Vincent was very satisfied after singing a song and doing some light exercise after dinner.
Draco and Blaise Zabini were both exhausted, and Crabbe and Goyle were almost there too.
One against four, a complete victory.
"Stop!" McGonagall shouted, and Vincent obediently stood still.
"Mr. Wayne, your performance was 'fantastic'!"
The last syllable lingered, sending chills down the spines of every student.
"Professor, I haven't finished singing yet."
Vincent walked back as if nothing had happened.
McGonagall suddenly smiled. "Next up, a piano solo by Cho Chang of Ravenclaw."
Her left foot, which was straddling the platform, slipped and almost fell, but she naturally regained her balance.
He turned and bowed in all directions, just like when he had just finished performing and stepped off the stage to give thanks.
As expected of the head of the Hogwarts atmosphere group, there was absolutely no awkwardness or stiffness.
"President Wayne is awesome!" the twins cheered like little fangirls.
Vincent waved to them and gracefully sat down in front of his tent.
Neville, standing nearby, was utterly astonished. "How did you do that?"
"Confidence means you have to be confident in yourself."
"Oh." He scratched his head. "Is this what James meant by 'aura of a strong person'?"
Vincent's lips twitched. "Pretty much, you could say that."
Neville wanted to ask more questions, but then Qiu's piano music started playing.
A very soothing and relaxing prelude.
I'm also very familiar with it.
Hermione knew immediately that it was Canon in D in D major.
Compared to the previous liveliness, only Qiu's piano playing remained in the entire venue.
Harry was the most engrossed.
She is beautiful, gentle, and can play the piano.
After the last note faded, there was a full half-minute of silence before thunderous applause erupted.
Qiu stood up and politely thanked the students.
"Next up, please welcome the enchantment performance by Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff."
As he brushed past Qiu, Cedric expressed his appreciation for the piano piece to her.
"Great piece, your practice paid off."
Thank you, I'm also looking forward to your performance.
Harry's smile gradually faded. "Is Diggory really that good?"
Ron nodded. "Their house is near ours, and my mother often uses him to motivate Fred and George."
He suddenly shuddered. "Now, she'll definitely compare me to Vincent."
"I see." Harry's expression finally returned to normal.
Cedric on the stage bowed first, then quickly drew his wand.
12 1/4 inches, ash wood, Unicorn Hair core.
He whispered a spell and raised his wand high amidst the automatically playing instruments.
"Whoosh—Boom—" The magic spell shot from the tip of the staff exploded in the sky, forming a colorful firework.
Cedric danced, drawing Winky lines in front of him with his wand.
A shield with four adorable animals inside.
As soon as the Hogwarts crest appeared, the students spontaneously applauded.
Harry clapped his hands, but his gaze shifted slightly away.
She's truly outstanding; no wonder I dared to approach her and strike up a conversation.
After the school badge was completed, Cedric raised his hand and shot it into the night sky.
Under the dazzling light, he whispered another incantation.
The lines began to rearrange themselves, forming a huge castle.
Ron looked down at Charlie's wand.
Both are made of ash wood, and both have Unicorn Hair cores.
"Harry, why do you think there's such a big difference between people?"
"Uh—" Harry was stunned.
He knew he was jealous too.
This feeling is quite unpleasant, like being swallowed up by something.
"One day, we will be just as good as him."
Ron pouted, "That's true, after all, he enrolled two years earlier than us."
Harry smiled and didn't say anything more.
If you've truly tried your best, you haven't completely failed.
As he looked back with admiration, he inadvertently caught sight of a dark figure.
Those incredibly cold eyes instantly sent chills down his spine.
"Ron, look over there!"
Ron, looking in the direction the finger was pointing, was confused.
Apart from the tall trees, there was nothing else.
Harry was also confused.
He took off his glasses, wiped them, and put them back on.
No, there's nothing there.
Just when he thought he was seeing things, the figure reappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Ron, did you see that!"
"No."
"Impossible!" In the blink of an eye, the figure vanished.
"I clearly—" Harry was absolutely certain that he hadn't been seeing things.
Three times,
Four times.
It was as if the person was doing it on purpose, only appearing whenever he looked over.
"There's nothing there, Harry."
Ron seemed a little impatient. "Maybe it's just a reflection from your glasses."
"No, I've seen him four or five times!"
The noise startled Seamus and Dean, who were nearby.
They looked in that direction as well, but got the exact same result as Ron.
There really is nothing?
Harry tried to describe the eyes to them, "They were cold, even colder than Snape's."
"Alright." Seamus turned his head back. "This at least proves that the mysterious figure you saw wasn't Snape lying in the Hospital Wing."
Dean looked up at the dazzling fireworks in the night sky. "They're probably Centaur, or maybe Acromantula."
Although it wasn't said explicitly, the meaning was quite clear.
No one wanted to believe Harry, not even his best friend Ron.
His mind was a complete mess; he couldn't understand why such a strange thing was happening to him.
"It's happened again, seven times now!"
Vincent, who was some distance away, looked over.
It was pitch black, and you really couldn't see anything.
But upon closer examination, it makes perfect sense.
He pretended not to know anything and applauded Cedric as his performance ended.
"Next up, a puppet show by Drian Pucey of Slytherin."
As soon as Pucey went up, he made a throat-slitting gesture to Vincent.
"Whoa—" The twins led the way with a series of hisses.
"Quiet!" McGonagall swept her gaze over each of her students who were making a fuss.
On the stage, Pucey proudly raised his little face.
He pulled out his wand and turned the piano into a bunch of tiny, slender figures the size of an arm.
Some of them were wearing red clothes, and some were wearing green clothes.
Each little figure has a capital letter on its clothes.
The one in the red dress with blonde hair is "V".
The one in green with blond hair is "D".
"A long, long time ago, there was a bully who always picked on his classmates..."
Vincent rolled his eyes on the spot.
This is no longer even a hint.
Pucey, controlling the little V-shaped figure, kicked away a bunch of little figures in green clothes, shouting, "He's unreasonable! He's rude and violent!"
The little D figure wasn't defeated; instead, it bravely stood up again.
"Evil will be defeated in the end!"
Under his emotional voice, the little V figure was surrounded by a large group of little figures in green clothes.
Putting aside any hidden agendas, the fight scenes are still quite exciting.
But Harry wasn't in the mood for that at all.
Even during the fall encore performance, people might not necessarily pay attention to the stage.
Because that strange black shadow, those incredibly cold eyes, appeared in his sight once again.