There's no rumor the twins don't know about Hogwarts.
After Vincent was "confessed to," Percy became the student with the most "unique" taste in the entire school.
"Fred, George— "
We will miss you.
Cedric was observing a moment of silence in the Owl Court Club Room, turned around as if sensing something.
Two identical big faces, two pairs of big eyes that reveal a smile.
"No, no—I was just joking—"
Rolf turned his face away, unable to bear looking at him.
It's too cruel, too inhumane.
Cedric, his clothes all wrinkled, crawled to the vicinity of the ring.
He shakily stretched out a hand, "President Wayne, the Minister of Publicity is going to kill someone!"
Vincent, who was sparring with Harry, ignored him.
"Help--"
Fred and George each dragged him by one leg to a small corner.
The desperate, mournful cries that erupted from the carnage made Draco, who was passing by, frown.
After more than a month, the Black Swan Club has finally completed its renovation.
Tomorrow will be the auspicious day for reopening.
"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath, then led his two henchmen back.
Hermione appeared remarkably composed as she brushed past him.
In two months it will be the end of the school year, and there will also be a ceremony to award the Order of Merlin during the holidays.
All six members received a share, and they were all at level two.
This was the result of Vincent's hard work, and it was also the result that Dumbledore most wanted to see.
Draco and his team tried, but Fudge wasn't a complete fool and directly rejected the hot Gold Galleons.
Preventing them from serving as youth representatives for Wizengamot was the last thing Lucius could do.
He also admonished his son Draco to learn what it means to follow the crowd.
Simply put, it means admitting defeat, or at least not going against the majority.
Hermione went into the Club Room, habitually ignoring a certain small corner.
She went to the edge of the ring and said, "I see Malfoy."
Vincent gestured for Harry to rest for a bit.
He picked up the towel draped over the rope. "Did I scold you?"
"He said something unlucky."
According to a newly minted Seer at Hogwarts, the more miserable Cedric's fate, the worse off the Black Swan will be.
"So you're really backing down?"
"I guess Old Malfoy warned him."
Numerous sensational versions of the story about Dumbledore being taken back for questioning have already circulated.
The most reliable one, of course, was "accidentally" revealed by one of my dad's brothers at the Ministry of Magic.
Many students are still willing to believe the inside story of political donations.
But the truth only stayed on campus, leaving the brothers disappointed for a long time.
Vincent chatted briefly with Hermione before draping the towel back over the apron rope.
"Come on, Harry!"
Harry, still slightly out of breath, exclaimed that he couldn't take it anymore.
Even though he was the one attacking, the difference in physical strength was simply too great.
"Ron?"
Ron, who had stopped chuckling, shook his head vigorously.
"I'll do it—"
Cedric had crawled out of the corner, raised one hand high.
"Who was speaking just now?" Vincent, suppressing a laugh, looked at Hermione. "They're not coming, why don't you come?"
She lowered her head, took out her wand, and waved it gently.
The dark gray pleated skirt that reached her knees transformed into a pair of well-fitting sweatpants.
With Ron looking like he'd seen a ghost, she went up and unleashed a series of multiple punches, forcing Vincent to the other side of the ring.
Then came kicks and knee strikes, leaving Harry utterly astonished.
Human energy is limited.
He excels in his studies, occasionally tutors struggling students, and is incredibly formidable in competitions.
"Ron, I suggest you try not to make her angry anymore."
"I didn't do anything to offend her, it was all her own fault—"
A small, menacing fist slammed into the stage pillar, and Ron swallowed his words with a bitter expression.
That force was clearly meant to kill.
"Rabbit punch?" Vincent leaned back to dodge another high kick. "Elephant Kick?"
Hermione ignored his teasing and instead raised her little fist.
A textbook uppercut.
Vincent turned his head slightly, then raised his leg to block her knee strike.
They are quick to react and their every move is deadly.
If it were someone else, like Ron, they would definitely get beaten up badly.
Harry comforted him with a look of sympathy, "It's okay. Malfoy has been beaten up so many times, but he still dares to come and cause trouble."
Are you encouraging me?
"Then apologize to her."
Ron suddenly hardened his face and said firmly, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
As long as you're better than her, manners and all that can go to hell.
Vincent trained with Hermione for a long time until Cedric was rescued by Percy.
He first accused Rolf of being cold-blooded and ruthless, and then denounced everyone present for aiding and abetting the evildoer.
"I will definitely write to my mother and tell her!"
Fred and George ran away again.
When Percy chased after her, he almost bumped into Cho, who had just finished class.
"I'm so sorry."
Marietta, standing next to her with her hands on her hips, said, "Vice President, this is the third time this month!"
"I promise there won't be a next time."
"You've promised three times already!"
Qiu quickly pulled her back, "Forget it, he didn't do it on purpose."
Feeling "granted a pardon," Percy continued his pursuit with murderous intent.
"Seriously, why are boys like this every day..."
Marietta sat down in the Club Room, still complaining.
"I think it's great, it's very energetic."
As soon as Qiu finished speaking, she narrowed her eyes.
"Do you want to be Penelope's rival?"
"I don't."
"That's true, Percy's orientation is too strange."
Helpless, Qiu shook her head and chose to keep quiet.
She listened absentmindedly to her best friend's complaints, her eyes wandering around the Club Room.
Vincent is sparring with Rolf in the ring.
Cedric below kept shouting slogans like upholding justice and eradicating all evil forces.
Ron was speaking to Hermione in a humble manner, and judging from Harry's anxious expression, it was almost an apology.
Something interesting must have happened before they arrived.
"Autumn, are you going to the picnic on Saturday?"
"Um."
"You really want to go? I certainly wouldn't dare."
"Um."
Marietta, sensing something was wrong, looked over and found that she was staring at a student below the ring.
Hufflepuff's, apparently Quidditch Chaser.
He was handsome and his slogans were delivered with great energy.
Marietta was relieved.
Cedric looks at least as decent as the redhead.
"Vincent, quickly tell Rolf what cruelty is!"
Her face twitched slightly, and she subconsciously looked at Qiu.
He's laughing, that's it.
As her best friend, she felt it was necessary to give her a reminder.
"Qiu, he doesn't look like a good person."
"Um."
This is completely over.