As a Gryffindor student, Vincent surprisingly integrated perfectly into Slytherin.
Whether it's the intriguing expression on his face or his languid body movements, he looks more like a villain than the others at the same table.
Draco was furious, but he didn't blow it up.
"You've already torn down my door, Wayne."
"So what?"
"We're even."
Vincent's smile widened. "I didn't even say I wanted revenge."
I just wanted to see your Plan B.
Blaise Zabini glanced behind him.
If it takes nearly twenty people to handle it, how much more would it take to handle all of this?
"Plan B, of course." He tossed a small cloth bag onto the table dismissively. "If you think it's not enough, just name your price."
Not only Draco frowned, but Daphne did too.
This method, which is not very harmful but extremely insulting, is truly childish.
If Gold Galleons were useful, they wouldn't be sitting here.
Vincent placed his right hand on the table, not even glancing at the small bag. "The price for attacking a nominee for the Order of Merlin is beyond your imagination."
"Who attacked you?" Blaise Zabini asked calmly. "Wayne, where's the evidence?"
Their methods were despicable, and they denied everything afterwards.
He lacked Draco's magnanimity and was even more spoiled.
"No." Vincent tapped his fingertips lightly on the table. "Do you think I need these?"
If it doesn't escalate to a campus incident, then it's simply a personal grudge.
But those knocks also struck Draco's heart.
"Wayne, what exactly do you want?"
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."
When Harry heard those words outside, his blood seemed to boil.
Blaise Zabini swept his right hand, smashing the antique teacup in front of him onto the marble floor.
"Don't be so arrogant, Wayne!"
Vincent completely ignored him, focusing his attention on Draco.
"Remember to stay vigilant at all times and never let your guard down."
He stood up and pushed the chair back.
"Bring it on!"
Apart from Blaise Zabini's roar, the rest remained silent as if facing a formidable enemy.
Draco was careless; he hadn't anticipated that Draco would be this fierce.
Judging from the fact that he was completely unharmed, the previous prank was probably really a prank.
"Goodbye, everyone." Vincent slowly walked out, leaving them with an enigmatic back view.
"Ha, arrogance!" Blaise Zabini clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.
"Strike first, strike hard! Begin the second operation tonight!"
He seemed to be using anger to mask his inner unease.
Draco could tell, "Wayne isn't a lone wolf, and we don't have much time left."
"You mean..." Pansy looked at the Little Lions surrounding Vincent like stars around the moon with a cold smile.
"There is only one Wayne in Gryffindor."
Marcus grinned widely. "He thinks it's a personal matter, so we'll grant his wish!"
A hint of hesitation flashed across Daphne's face.
Her intuition told her that doing so would have serious consequences.
The fact that Black Swan Club was forced to resort to any means necessary is a tacit admission of Vincent excellence.
If you weren't Muggle-born, even if you were Half-blood...
She quickly shook her head, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
The Greengrass Family has only two daughters in this generation, and the younger sister, who is two years younger, was born with Blood Curse inherited from her ancestors.
This curse, which manifests only in women, causes their bodies to gradually weaken over time, and many family members throughout history have died young because of it.
The responsibility of continuing the pure lineage of the Greengrass could only fall on her, as the older sister.
"Daphne, what are you thinking about?"
Pansy gently touched her arm.
"No."
Since the future is predetermined, let's cherish the present.
Owl Court Club.
Vincent, who was treated like a hero, did not become complacent.
He knew the personalities of the group of people opposite him.
If they don't get the desired result from themselves, they will definitely choose another approach.
"Are you worried about us?" Hermione guessed.
"If it were Fred and George, they should be safe and sound."
Vincent looked toward Harry and Ron, who were hitting the sandbag.
If I remember correctly, Dumbledore will give him an Invisibility Cloak for Christmas.
With such a night-walking gadget, even Neville might dare to sneak out of the dorm.
"We have the Fat Lady as our gatekeeper, so as long as we don't go out, we have absolute security."
Slytherin claimed that the dormitory had not been opened to outsiders for nearly 700 years, and there was no such conscientious gatekeeper who would always visit in the middle of the night.
"Ah~ Isn't this the president of the Blackbird Club, Wayne, who just kicked him out?" The twins, who had just finished class, had already received the news.
In short: That was so damn satisfying!
Vincent nodded in agreement. "When you came up here, did you see Higgs and Pucey in the stairwell?"
Fred and George thought about it carefully, and then both shook their heads at the same time.
"The finishing touches went well." He briefly recounted what had just happened.
Solving their problems isn't the issue; the key is blocking them from both the upper and lower floors.
"It's so rough, it doesn't look like something Malfoy would have done."
"He's using Zabini," Vincent, also mentioning the Black Swan Club.
"Ugh~" Fred rubbed his shoulders with his hands in a funny way. "These people are really disgusting."
"Stop talking, I almost threw up my dinner yesterday~" George chimed in.
The seemingly united Slytherin are precisely the kind of people who can easily feel uncomfortable.
Hermione pursed her lips. "Why are they so obsessed with bloodlines?"
Fred explained to her, "There are no Pure-blood Wizard in the literal sense anymore..."
Whether it's Black, who claims to be forever pure, or Gaunt, who is obsessed with incestuous marriage, they both have more or less Muggle blood flowing through their veins.
Even the Four Founders of Hogwarts in the Middle Ages had difficulty proving the purity of their wizarding bloodline.
"Pure-blood supremacists—"
Vincent concluded with a disdainful look, "To put it bluntly, this is just an excuse to ensure that their own position is not shaken."
The Wizarding World still maintains a conservative and outdated class mentality.
While Muggle exist, the powerful and wealthy dare not display their true colors as openly as they do.
"This is so unfair," Hermione said, shaking her head in exasperation.
Wizards' ability to alter Muggle memories at will is less about concealing the existence of the Wizarding World and more about their fear of those incredibly powerful weapons.
She looked at Vincent, "Your family isn't very familiar with the Queen, is it?"
"What do you think?" His eye twitched slightly. "My father didn't come from the Royal Navy, and my grandfather just went to the colonies to do business."
Even if they knew the Queen, how could they possibly get their hands on a nuclear bomb?
The Prime Minister of the Britain Empire isn't stupid; even members of the royal family need parliamentary approval to grow mushrooms.
"That's true." Hermione patted her chest lightly.
If the Wayne family truly possessed such power, the Daily Prophet would have already touted them as the world's largest arms dealer.