The second day's lunch break.
All members of the Black Swan Club have arrived.
As soon as Pucey, who was in a wheelchair, was pushed in, he saw Higgs with an innocent-looking face.
If this person hadn't cast the Shield Charm yesterday, his back wouldn't be injured like this.
Higgs is quite innocent.
If they hadn't stopped him, he would be the one in the wheelchair now.
"Hmph!" Pucey snorted and pushed himself inside.
The injuries of the boys inside were more serious than the injuries of the boys inside.
Draco's hand was less swollen, but it was still a size larger than usual.
Marcus wasn't crying or sniffling, but his dark reddish-black eyes proved that he hadn't slept well last night.
Besides the red marks on Blaise Zabini face, there was also a faint green tinge.
Crabbe and Goyle, who were standing, were in the worst shape. Their faces were slightly swollen, and their skin had a faint green glow.
As survivors, Pansy and Daphne finally understood why Draco couldn't handle Vincent.
His methods were flawless, and each action took extremely little time.
Moreover, last night, their own Dean was on patrol and caught Blaise Zabini red-handed as he was heading to the Gryffindor dorms to cause trouble.
Marcus took a sip of hot tea and rinsed his mouth. "It's not surprising that Wayne knows the Disillusionment Charm, the problem is those strange little spheres."
It can stain, cause pustules, and has the terrible effect of causing swelling upon touch.
Draco's eyes began to glaze over when this was mentioned.
He has experienced all of these things.
It started as a raw, unprocessed Dungbombs;
Then I sprayed on perfume that causes boils;
Next up is the pungent soap that smokes when it comes into contact with water;
Finally, there's a powder that's so difficult to remove even if you rub your skin until it breaks.
Now, not only have all the features been upgraded, but they've also added smoke and dust that can swell up like pig's trotters.
"Those prank props aren't the point."
Draco propped his chin on his hoof. "Even Professor Snape couldn't catch Wayne red-handed. This guy is more elusive than a ghost."
Blaise Zabini's knife is incredibly stupid; it's practically made of paper.
"Ha—a ghost?" Pansy sneered. "Bloody Baron can freely enter and leave the girls' dormitory. Can he do that?"
Vincent possessed gentlemanly manners is debatable, but there were certainly places he couldn't enter or leave.
"You mean..." Daphne looked very surprised.
If a guy can't handle it, what about a girl?
According to a notoriously unreliable newspaper, the Wayne family has been traditional, Britain gentlemen for generations.
Pansy let out an incredibly ferocious laugh, "We need to change our target, to the weakest and most incompetent one."
"Longbottom!" Blaise Zabini grinned maliciously.
How should a girl who bullies Little Lions get revenge?
"Hehehehe—" These two laughed like Old Bat.
Draco's gloomy expression vanished. "Longbottom is Wayne's roommate, and this is just the beginning."
The Black Swan Club was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
The Owl Court, on the other hand, is much happier.
According to some rumors, the students who asked for leave in the morning were all seriously injured.
"Qiu, are you really not interested in Wayne?" Marietta's big eyes were fixed on the figure sweating on the ring.
"We're just ordinary friends." Qiu's eyes never left the book "Introduction to Piano" in her hands.
"Then I'll just forget about it."
Harry at the next table breathed a sigh of relief once again.
"What's gotten into you lately?" Ron asked, throwing out a Sorting Hat. "Interested in musical instruments?"
"Ah—yes." Harry hurriedly flipped over one of his cards.
"It's Dumbledore again!" Ron admitted defeat outright.
He shouldn't have used the Sorting Hat, that god-tier card that forces you to flip cards; otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten so frustrated in this game.
"Harry, your luck is almost as good as Vincent's."
The Founders of Gwent had such incredible luck that no one dared to challenge him.
If you draw two fewer Little Field Mouse cards, you won't have to fight the sandbag alone in the arena.
"Ron, shall we continue?"
"I've decided to change my opponent."
Ron turned to Neville, who was watching the twins play cards, and said, "Hey, wanna play a Gwent?"
"OK."
Neville's luck with cards has always been terrible, so bad that even when he wins, he doesn't feel any joy in victory.
Harry, with nothing to do, wandered around the Club Room.
Qiu was too shy to strike up a conversation;
Fighting Vincent is too boring;
I'm not really interested in playing cards with others.
After much deliberation, he finally decided to go find Hermione.
Of all the girls in the entire college, she was the one who was closest to her.
"Music theory?" Hermione exclaimed in astonishment. "Do you really think I'm omnipotent?"
"They all call you Miss Know-It-All." Harry scratched his cheek a little awkwardly. "My primary school was terrible; even the teachers were often late."
"Okay, I only know a little bit." Hermione tore a blank page from her notebook, which was almost full of notes.
"These are phonetic symbols, these are musical staffs..." she explained as she drew.
Harry was trying to memorize the tadpoles.
Vincent jumped off the ring and took a sip of warm water from the table next to him.
More students are coming to the Club Room now, and each one can find something that interests them.
Needless to say, the card players are a no-no for feeding the girls; they're either gossiping or Gu Gu with their pets.
Of course, there are also many who love learning, such as Hermione and Harry.
Wait, Harry?
Vincent turned his gaze back to Vincent.
Oh, so you're studying music.
He looked towards Qiu's direction.
As someone who has been through it, he can understand this kind of shyness.
"What are you looking at?" Cedric, who had just finished class, put his hand on his shoulder.
"Watching a young boy who is too shy to confess his feelings."
Cedric followed the gaze and saw Hermione diligently teaching and Harry humbly learning.
"Don't tell me it's—well, I misunderstood them."
Vincent then stopped staring at him and asked, "What brings you here, my rare guest?"
"I heard about what happened last night."
"Fred and George?"
"Yes." Cedric cautiously leaned forward. "Although I shouldn't get involved, you can ask me and Rolf for anything you need."
"Real?"
"Real."
The Black Swan Club is for the elite, while the Owl Court is quite friendly.
"Gu Gu is a little lonely, I'm planning to—"
"Stop, I'm going back now."
Small animals generally attract girls, and girls can definitely attract boys.
But not everyone in Hogwarts Castle has Rolf's talent for "passing by".
If Cedric's trip to the Forbidden Forest goes unpunished, he'll likely be slapped with a lot of accusations.
Aren't you worried about getting points deducted?
"We already have 1000 points."
"Snape will not give up."
"He probably hasn't been in the mood for that lately."
The fact that the Old Bat has his eye on Vincent is certainly a welcome development.
Cedric pouted, "You might as well put out a few Muggle fashion magazines."
"Oh yeah!" Vincent glanced at Hermione. "You really know girls, you pretty boy."
"Don't call me that name!" He immediately glared at Fred and George, who had named me.
These two troublemakers gave everyone a nickname.
Cedric, the cream-faced young man
Hermione, the Miss Know-It-All
Little Cutie Expert Rolf
Mr. Lucky Vincent.
In a sense, these nicknames are quite reasonable.