News of Vincent defeating fifty-seven challengers in a single afternoon did not stop at Hogwarts Castle. The boys from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were also itching for a fight when they heard about it.
At nine that night,
Pheobe sat in the carriage, watching the boys discuss tactics, and could not help feeling fortunate.
If she had invited someone else, how could they possibly have handled such a grand spectacle?
Either dirty tricks or a group beating—when had they ever known such tricks before?
It was probably because Beauxbatons' rules were too strict, leaving them with pent-up emotions and no outlet.
Pheobe listened for a while before returning to her room to rest.
Their little schemes were far too immature, like children doing something bad for the first time.
If it were her, she would first pretend to fall, then give Vincent a hard blow when he was not paying attention.
At that thought, Pheobe's small hand resting on the doorknob suddenly stopped.
After spending so long around certain people, she had accidentally picked up some bad habits.
She shook her head dismissively and pushed open the door to her room.
Beauxbatons' school carriage was not only gorgeous on the outside; the rooms inside were also beautifully furnished.
She walked to the platinum-colored wardrobe and pulled out a set of pink velvet pajamas.
After taking a quick shower, Gabrielle returned to the room as well.
"Big Sister, guess what I saw when I came back from the castle just now?"
Pheobe shook her head.
Ever since she had successfully invited Vincent, she had not lingered in the castle except for meals over the past few days.
Gabrielle looked a little excited. "I saw Viktor Krum leading the Durmstrang boys into the castle looking all fierce."
"What?" Pheobe's little mouth fell open