Mrs. Granger prepared four servings of each of the exquisite and delicate desserts.
She probably wanted Hermione to share it with her roommates.
"Aren't you going to leave some for Lavender and the others?"
"No need, they said they were going to give up sweets the day before yesterday."
Vincent scooped up the second spoonful without a second thought.
"It tastes just like the food I ate when I was a child."
Mrs. Granger was definitely a hidden pastry master.
Even the nitpicky Marietta couldn't find anything wrong with it, so you can imagine that it's at least epic level.
And so, Cedric's clutches reached out once again.
This time, he first dispelled the Disillusionment Charm.
"Hey? Isn't this the student who went missing?"
He ignored Rolf's sarcastic remarks and quickly grabbed a glass of Eton Mess.
Qiu was a little surprised to find someone hiding diagonally across from her.
She didn't say anything, just quietly enjoyed her dessert.
Marietta, on the other hand, was different.
When Cedric appeared, she was so frightened that she swallowed a cream puff.
"Don't you think you're funny?"
"A little bit," Cedric, scooping up a large mouthful with a small spoon.
Its smooth and light texture truly lives up to its epic reputation.
With each bite he took, he would glance at the twins in the lake.
"I feel like I've seen this scene before..."
Vincent and Hermione exchanged glances, then both turned their attention to Rolf.
"Don't say that. That time in the kitchen was also because Cedric couldn't help himself."
"You dare say you didn't?"
Rolf stood tall and said, "Even if there is, it's only a tiny bit!"
Even Cedric gave him a disdainful look, including Qiu and Marietta, whom he wasn't very familiar with.
Rolf, completely unconcerned, picked up a piece of chocolate lava cake. "Give up, I'm not embarrassed."
The four people, who had been staring at each other for a while, suddenly burst out laughing.
Given his thick skin, it's not surprising that Newt Scamander managed to cause such a stir in New York back then, yet still return safely to London.
As Care of Magical Creatures, you have to be shameless to appease certain special species.
On a black velvet mat a little further apart, Draco and Blaise Zabini were laughing equally happily.
Enjoying the Weasley Twins' swimming style while indulging in expensive, high-end desserts—that's how simple and unpretentious the lives of the wealthy are.
"Look at those two red-haired moles that fell into the water—"
Draco deliberately raised his voice several octaves, "Stupid, doesn't look very smart."
Ron, who wasn't far away, felt an urge to rush over and punch someone.
Making fun of him is not allowed, and making fun of his family is even more unacceptable.
Even if neither of her two older brothers is very good, this has already escalated to the point of personal attack.
"Let me go, Harry!" Ron, who was being held up, kicked Draco repeatedly in mid-air.
The pair of socks, both with holes, drew laughter from a large flock of Black Swan.
"Poor Weasley!" Draco laughed the loudest. "Couldn't your parents buy you a decent pair of socks?"
Even if you knit it yourself?
He paused for a moment, then said, "Or is your family so poor that you can't even afford to buy cloth?"
"Let me go! I'm going to tear his mouth apart today!"
The angrier Ron got, the happier Draco became.
It's a wonderful kind of pleasure.
Harry and Seamus also wanted to rush over, but they didn't dare to do so under the professors' watchful eyes.
Ron had no choice but to put his legs together and curl his toes up to the top of his socks.
With a powerful horizontal flick, it struck Draco's laughing mouth directly.
"Eat shit, Malfoy!"
Another sock was thrown, this time hitting the slicked-back hair that had just been combed not long ago.
Draco, his mouth filled with a stench that assaulted his very soul, quickly spat it out, also vomiting the snacks he had just eaten onto the velvet mat.
Blaise Zabini was careless, and his pants were splattered with all sorts of colors.
He was very angry, extremely angry.
Potter and Weasley are just ordinary guys, not Wayne!
Higgs pulled out a handful of Gold Galleons and dashed over in the blink of an eye.
"Give him a good lesson!"
He takes money from people and solves their problems.
Higgs went up and kicked him.
Ron managed to dodge the huge foot that seemed about to hit his face by tilting his neck to the side.
He opened his mouth and bit it directly.
Higgs, his face contorted in pain, was about to pull his hair when Harry's headbutt struck him in the stomach.
Seamus stretched out his leg and fell face-first to the ground.
Blaise Zabini's eyelids twitched violently.
How come they're all so good at fighting after not having done anything for a month or two?
He stiffly twisted his neck and looked at Vincent was still eating Eton Mess in the distance.
Theodore is absolutely right. As long as this menace exists, their Black Swan will forever remain in the shadows.
"What happened?" McGonagall waved her wand and lifted Higgs, who had fallen over.
"It's because I don't like them!"
She looked at Draco, who was vomiting everywhere, and asked, "Mr. Malfoy, do you have anything to say?"
"No, Professor." His small face was filled with resentment and anger.
Pursuing this further will not bring any benefit; on the contrary, it will only result in punishment.
The Malfoy family have always been masters at calculating gains and losses.
Even without being told, McGonagall could guess the gist of it.
Punishment is necessary; there is no room for leniency.
She gestured towards Higgs, saying, "I hope you'll reflect on your actions when you get back."
His school robe was torn in two, like wings dragging him towards the castle.
This skill of turning an inanimate object into a living thing startled Vincent so much that he almost bit off the spoon.
Higgs is a little over 1.8 meters tall, and judging by his build, he must weigh at least 70 or 80 kilograms.
The wings were so lifelike that when he went up there, he looked like an enlarged Black Swan.
"Professor McGonagall has a good sense of humor," Vincent, finishing his last bite. "I think she was implying that everyone in that group would have to fly back one by one."
"Same here." Cedric didn't notice what was happening behind him.
Qiu patted his shoulder lightly, "I think it's time for you to disappear."
Drenched Fred and George pounced on them.
Cedric rolled off the mat, then drew his wand and tapped it against his chest.
The entire set of movements was fluid and skillful, so much so that it was heartbreaking.
"Cedric Diggory!" George roared, then turned and stared intently at Vincent.
Fred shook his head at him without any politeness.
"I am innocent!"
"Then why did you cover for him?"
Vincent grabbed the greedy Gugu Gu Gu, "I just felt sorry for him and wanted to help him out."
George sat down with a grumbling, "Dude, don't be fooled by his honest appearance."
Fred didn't shake his head again. "Cedric is a very cunning guy. He tricked us during Potions Class before."
Listening to the twins' righteous accusations, even Qiu felt that Cedric was wicked.
Not only does he sneak away to eat, but his personality also seems quite awful.
"Don't listen to them," Hermione said, revealing the truth. "Cedric became like this because he was forced into it."
Qiu and Marietta both nodded in agreement.
Are outstanding students willingly degenerating?
Isn't this just bullying honest people?