Slytherin Common Room.
Lying in bed, Draco was extremely restless, tossing and turning several times without being able to fall asleep.
This terrible feeling had been tormenting him.
"It's definitely Vienne!"
He cursed, then untied various traps, kicking Crabbe and Goyle awake.
"Hurry up, you idiot!"
"Ugh—what?" Crabbe rubbed his eyes with both hands. "Did the Owls attack?"
"Stop talking nonsense, I have a feeling something's not right."
Given his familiarity with Vincent, he couldn't believe he was unharmed.
Higgs's affair was inevitably exposed.
Even if someone is completely covered up, a pair of red-haired twins can still peel off layer after layer.
The Polyjuice Potion is probably no longer effective.
But there's also Daphne.
But before that, we have to face some things that are bound to happen.
Draco donned a velvet robe, slipped on high-end, comfortable cotton slippers, and quietly led his two henchmen out of the dormitory.
It was pitch black outside, and the silence was eerily quiet.
"Da-da-da"
The dungeon is nearly a thousand years old, and water always drips from it during repairs.
Goyle shrank back, "Draco, they're not here. Shall we go back?"
"Shut up!"
Draco had just stopped when he collided with Crabbe behind him.
He staggered several steps before regaining his balance. "Idiot! Can't you even open your eyes and walk?"
"I'm so sorry." Crabbe finally perked up.
Upon hearing these roars, Goyle was no longer afraid.
"Draco, where are we going?"
"I have a very strong feeling about the Club Room."
Carefully avoiding Filch and Mrs. Norris, they finally arrived at three in the morning.
The faint fragrance in the corridor had not yet dissipated.
Draco had to admit that Vincent was a man of principle.
The party is guaranteed to end at 11 PM, and that means it ends at 11 PM.
But when he arrived at the club's door, all of this turned into disgust.
"Damn golden retriever!"
This is the second time.
Last time one door was kicked off, and this time it's not just one.
Crabbe and Goyle held their lanterns aloft.
The expensive, gold-plated wallpaper was covered with footprints of all sizes.
The exquisite ceramic ornaments were all shattered on the ground.
And the table he often sat on was actually broken in two straight down the middle.
"It must be Wayne!" Crabbe, wide awake, looked up. "And that owl too!"
The Black Swan on the ceiling were covered with pockmarked claw marks.
Strangely, each paw print was a different size.
Draco, who hadn't felt any pain at first, suddenly changed his expression.
This is an embroidery technique, not something painted on.
His father spent a lot of money just on scheduling appointments.
Adding to the exorbitant production cost for the great Eastern power, the silk-like embroidered black goose alone would cost close to five hundred Gold Galleons, not even counting shipping costs.
Most of the other crystal chandeliers and trinkets were provided by Blaise Zabini.
Now look what happened, it's all turned into fragments.
"Reparo— "
Draco's attempt to save him failed.
"Anti- Repairing Charm?" Goyle watched them rise and fall, feeling that they were even more shattered than before.
"Just you wait!" Draco strode out.
If we don't run now, Filch will be here.
As expected, the matter of the Black Swan Club's Club Room being destroyed was ultimately left unresolved.
Every time Vincent went to the Great Hall for a meal, he would gracefully raise his glass in respect towards the Slytherin table.
It would be better if it weren't milk that was so sarcastic.
"Damn it!" Blaise Zabini threw down his knife and fork after only a few bites.
"I want to run over there and tear his face to shreds right now!"
Draco's patience seemed to have reached its limit.
"Tomorrow is Saturday, and we have a Quidditch Match against Ravenclaw."
He made his meaning very clear.
If you exclude those watching the game, there won't be many students staying in the castle.
Daphne picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth. "What do you want me to do?"
"Go straight to their Club Room and hand the letter to that bastard Wayne."
Pansy tapped the long table lightly. "Draco, I'm going with her!"
An eleven-year-old girl is nothing to worry about; what's truly frightening is that a pair of red-haired brothers spreading rumors everywhere.
"Walk in openly and honestly?" Daphne seemed hesitant.
"Yes, openly and honestly."
"I see."
The two girls went to settle scores with the club president of the rival club, and no matter how much they didn't want to deal with him, they had to go and meet him.
"And Wayne's hair." Blaise Zabini said with a ferocious grin, "I'm going to personally transform into his likeness and offend all the professors."
The most dangerous place is often the safest.
Although Higgs had already been exposed, he could still serve to lower people's guard in the end.
When Vincent thought the Black Swan was just another form of swan, he certainly didn't expect that he would have to use Polyjuice Potion again.
Who makes the price list?
"I'll do it!"
Draco assigned tasks to each person.
Vincent, having finished his meal at the Gryffindor table, turned and raised his milk glass once more.
Nobody was looking this way.
"They must be thinking of another way." Hermione handed her a roll of parchment.
He unfolded it and glanced at it casually. "If sneaky tactics don't work, I reckon they'll have to come out in the open."
Inside the parchment is the information about the upcoming first Gwent tournament.
The total prize money is 6,000 Gold Galleons, and only the top ten finishers will receive it.
"There are too many first-place winners, aren't there? A whopping 2000 Gold Galleons."
"How much do you think is reasonable?"
"300, 200, 100, then we can set it so that the top 50 all get a share."
Hermione nodded, guessing his intention, "And the best deck, the fastest way to end the game, right?"
"Yes." Vincent rolled up the parchment. "Professor Dumbledore said he'd invite some old friends to the finals. What do you think about starting a company?"
"That's too fast!"
"Indeed, and we're all still in school."
Gwent is destined to leave the campus.
It's still early; we can try it out during the summer vacation.
"Oh, and this too." Hermione left a magazine before she left.
What's really strange is that the cover illustration and text are upside down.
"The Quibbler?" Vincent picked it up with some surprise. "When did you get into reading these kinds of books?"
"This is from Lavender," Hermione said, pointing to a line of Magical Runes below the title.
"I know this is what Quirinus Quirrell meant; the rest you'll have to translate."
After a brief examination, he found that the subtitle was as interesting as ever.
Quirinus Quirrell was just a stand-in?! Everything you need to know is here!
The first page of the magazine features a recent photo of a new prisoner in Azkaban.
The withered and emaciated Quirrell stared blankly at the ceiling, drool constantly dripping from the corner of his mouth.
This brilliant man met a truly tragic end.