The blond student with the foul mouth met a terrible end.
At least that's what Hermione thinks.
Curled up in the corner like a shrimp, he was completely powerless to resist Vincent.
She previously didn't know how to beat someone up without any external injuries.
Now it's like she's opened the door to a new world.
The fist wrapped around the stripped school uniform made no sound, and the high-quality fabric maximized the cushioning effect.
"Wayne! You just wait and see—"
Draco, his face contorted in pain, clutched his stomach and glared at the retreating figure in the doorway with eyes full of resentment and hatred. "I will definitely tell my father about this," he muttered.
You should drop out of school with that ugly Muggle girl!
Vincent couldn't help but laugh.
Relying on subordinates won't work.
You can't rely on yourself.
Still want to rely on your dad?
Hermione quickly grabbed his arm. "Let's go, before anyone finds out what's going on here."
"So what if they found it?"
Vincent shrugged, letting her pull him out. "Anyway, it's not me who's embarrassed."
"Fighting is explicitly prohibited by school rules!"
"I didn't hit him."
Hermione was about to go crazy with anger, raised her little foot and stomped hard on the white clover sneakers under his feet.
"Hey—it hurts." Vincent wasn't lying; the little leather shoes she was wearing had solid soles.
"You're a complete thug!"
Even when Hermione stood on tiptoe, her forehead only reached about chin level.
She hesitated several times before finally letting out a loud hum.
Vincent stood there, his feelings extremely complicated.
It's his fault for not being mentally prepared; otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten kicked.
"Wow, that's impressive, friend!"
A red-haired boy walked out of the open cubicle door next to him.
Vincent remembered that he was one of the twins he had just questioned.
The other person warmly put their arm around his shoulder, saying, "I thought you wanted to plan ahead!"
"I'm not familiar with her."
"Real?"
"Real."
The red-haired boy released his grip with some surprise. "By the way, which college are you from?"
"I haven't been assigned to a department yet."
His expression grew even more surprised. "You're a freshman just like her!"
Vincent nodded seriously. "Wizards never exercise?"
The boy gestured toward the cubicle, "Why waste energy on things that can be solved with magic?"
His twin brother, also red-haired, was holding a magic wand and using magic to manipulate the floating school robes onto his body.
Vincent responded with an awkward but polite smile, "You make a good point."
Muggle thinking limits imagination.
"Have you found Neville's Trevor?"
"Found it, but then lost it again."
The red-haired boy comforted him, saying, "Like my mother said, some things always disappear when you need them."
Just when you think you've lost it forever, it inexplicably reappears before your eyes.
"Thank you." Vincent shrugged and pointed to the end of the aisle. "I'll find it before we arrive at our destination."
Another twin, dressed in his school uniform, came out of the cubicle. "George, what are you talking about?"
"Let's talk about the troubles our junior is facing."
George introduced his brother, "This is Fred Weasley, who was born half a minute before me."
As you can see, we are twins.
"I am Vincent — Vincent Wayne."
The twins nodded as if they were hearing the name for the first time.
Vincent didn't find anything strange about it.
A newspaper like the Daily Prophet, which is full of fabrications, will surely be looked down upon by many wizards.
"George, why don't we take the place of the girl who left?"
Freyt exaggeratedly lifted his foot and slammed it heavily on the metal floor of the aisle. "With our help, the efficiency will definitely be faster than if she did it all by herself."
His quirky behavior seemed to be setting up a competition between the two freshmen.
Losing is nothing, winning is no good either.
"Vincent, you're saying she misunderstood you?"
"Fred, shouldn't the focus be on Cho Chang, who's in second year?"
Vincent was very glad he hadn't told anyone about his Blondie.
Their encouragement, one after another, seemed to imply that whoever got Leif would have the upper hand later on.
"We can also get to know Little Harry better."
"Oh George, why didn't I think of that?"
Vincent, being pushed along by the two men, can be fairly certain that they are the type of people who don't read newspapers.
The more he talked to them, the more he discovered that the twin brothers were not only enthusiastic but also quite daring.
Did they throw Dungbombs at the Slytherin table at the opening banquet that evening?
The head of Gryffindor is none other than Professor McGonagall, who came to visit the Wayne family.
"I advise you not to do that."
Vincent placed his hand on the door of Compartment J. "If we're really going to do it, I think it would be better to sneak it into their dorm room."
Fred and George exchanged a glance, both agreeing that it was a great idea.
They won't be punished after they've finished, and they can do even more recklessly.
"Sorry to bother you again—"
Harry and Ron, who had stopped eating snacks, looked at Vincent had just walked in, with very strange expressions.
Hermione, who was ahead of him, was clearly furious.
Both of them acted alone...
"Ronnie, my little darling?" The twins squeezed into the cubicle.
"It's so nice to see you, my dear brother." Fred gave Ron a hug.
George then opened his arms wide, exclaiming, "Wow, brother, I missed you so much!"
Vincent, who was almost squeezed into the aisle, felt that the brotherly affection in front of him was a little strange.
Based on his limited recollection of the first film, Weasley seemed to be from a Pure-blood Wizard family, just like Malfoy.
Because they were more aligned with Muggle, the blond classmate who wanted to sue his father spent the entire year targeting Harry had become friends with Ron.
It can't be because we didn't shake hands...
Vincent watched as Mr. Potter expertly swept his bangs aside, and then looked astonished as if he had suddenly realized something.
The Potions Professor is the Head of Slytherin, and the blonde student was sorted into Slytherin.
Is it possible that Mr. Potter suffered from bullying at school because the two failed to shake hands?
"I will definitely tell my dad about this..."
In his mind, that arrogant, unruly face had already been beaten into a pig's head.
It's just a matter of passive-aggressive behavior on campus, why not strike first?
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry."
"Me too, Vincent."
After shaking hands Vincent and the twins left.
Dungbombs must be given to Slytherin.
"Vincent, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Um—I have something to tell you, but whatever you do, don't tell anyone else..."
Upon learning the consequences of their Blondie's foul mouth, the twins were immediately astonished.
"Anyone who dislikes Slytherin is a friend of us two brothers!"
"That's right, especially since you gave that Malfoy family kid a good beating!"
Vincent, whose impressions have been overturned once again, is now 100% certain that the Weasley family twins are the kind of people who thrive on chaos.