Hermione lifted her Invisibility Cloak and placed Cedric's stick aside.
George's Dungbombs are too disgusting, and she doesn't plan to use them.
She reached her little hand into Vincent's small cloth bag and touched something cold.
It is not a Browning, but a tactical dagger named Lucy.
"..." She put it back, somewhat speechless.
The second item is a small sphere with a slightly uneven surface.
Perhaps because it was rushed to completion, it's quite different from the ones we usually use.
Thinking about all the materials she bought that afternoon, she felt it would be very inappropriate to add such things to a girl.
Her little hand reached inside again.
This time it's a bottle filled with green liquid.
The next six are all different colors.
As for dyes, I don't have much of a resistance to them.
She thought carefully for nearly half a minute before taking out all the items from the small cloth bag one by one.
Revenge, of course, involves all sorts of things.
Whip, candle, handcuffs
Scissors, steel nails, and thick hemp rope.
Hermione quickly stuffed them all back in.
Regardless of any other thoughts, her young mind was deeply shocked.
Half a minute later, her little hands trembled as she picked up the seven small bottles.
Vincent was quite well-prepared; he even brought Dragonhide Gloves with extremely high protective capabilities.
It's a bit big, though; you can tell at a glance that it's one he often uses.
The effect of her wearing it was barely enough to not hinder her activities.
I used more than half a bottle of each of the following colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.
If it weren't for this perfect rainbow face, I probably would have only used half a bottle.
Having won over Pansy, next up is Daphne.
The eldest daughter of the Greengrass Family looks quite pleasing to the eye when she's asleep.
But once she wakes up, her pretty face looks like everyone owes her money.
Hermione wanted her to smile more, so she drew an exaggerated red arc from her lips to both cheeks.
Given that her skin is fair and delicate enough, all she needs to do is dye her hair green...
This little hand, full of "guilt," eventually stuffed the dye back into the small cloth bag.
Can she be easily assimilated?
Absolutely not!
The atmosphere in the boys' dormitory was much more relaxed and pleasant.
During the last late-night visit, the doors to the rooms of several high-ranking Black Swan executives were indeed difficult to open.
There are many magical traps, but they are all the same few types.
"Dude, remember to act immediately."
"Okay, I'll keep an eye on it."
Only then did the twins dare to release the unlocking spell from a distance.
A vertical row of poisoned arrows shot out from beside Blaise Zabini's door.
Unfortunately, they were all blocked by Vincent's Shield Charm.
"So fast?" Rolf clicked his tongue. "No wonder you could use a physical Disarming Spell."
"Everyone told you to exercise more." Cedric lifted his shirt. "This is the result of my two months of work."
Although his arm muscles weren't particularly noticeable, they felt quite firm to the touch.
Rolf squeezed it several times as if he were addicted. "It's just the right firmness, it should be quite comfortable to use as a pillow."
"G—" Cedric quickly lowered his voice, "Get lost, this is my future girlfriend's special pillow."
"A future girlfriend?" George released his grip on the doorknob and leaned closer. "Which lucky girl is it?"
I won't tell you.
Fred, grinning mischievously, joined in. "Oh my, our pretty boy has quite a few secrets hidden in his heart~"
Cedric pushed aside the two large faces. "Like Vincent, I haven't met a girl I'm attracted to."
I don't believe it!
Rolf shook his head in agreement. "Cedric, you should be brave like Percy, then you can have that silly face of someone in love."
"Speak properly, or I'll cut ties with you."
The others then stopped teasing him.
Vincent remained silent throughout, shrugged, indicating that he had absolutely no interest in the topic.
"That's true, after all, you're only 11 years old."
Vincent felt offended. "What's wrong with being 11?"
Did you know that Muggle school kids are now kissing?
The four people were clearly frightened, their mouths agape in shock.
Have you tried it?
"No." Vincent raised his proud little face.
Of course, there was a past life.
"Cut--"
He calmly accepted the four disdainful looks, "It's already one in the morning, and it'll be dawn soon if we don't hurry."
"Isn't tomorrow Saturday?"
"Okay," he shrugged. "Anyway, I don't have to participate in Wood's training, so going slower is fine."
"Ahem—" Fred said seriously, placing his hand on the doorknob. "I'm hungry. Let's hurry up and get something to eat for a midnight snack."
Vincent walked inside with a smirk on his face.
Blaise Zabini, a Wizarding World tycoon who inherited six estates, had a bedroom that was only slightly less luxurious than that of the Malfoy, the first Pure-blood wizarding family.
However, it is far ahead in terms of brightness.
The chandelier reflects faint, dappled colors;
Wallpaper with Winky, satin-like texture;
Exquisite and luxurious marble flooring;
A large bed inlaid with rare gemstones.
Those in the know understand this as ostentatious; those who don't might mistake it for the room of the richest man in the Wizarding World.
The twins stared wide-eyed.
The moment their large hands touched the edge of the bed, I felt an urge to pack them all up and take them home.
Cedric, touching the wallpaper, looked completely absorbed.
It must be able to balance both appearance and performance; you probably wouldn't be able to get one for less than a thousand Galleon.
Fred stared at the chandelier as if he were counting how many jewels it contained.
Only the worldly-wise Rolf Vincent remained calm.
It is well known that all Magizoologist are secretly wealthy.
Hagrid could probably pay for the manufacturing fees of hundreds of Gwent by just taking a quick trip through the Forbidden Forest.
The Gold Galleons Scamander family can easily exchange Galleons for two or three large chests.
Vincent also stemmed from family reasons.
The goods hanging everywhere in Wayne's house are far more impressive than what's here.
We've looked and touched it all; now it's time to get down to business.
For this super-rich man, the twins specially prepared a very eye-catching gold color.
With just a light spray, Blaise Zabini will definitely become the most dazzling presence in all of Hogwarts.
By the time they arrived at Draco's dormitory, it was already 1:30 a. m.
"Hmm—quite a few traps." Rolf drew his wand and carefully aimed it at the doorknob.
"Finite Incantatem— "
This spell can reduce the magical power within a certain space.
However, magical items are different.
And this door handle, which looks quite sophisticated, definitely belongs to this category.
"Malfoy's gotten smarter," Vincent said with a regretful look. "Now that the doorknobs are sorted out, there'll probably still be some work to be done on the floor or door frames."
"It's alright," Fred said proudly. "This indirectly proves our strength."
Cedric chuckled, "Shall we get the other dorm rooms sorted out first?"
"Where's Malfoy?" Rolf put away his wand. "Should we let him go?"
"Of course not." Vincent took out a few small brass ornaments from his pocket. "He will definitely thank us for locking the door."
The five men exchanged glances and then burst into mischievous grins.
If you apply the Finite Incantatem Locks to the extra locks, then the only way left is to break them by brute force.
Poor Malfoy, this incident will probably become known throughout the entire boys' dormitory.