This Year's Opening Day Was Anything but Peaceful

There are ten days left until the start of the school term.

The top students finished their homework early, and even reviewed the material for the next semester.

As a top student in the eyes of his classmates and an excellent student in the eyes of his professors, Vincent, like the underachievers, forgot about homework.

August 30th.

"Shit! I completely forgot to do my homework!"

A mournful cry emanated from 139 Oxford Street.

During this time, he was so focused on practicing Nonverbal spells and Wandless Magic that he didn't even open his second-grade textbook.

The homework at Hogwarts has three main characteristics: a lot, a huge amount, and an overwhelming amount.

The assignments professors love to assign the most are papers.

McGonagall and Flitwick were fine; they only asked me to write down some insights on Transfiguration and spells.

Professor Binns was even more impressive; he directly demanded a three-foot-long paper titled "Medieval Europe Wizarding Conference."

Converted to units he was familiar with from his previous life, that's nearly a meter in length.

Write the characters bigger, one meter per character?

The burden of reputation...

If Professor Binns is the devil, then Snape is the "good" devil.

It's only a dozen inches long, but it's been reduced to a third of its original size.

But he was not only a Potions Class professor, but also Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Vincent dipped his quill in ink and wrote a large Magical Runes on the parchment.

If anyone dares not give him an "O", he'll bring his buddies and break into the office overnight!

Such a blatant threat would surely terrify Snape.

After finishing my thesis on the History of Magic, the last day of my vacation was over.

However, in the vast British Isles, countless underachievers are still diligently studying.

The most tormented were Harry and Ron in the Burrow.

Their hands were numb from writing, and they hadn't even finished a third of the task.

Fred and George each wrote a book, and when they finished, they handed it to each other to copy.

After all, they are twins, so it's not surprising that the content is identical.

"I hate History of Magic class!"

"And Potions Class too!"

"Binns! Snape!"

Amidst the relentless tirade of countless students throughout the night, the sun quietly rose.

9 o'clock.

The Wayne family is having breakfast.

Vincent was in good spirits and even ate two extra slices of toast.

"Gu Gu!"

Yes, he ate Gu Gu's portion.

"Mean."

"Gu Gu!"

After a breakfast filled with laughter, they all got into a silver vintage car that had been modified inside.

The added rear seat space isn't huge, but it's still much more spacious than before.

"Keep that AW," Eric instructed Vincent as he drove. "We have everything we need at home. If you need anything, remember to write back."

"The Lockhart are a bit annoying, but they don't seem like bad people."

"You can know a person's face but not their heart. Who knows how crazy he would be for fame?"

Vincent stopped rubbing Gu Gu's hands vigorously. "Could this be the true face of the curse?"

Is there any way to be 100% certain that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor won't be able to continue until next year?

Is there a problem with the person we brought back?

Please bring back the person with the problem?

No matter what kind of curse it is, you need to know the conditions to break it.

When he arrived at King's Cross Station, he thought that given Voldemort's extremely cunning nature, he would probably come up with even more outrageous conditions.

This problem, which had troubled Dumbledore for decades, was one that he didn't think he could solve easily.

Platforms 9 and 10 were already crowded with people.

Harry and Ron both had huge dark circles under their eyes;

Fred and George were having a secretive chat with Lee;

Cedric stood discreetly in the corner with his parents;

Hermione and Rolf chose more discreet positions.

When the Wayne family arrived, they were face to face with the Malfoy family.

Lucius remained as noble and elegant as ever.

They walked away quickly, as if the people opposite them didn't exist.

"Are they scared?"

"Obviously not."

Eric clicked his tongue. "That makes sense. After all, bad guys know how to assess the situation."

"They even think we're bad guys." Vincent held a suitcase in his left hand and a heavy Gu Gu of Gugu in his right.

"Dare to come and fight, this time I won't discriminate based on school uniforms."

Evelyn sighed helplessly, "Remember to be careful not to push people to their door demanding justice."

"Those men still have some sense of shame." He raised the Gu Gu and waved to his parents. "I won't bring trouble home."

It was the same train, and the same compartment.

Not long after they sat down, the twins opened the door with smiles on their faces.

"We just finalized a big deal with Li."

Vincent pulled out a packet of dried fish. "Professor McGonagall will kill him."

"Who cares if he lives or dies."

George's large eyes shone with a light like Gold Galleons.

"If he dares to take on the Quidditch Match advertising this year, we can make a fortune from the Gwent tournament."

When Vincent thought of this, he was reminded of Rita.

Thanks to the students' unwitting promotion during the holidays, adults in the Wizarding World have become interested in Gwent.

Little Beetle wanted an interview a few days ago, but unfortunately he was unavailable at the time.

The reason she had this idea was because a mysterious force had recently emerged and bought several prime locations in Diagon Alley.

Most importantly, it's the job postings they display.

Are you recruiting a large number of students who have obtained NEWT Transfiguration certificates?

Vincent is now certain that this mysterious force is strange.

And there's a high chance they're after him and Gwent.

"It's probably the Black Chicken Club's doing!" Fred said angrily, hands on his hips.

"Their family was ripped off by Fudge, and we just happen to sell Gwent on campus."

"Tsk tsk—a despicable imitation." George, sitting opposite, rested his chin on his hand. "I knew they were shameless, but I never imagined they would be this shameless."

Vincent gave up after failing to provoke Gu Gu, saying, "Gwent may seem simple, but balancing the strength of each card is not easy."

Creating something similar from scratch would take at least six months.

The first thing he decided to do upon returning to the castle was to send Gu Gu across the entire Atlantic Ocean to summon Viktor from an island nation in the Pacific Ocean to open a shop.

Those Pure-blood men will be left watching helplessly, having wasted the shop space and initial R&D funds.

"Are you using this method again?" Hermione had just come in when she saw Vincent using cookies to tease Gu Gu.

"It has become smarter."

"Owls in the Wizarding World have a high average IQ."

She paused, then added, "He's at least taller than those two Big Dummy next to Malfoy."

"Did they offend you?" Vincent stood up and stretched his arms.

"I'm not someone to be trifled with!" Hermione raised her little fist. "They were just making fun of Ginny, and they ran away as soon as they saw me."

"Let's go, let's get him!" Fred and George crawled out of the cubicle.

"Hey, stop—"

Vincent rolled his eyes at Hermione. "I strongly suspect you're trying to instigate us, but I have no proof."

Hermione ignored him and glared back with even bigger, rounder white eyes.