Curiosity is interest in the unknown.
Gossip, on the other hand, involves prying into other people's private affairs.
It's not a big deal if the former is exposed, but the latter will feel ashamed if exposed.
Based on their reactions, Vincent roughly knew that they thought he and Rita really had something going on.
Even life-or-death friendships are useless; when it's time to question, there's no blind choice to believe.
He felt particularly gratified and almost believed the excuse he used to comfort himself.
What's wrong with this weird little beetle?
How can you so blatantly betray your partners!
Rita, who was writing her article at home, suddenly sneezed several times.
She probably knew who was "missing" her, but there really was no other way.
She's a professional and well-mannered journalist; having received Gold Galleons from someone Cleansweep the company, she had no choice but to praise Vincent to the skies.
Even if there is a risk of exposure, the matter has already been settled, and at worst, we can just randomly black out the site in a few days.
"Achoo—" This big sneeze ruined the manuscript she had worked so hard to write.
The damp paper was rolled into a ball and thrown onto the trash can piled high with crumpled paper.
Rita hurriedly wrote a new title:
The rising star of the Wizarding World dared to do such a thing!
With the flavor right, the next step is the content.
She wrote at length for a long time, only stopping when dawn was breaking, completely satisfied.
With so many flaws, I believe no one will doubt anything anymore.
The Slytherin table.
"Shit! Merlin has appeared!"
Draco was so shocked his jaw almost dropped.
Blaise Zabini squeezed through and glanced at the Daily Prophet in his hand.
"Vincent Wayne inherited his father's Troll physique; with a flick of his finger, he could send several students to the Hospital Wing..."
Looking at Draco's ecstatic face, he couldn't help but wonder if his good friend had been beaten up too much, making him a little mentally unstable.
"Look down, my friend."
Marcus, initially skeptical, grew increasingly excited, as if he had received Order of Merlin.
"Poor young master" refers to Draco, and "tragic rich young master" refers to him.
The two did not succumb to school violence and continued to resist the domineering Vincent.
They are true lone heroes! They are the hope of all Hogwarts!
The villains will fall, they must fall!
Overflowing with confidence, the two strode arrogantly toward the Gryffindor table.
Vincent calmly read the newspaper and ate his oatmeal.
Rita was self-aware enough to manage to create a whole page of negative comments in just one night.
Dumbledore was portrayed as the son of Muggle hater when he was in school, but after graduation he still became the face of the Britain Wizarding World.
He's just a notorious school bully, but he already has the reputation of being the only son of a top Europe arms dealer, so it would be better if he had something even more terrifying.
"Pfft—" He almost spat out the oatmeal in his mouth.
It wasn't because of the two people who came in front of him, but because Rita was the second point that he was targeting.
—Defense Against the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor assassin
As everyone knows, this strange course has always been strange.
And since Vincent enrolled, the curse seems to have become even more powerful.
Quirrell came to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, but he had been bullied by Quirrell before he even set out.
According to an insider, the professor who later took over the classes was completely manipulated by him.
Not only did the quality of his teaching decline, but he also became increasingly gloomy.
Lockhart is even more pitiful this year; he's been completely worn down and can't even concentrate in class.
"Wayne, are you that funny?!" Draco angrily lowered his hands, which were covering his face.
If I hadn't reacted quickly, that mouthful of oatmeal porridge would probably have been mushy.
Vincent picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. "It's funny, this is clearly fake news."
"Nonsense!" Blaise Zabini grinned widely. "You're a complete and utter violent maniac!"
"Thank you." Vincent waved at him. "Poor rich young master, please don't disturb my enjoyment of breakfast."
Draco sneered, "Your true colors have been exposed. Let's see who dares to buy your lousy Gwent now."
"No need to trouble yourself, poor young master." Vincent continued drinking his oatmeal.
Based on his understanding of Rita, this unscrupulous reporter will probably launch a whitewashing campaign tomorrow.
Then it gets black again, and then you wash it again.
If this goes on for ten or eight days, the two of them will be able to completely sever ties.
"Let's see how long you can stay calm!" Draco turned his back and glared at him sideways. "Wayne, I advise you to tone it down."
Vincent waved his hand impatiently.
"Snort!"
Once they were out of sight, Neville, who had been hunching over, finally raised his head.
"That reporter swore on his career yesterday, so why is he spreading rumors and slandering you today?"
"Who knows, they probably got paid for it."
He looked toward the cheerful Slytherin table.
The wealthy gentlemen are all over there, so it's perfectly normal for them to spend money to smear him.
Not only him, but in the eyes of many students, Vincent was not at all like what the newspapers described.
If these things were true, would Draco and Blaise Zabini have dared to come over just now? And would Snape have dared to make sarcastic remarks earlier?
It's obviously fake, yet they're so smug about it.
"I'm finished eating." Vincent folded his napkin and stood up.
"Oh." Neville nodded. "Where are you going? It's Sunday."
"Let's go visit the Black Swan Club."
Hermione, who was not far away, pricked up her ears.
"Are you going to retaliate in kind?"
Vincent turned around and gave Neville a thumbs up. "That's right, I'm going to take some of their things."
Neville stared blankly as he walked away.
"What do you think he's going to take with him?"
James moved the comic book that was covering his face away. "Of course, we should take them all away and put the Owl Court at the top of Hogwarts!"
Alfred glanced at the comic book cover.
There are no sexy older sisters, just a group of roguish and delinquent teenagers.
"What is this about?"
James mysteriously turned the comic book over. "A kind-hearted transfer student falls in love with a girl at first sight and is determined to protect her in the chaotic school."
Did he succeed?
"We just finished fighting a villain with a knife. I'm afraid we won't see the ending even by the time we graduate."
Alfred was uninterested. "No fun. Given Old Wen's personality, he could probably even stand at the top of the Wizarding World."
"That's true." James went back to reading his comics.
Hermione's expression was very strange.
Given Vincent's personality, he certainly wouldn't visit the Black Swan without a reason.
What he takes away must be of paramount importance.
"Daphne Greengrass!"
All three of them stared at her blankly.
"I mean he's taking her away!"
"Where to take it?"
"The Owl Court!"