According to incomplete statistics, they greeted Karkaroff a total of 1274 times.
All four boys lost to Hermione in both frequency and quality.
This was the first time they realized how much pressure the little witch was under; she could mutter to herself for five minutes straight without stopping.
"Have some water."
"Thank you." Hermione finished her drink in one gulp, and when she wanted to continue, she noticed that the four people were looking at her strangely.
She put down her cup in a slightly more ladylike manner, saying, "Gentlemen, I'm going to have breakfast now."
Vincent watched her retreating figure, then shrugged at the other three.
"Don't underestimate a girl's fighting power; she can be terrifying when she gets serious."
"I've learned something new."
I completely agree.
"Continue?"
"No, let's not." James opened the Daily Prophet.
"The Wizard Cards Collector's Edition will be released tomorrow, and I can't wait to see them with their tails wagging in the air."
Vincent looked toward the Slytherin table.
Black Swan wasn't there; he probably knows he's become School Board Member.
You don't know the cost of firewood and rice until you're in charge of the household.
Only after holding seven Board Seats did he realize how expensive Hogwarts was.
Leaving aside the kitchen ingredients and the salaries of formal and informal staff, the preparation for each course is already a headache enough.
Snape, in particular, almost always ordered the highest-grade rare herbs.
Let alone seventh-grade students, even Potions Master rarely use it.
Okay, let's go to the Bat Cave after we've fattened them up.
After breakfast, Vincent took out his notebook and began calculating the month's expenses.
If things go well in Germany, I could probably get around 3,000 Gold Galleons. With the recent slight increase in several countries, I could make a profit of over 10,000 Galleons a month.
He himself didn't have many expenses, and the cost for the 12 Hogwarts board members was less than 1,000 Galleon a month.
Having spare money means you're breaking even.
If Gwent had relied solely on itself, it would never have been able to develop into what it is today.
"Are you free this afternoon?" Hermione, sitting down next to him after finishing breakfast.
"Yes, I have."
"Help me practice the 'Finite Incantatem' technique."
Vincent closed the notebook. "No problem."
A thrilling Gwent tournament is underway in the Owl Court Club Room.
The strongest in Gryffindor will be decided between two brothers.
They are Ron, a second-year student skilled in business, and his older Percy, whose every move is calculated.
When Vincent and Hermione came in, they had each already won a round.
"Now is the crucial moment to decide the outcome!" Lee, holding the microphone, excitedly explained the intention behind the card Percy had just played.
"Who do you think will win?" Hermione bent down and crawled into the ring Vincent had pulled up the ropes.
"Percy, Ron is still too green."
What if it were you?
Vincent smiled without saying a word and stepped over the rope.
Hermione shook her head and took out her wand.
She had already learned the Finite Incantatem immediately, but she still needed to practice the more advanced technique of Finite Incantatem.
"Will it really be over tomorrow?"
"Please pay close attention to where my spell will land."
"Fiem—" A small red dot lit up at the tip of the Vine Wood wand.
The Finite Incantatem is not as simple as just changing to blue.
It requires the user to concentrate and use their magical power to further enhance the effect of the Finite Incantatem.
With a "whoosh," a Disarming Spell shot out from the tip of the Alder Wand.
Very suddenly, Hermione was hit.
She didn't let go of the wand, but she frowned deeply.
"It will all be over tomorrow." Vincent used his second silent Disarming Spell.
This time, Hermione reacted quickly, using the tip of her staff to deflect the spell he was shooting at her.
But before they could even be happy, one Disarming Spell after another came.
The two were blocked, and finally the knockback wand hit the wrist.
"The wand Accio— " She gripped the wand again.
Vincent simply raised his empty right hand.
Each time Hermione's wand was knocked away from her by a heightened state of tension, her fighting spirit seemed to rise even higher.
One is launching a sustained attack, while the other is putting up a tenacious resistance.
The people around the ring were stunned.
Daphne, who had been watching closely, noticed that the tip of the Vine Wood Wand was faintly glowing blue.
Cedric also noticed, "I just learned the 'Finite Incantatem, but I didn't expect her to have caught up with me already."
"These are two little monsters." George shuddered.
"Fred, why don't we go watch the game?"
The twins, with mischievous grins on their faces, squeezed to Li's left and right sides.
Wow—Little Ronnie actually played a Snape card!
"Look, Vice President Percy is panicking; his hands are trembling as he holds the cards!"
"Fred! George!" Ron was still too inexperienced.
Percy seized the opportunity to play a card from the Hogwarts school legend— Batman.
"And this, the bat symbol!"
Ron stared blankly at the large group of the Batman Family members opposite him.
We were careless; we didn't even think of a countermeasure beforehand.
His flustered expression gave Percy enough confidence.
The uncertainty stemmed from not knowing whether there would be any countermeasures.
It's confirmed now: no.
As the match ended, Hermione, exhausted, lowered her wand on the ring.
The red light at the tip of the staff had turned blue.
Although the range is smaller, the effect is stronger.
Daphne went up to help her up, "You did it, you really did it!"
"Yes." Hermione looked at the faint blue light at the tip of the staff.
All the hard work was worth it; Merlin would never give up on the little wizard who was trying.
Vincent picked up a towel hanging on the rope and tossed it to Daphne.
"This is indeed the Finite Incantatem. Congratulations, Hermione."
She took the towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Compared to you—I'm still far behind."
"At least it's much better than the Cedric."
Cedric came up with a "thud".
"Dear Guild Master, could you help me learn the Patronus Charm?"
Vincent raised his wand. "It's simple. All you need is a strong belief."
Expecto Patronum—
The golden lion seems to have grown even bigger.
Rolf Fu, who had just learned the Patronus Charm, was very Zen-like.
Vincent, a second-grader, not only met the learning threshold that requires at least a sixth-grade grade, but he also learned to materialize.
"Try to imagine some beautiful memories; they will become your most important source of strength."
Calming himself, Cedric chanted the incantation: "Expecto Patronum— "
His ash wand rippled with a silvery mist in the air.
The Suanni Patronus sitting next to Vincent glanced at him, then returned to his dazed state.
"Merlin's Gwent!" Fred grabbed the microphone. "Our pretty boy has summoned the Patronus of the Air!"
Cedric calmed himself and recited the incantation again.
This time, a silvery light covered the tip of the staff.
Although we are still far from success, this is indeed progress.
"Oh Merlin —he's the Patronus light bulbs!"
He lowered his wand, his eyes flashing red.
Fred and George quickly took off running.
Percy, who had earned the Gwent in Gryffindor, was deeply hurt.
I hadn't even heard two words of blessing before everyone had run outside.
"It must be them!"
The only ones who would dare to trick him like this are his two "adorable" younger brothers.