-like walls interwoven with silver and antique bronze;
Large slabs of luxurious marble flooring;
All kinds of lavish, extravagant ornaments for decoration.
The first impression it gave was one of inexplicable high-end grandeur.
"I'm suddenly a little jealous."
"Uh—there's nothing special about it."
Harry turned around. "We have dueling and Gwent. What can Malfoy possibly bring out?"
"You're right." Only then did Ron stop feeling sour.
No matter how exquisite a wine bottle looked, it was still only a wine bottle.
If it fell, it would still shatter all over the floor.
Yet when the two entered the Owl Court Club activity room, they did