There would obviously be plenty of such good things to go around.
But each of the Black Swans insisted on having a tent of their own.
Vincent felt that they were asking for a beating.
So, after setting up his own tent, he immediately went over to Draco.
Before he could say a word, a tent worth 200 Gold Galleons was tossed at him.
"Wayne, hurry up and thank me for my generosity!"
"Huh?" Vincent was a little confused.
Draco lifted his proud little head and aimed his nostrils precisely at him. "Do you have no manners? I kindly lent you a tent, and you cannot even say thank you?"
Vincent craned his neck back and looked at the twins in the distance, utterly bewildered.
If he accepted it, all kinds of flashy rumors would definitely spread.
But if he did not, he would be wasting the other boy's "kindness."
"Malfoy, could you show a little sincerity? Does lending one tent even count as lending?"
As if he had expected this, Draco tossed over another two tents.
"This is sincerity?" Vincent snorted. "Look at Zabini. He handed over sixty tents in one go!"
Too few?
Then he gave him another three.
Vincent hugged the six tents with satisfaction. "Thank you for your generosity."
Draco held his nostrils high, overwhelmed by a tremendous sense of accomplishment.
Just as he was about to boast a little, he saw Vincent point his wand at the tents' emblem.
The Black Swan was replaced by a round owl.
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Vincent smiled broadly as he walked over to McGonagall, who was arranging the oversized Gwent cards.
"Professor, you have worked so hard. How could you possibly stay in tents like ours?"
"Thank you, Vincent." She smiled and accepted the six tents.
Draco, who had secretly followed