Before today, Daphne would have thought Vincent was just a violent barbarian.
But like Hermione now, she realized that the fastest and most effective way to break some of the traditions of Pure-blood Wizard was through violence.
Vincent grabbed Marcus by the collar. "Tell me, how are you different from last year?"
"Wayne, the halo above your head won't protect you forever!"
"Thank you for your advice." He tossed Marcus onto the round table. "Unfortunately, you gave the wrong answer."
Pansy was trembling under the table.
Even with her ears covered, she could clearly feel every vibration and every shout.
Marcus's hands fell limply to his sides.
Vincent walked toward Draco and Blaise Zabini, who were covering their foreheads.
"Wayne, I can give you a lot of Gold Galleons, more than you can even imagine!"
"Sorry, there's probably nothing I can't get." He grabbed Blaise Zabini's left arm and shoved him toward Marcus.
Draco's overwhelming physical advantage finally made him realize the imbalance between the two sides.
Outside, he is the sole heir of the Malfoy Family and the pinnacle of the Pure-blood circle.
At Hogwarts, he couldn't even stand up to Vincent, Muggle-born.
What he will encounter, and the extent of his injuries, are not things he can decide.
"Tell me, Malfoy— " Vincent looked down at him, "Am I worthy to stand before you?"
"You—" Draco clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his neck bulging and his face turning red.
The Malfoy family has four precepts, but a total of 55 rules.
Life is about making choices; you can't hold onto everything, or you'll lose everything.
"Wayne, you deserve it."
"What qualifications?"
"Vincent Wayne, you are worthy to stand before me!"
Draco gasped for breath, loosening his fists that had been clenched so tightly his knuckles had turned white.
"So, Malfoy— " Vincent placed his right hand on his shoulder, "Do you think you're worthy to stand before me?"
Experience is extracted from pain.
But this is humiliation, an unacceptable humiliation.
Draco brushed the hand off his shoulder. "Wayne, you're far from being able to make me kneel down and beg for mercy!"
"Indeed." Vincent sighed softly. "It seems I still need to work harder."
Daphne's eyes widened at that moment.
She glanced at Hermione beside her and quickly calmed down.
Perhaps in a few years, the Wizarding World will undergo a dramatic change.
"Smack!" Draco received a solid slap.
He was stunned and couldn't react even when the second slap came.
"Wayne!" Pansy suddenly rushed over from under the table.
Vincent took a step back and slapped her again with the same hand he had just thrown.
After the crisp sound, the atmosphere became eerily quiet.
Draco, covering his face, realized this was an even greater humiliation.
Two solid slaps made him lunge forward without thinking.
Perhaps because he was too angry, he didn't pay attention to his footing and tripped on the expensive marble floor, his knee landing on a Gold Galleons.
Vincent bent down and grabbed the back of his collar, without even glancing at the face that was beginning to swell.
"How dare you hit me, Wayne!" Draco opened his mouth and waved his arms and legs in mid-air.
This fierce and aggressive appearance is really hard to associate with elegance.
"Your dad hasn't hit you before, has he?" Vincent calmly reached out his other hand and pressed it against Vincent's forehead, which was getting closer and closer.
"Crabbe! Goyle! How long are you two idiots going to keep watching this show?!"
The two, breathing heavily, chose to launch a sneak attack from behind.
Vincent, as if he knew in advance, turned around, let go, grabbed Draco's legs, and lashed them out like weapons.
His shoulder bumped into Crabbe's big head, and his wildly waving hands landed on Goyle's solid chest.
After circling back, he flew towards Pansy, who was covering her face.
Daphne looked away, unable to bear watching.
She knew that her former best friend was a big fan of Draco.
I was probably four or five years old when I truly fell in love at first sight.
Hermione, the complete opposite of her, was almost ready to cheer loudly.
In less than half an hour, the Black Swan Club was completely wiped out.
The students who were still standing were almost all swayed.
Byron, who was standing on tiptoe at the door looking inside, suddenly felt that the throbbing pain in his hands had stopped.
He exchanged a glance with the other two.
No matter how well the Black Swan develops, the future of ordinary members like them is fixed.
Look at the Owl Court; a new member was bullied, and the president attacked without saying a word.
Although there are many complex reasons, this approach is more touching.
Using Gold Galleons to manipulate members, then hiding behind and enjoying the fruits of victory?
Byron's hands trembled slightly.
This feeling was not the intermittent pain that had been present before, but a tremor caused by excessive excitement.
"Wayne is a loyal and righteous person, someone worth following!"
His decision was agreed upon by the other two.
"Zander, Jeffrey, let's abandon the darkness and join the Owl Court Club!"
"Okay!" x2
Vincent knew that quite a few Slytherin students shared this view.
His cold, deep blue eyes swept over the people lying down one by one. "We're even."
If you want to continue, remember that your opponent is me.
Second floor, the classroom for the History of Magic class.
Professor Binns did not seem to notice the collective absence of the Gryffindor students.
Ernie handed Hannah a note, asking if she knew where Justin had gone.
The reply was, of course, "I don't know."
The absence of the Little Lions was absurd enough, but even the lateness of the good-natured Little Badger was unforgivable.
"Something terrible has happened, something terrible has happened—" Justin's voice rang out from outside:
"Vincent got into a fight with Black Swan and his gang!"
The Little Badger all stiffened and twisted their necks to look at him.
No wonder they were all absent; they were fighting.
Wait— Vincent alone?
"It was him alone!" Justin gasped. "Flint was so scared by him that he dropped his wand."
Wow! This is big news!
Ernie looked over at Professor Binns was still concentrating on lecturing.
Is it upturned?
It still won't stick out?
He decisively left his seat and quietly ran outside the classroom.
Once there's a first one, there will be a second.
"Does anyone know why Diagon Alley was built?" Binns waited for a long time but didn't hear an answer.
Looking down, I found there wasn't a single person in sight.
"Is get out of class over?" It floated through the wall and then floated back.
"What are they fighting?"
He racked his brains for a long time, but he still couldn't recall what Justin had just said.