The gentlemanly manners of the Britain Empire do not apply in the Wizarding World.
The only difference between male and female wizards is their physical condition.
Although Vincent looked like he had been beaten badly, he remained standing upright the whole time.
As she continued beating her, Hermione couldn't help but start to have doubts.
Even after all this, how can you act like nothing happened?
Could it be that I made a wrong judgment again?
But to be honest, those eight-pack abs are really hard.
Her little fists were red from the pain.
Vincent, who was completely unaware of what was going on, actually knew things would turn out this way.
He could never understand why the unsociable Miss Granger would have such a prejudice against him.
From studies?
Or perhaps it stems from interpersonal relationships?
Anyway, her little fists are so soft, let her vent her anger.
With a retired special forces father, almost no one at Hogwarts, where the average person doesn't exercise, can subdue him.
"George, why don't you think he dodge?"
"Maybe he has this strange hobby~"
Hermione blushed and clenched her little fists, glaring fiercely at the twins who were up to their old tricks again.
"Dude, let's head out!"
Vincent gave them a big smile as they sneaked into the dorm.
"That's the benefit of sticking to an exercise routine,"
He thought for a moment, but did not unbutton his shirt.
The facts were clear, and the Little Lions understood that those little fists had caused virtually no harm or insult.
Vincent is still Vincent, and he has even made a more profound impression on people.
This appearance,
That temper,
This personality,
He's practically the Gryffindor!
Even after Hermione left, Vincent still smiled approachably.
Who's next?
"I!"
Percy had been watching the show quietly for a long time, walked over.
At first, he thought there was some conflict between the two first-year students.
If it weren't for Ron and Harry's explanation, the Prefect would definitely have handled it strictly by the book.
"Wayne, although I don't really approve of fighting, I'd like to experience the Muggle way of dueling."
Percy took off his school robe with the Prefect Badge on it and neatly folded it on the back of a nearby chair.
"For the sake of the past two days, I can overlook what you did today."
Vincent's "illegal teaching" did not actually violate school rules, strictly speaking.
Since it was all voluntary, Percy just turned a blind eye.
However, the words he uttered gave people an indescribable sense of unease.
"Including what comes next?"
"Yes."
Vincent didn't think anything of it.
Compared to the class monitors of his previous life, Percy was already quite humane.
She's not very good at speaking, and she always acts like a serious person.
"Start."
Percy, who was standing on the protective mat, had just moved closer when Vincent's right hand was already on his arm.
"You want—" In a state of weightlessness, he stared blankly at the ceiling of the common room.
"What are you doing?"
With a "snap," the second half of the sentence was finally uttered.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Prefect." Vincent half-squatted in front of him and extended his hand.
"No—you're welcome." Percy suddenly realized something.
If it were Muggle, solving it with magic wouldn't be difficult.
But against a wizard who also knows fighting, this is a definite advantage.
"Wayne, I've signed up for your class."
Vincent seemed somewhat surprised, "But I originally intended to..."
"Schools may allow students to organize clubs."
Percy took his hand and stood up. "Although the process will be a bit complicated, I will make sure the professors approve it as soon as possible."
"Actually, I didn't want to..."
"Wayne, if you keep being modest, you'll just be hypocritical."
He patted Vincent on the shoulder reassuringly, "You must continue to organize these activities that greatly improve students' physical fitness."
Let's cheer for our Prefect's future position as Head Boy!
Vincent had not yet grasped this point, nodded.
Aside from being a little low in emotional intelligence, Percy is actually quite good in some ways.
He had filled out all the forms by the time dinner started.
President: Vincent Wayne.
Vice President: Percy Weasley.
If the membership list and club name hadn't been left blank, Vincent would have thought Percy was the president.
At that moment, he finally understood why the twins and Ron were somewhat resistant to associating with this person.
Opportunist Percy dipped his quill in ink. "What name do you think would be suitable, Vincent?"
Vincent, sitting blankly in his chair, shook his head. "I don't know what I should do—"
A round, Gu Gu suddenly appeared on the windowsill.
It proudly raised its little head, clearly urging him to open the window quickly.
"Owl--"
"The Owl Court"
Move the pen tip to the name column of the table.
Does this have any special meaning?
"No." Vincent stood up. "I just suddenly thought of that name."
Under the watchful eyes of the Little Lions, he opened the window and brought Gu Gu in.
"Let's use the club's emblem as a template."
A fat, round owl...
Having achieved his goal, Percy wrote down the words "Owl Court" in one stroke of his pen.
"Of course, President Wayne."
Early morning.
"So, you were fooled by him?"
"I don't think so."
"Dude, we all know that good brother's personality very well."
Do you know what books he often reads?
"Have no idea."
"Fudge's bullshit books."
The twins shattered Vincent's last illusions.
It doesn't matter if the club doesn't work, but if the Gryffindor students improve significantly, half of the honor will be taken away.
"Half it is fine. Anyway, without Percy taking charge, the application materials for the Owl Court wouldn't have arrived at the Headmaster's Office tonight."
Fred sighed softly, "Dude, you'd better watch out next time."
George, standing nearby, wholeheartedly agreed, saying, "Percy is the kind of person who, once he gets a taste of success, will keep looking for opportunities with you."
Ron said something similar at dinner.
"Okay, I'll be careful and watch out for him."
Vincent earnestly, realizing that he had underestimated Hogwarts.
This little golden retriever, who's all about fighting back, is at most using some petty tricks.
Hermione is, after all, a girl, and at worst she'll just expose his little secret about going out at night.
Percy, who is obsessed with power struggles, is on a completely different level from the two mentioned above.
"He's plotting against me, so I'll plot against him too."
"What are you plotting?" The twins were taken aback for a moment, then they both grinned mischievously as if they knew each other perfectly.
The Prefect can not only deduct points from other students, but also put them in solitary confinement.
The only students who could check him were the Prefect and the student council president.
"I heard that Slytherin has won the House Cup for six consecutive years."
Vincent grinned mischievously, "How about we do it this year..."
"Hehehe~"