From a distance, Vincent and Hermione saw Draco emerge from a Slytherin student's tent.
He seemed a little impatient, and even the two people nearby didn't notice.
"Potter, you can't hide it!"
Come out now! I know you're trying to ambush me!
A poor excuse and acting skills.
Hermione, who had absolutely no liking for him, relaxed her tightly furrowed brows.
"Potter?!" Blaise Zabini stared blankly at Draco. "He wouldn't dare come here."
He spread his arms and surveyed the high-end tents throughout the venue.
Just as he was about to say something more, his face fell as if he were constipated.
"Wayne!"
Vincent stepped forward with a smile. "I think he has the guts."
"Hmph—" Blaise Zabini raised his little head rather haughtily.
Draco was about to leave when he suddenly turned back.
"Wayne, shall we make a bet?"
Vincent looked very interested. "What's the bet?"
"I won, so you stop that trash card tournament."
What if you lose?
Draco puffed out his chest. "Our family has extensive connections; we can easily make your worthless cards resound throughout the entire Wizarding World."
Yet another lame excuse.
"What if none of us find them?"
"Then we all lose!"
"Okay." Vincent left with a meaningful look.
Blaise Zabini thought he understood.
The Gwent tournament cannot be held until Vincent finds the missing Harry.
At least for this semester.
If they can find it, great; if not, they'll just lose some advertising costs.
Immediately, all the Slytherin students began searching on their own initiative.
Vincent stood still and pulled out the Tales of Beedle the Bard.
"The clearest sign of whether someone's magic is mediocre is how they treat non-magical people—"
Hermione couldn't understand the Magical Runes she could only read the densely packed comments below.
What book is this?
"The Tales of Beedle the Bard".
Vincent recounted the general plot to her, his gaze fixed on Draco as he went in and out of the tent.
"The wizard was afraid that the cauldron would take off its shoes and jump around again, so he could only help the villagers as his father had done in his lifetime."
Hermione's eyes were very complicated.
On the surface, "The Warlock's Hairy Heart" is a story about a father trying to change his son's mind, but it also hides a deep sadness and helplessness.
A small cauldron left by the father before his death forces the son, who hates Muggle, to help them.
In order to quiet the crucible, the son had no choice but to obey his father's wishes.
The story's ending doesn't explain the son's change.
He might treat Muggle as kindly as his father, or he might kill the Muggle neighbors who always ask him for help.
Beedle probably wanted to leave the ending to the readers.
"What would you do?" Hermione was very curious about Vincent's choice.
"I will throw away the crucible and tell my neighbors that they should learn to solve problems themselves when they encounter difficulties."
Not accepting anyone's influence is indeed a decision he would make.
If it were the Hermione of the past, she would have already denounced his stubbornness and indifference.
But now she remains silent.
Since the enactment of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, Muggle, who lack magic, have initiated several industrial revolutions, eventually developing technologies that reject magic.
"And you, Hermione?" Vincent closed the book and waited quietly for an answer.
A few minutes later, Hermione raised her little head.
"I will move away, far away from them."
"I see—" He nodded, shifting his gaze away from her face.
Those determined to break the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy ultimately constitute only a very small minority.
"Harry! You're finally back!"
Vincent looked at Ron, who was excitedly running towards the outside of the camp.
Harry, who was following behind Dumbledore, was in good spirits and didn't seem like someone who had been missing for a night at all.
"Where have you been?" Ron hugged him excitedly. "We've been looking for you all morning!"
"I'm lost." Harry's eyes darted around. "I'm sorry, I should have told you."
"I should believe you too."
Seamus and Dean, who had gathered around, were both filled with regret.
If they chose to trust Harry, they would at least not have let him go out alone.
Vincent and Dumbledore looked at each other from a distance.
Results are important, but the process is equally important.
"Wayne, you lost!" Blaise Zabini grinned as he walked over. "You can throw your pathetic school tournament in the trash now!"
"That depends on the effectiveness of your publicity."
His face instantly darkened. "By tomorrow morning at the latest, the whole British Isles will know."
"I remember it was the front." Vincent put his right hand on his shoulder. "You know the consequences."
Pucey, with his resentful gaze in the crowd, is a prime example.
The consequences of smuggling in personal agendas are dire, and Blaise Zabini, who considers himself a smart man, certainly wouldn't do that.
"And you, Malfoy."
Draco scoffed. "A bet's a bet. I expect you to keep your promise too."
"Thank you in advance." Vincent withdrew his right hand.
Neither he nor Blaise Zabini paid any attention to the sarcastic remark.
Black Swan also has cards.
More refined card designs, more dazzling effects, and higher prices.
The people have discerning eyes.
Once there's a comparison, their upcoming card release will surely crush Gwent.
"Children—"
Dumbledore's voice filled the room, "Although there was a slight mishap along the way, I think the event was still a great success."
The students cheered loudly.
"Professor, we want to come back next year!"
He looked at Fred and George, who had spoken the loudest, and said, "I personally agree wholeheartedly."
"Fire those School Board Member!"
"Agree!"
The twins made Draco so angry that his face turned green.
Dumbledore winked at them. "The School Board Member are all reasonable people. I'm sure they won't object."
"Professor, I still think it would be better to fire them!"
He smiled without saying a word, shook his head, and looked in the direction where the professors were.
McGonagall nodded slightly and stepped forward.
"It's almost noon now, we need to get back before dinner."
Percy was the fastest-reacting Prefect.
He quickly organized the Gryffindor students to pack up their tents.
In contrast, Marcus looked completely indifferent.
All the Slytherin students slept in Blaise Zabini's tents, so packing them up took a long time.
"Flint, we're all better now."
"Mind your own business, Weasley!"
The twins immediately ran over to cheer them on.
Those who loved watching the drama unfold walked alongside McGonagall on their way back.
First row, walking with the principal and vice-principal.
Some people felt schadenfreude, while others mourned for them.
Vincent walked along, listening to Harry tell stories.
He did set off to find the shadowy figure, but later discovered that it was actually an Acromantula.
He was led into the nest, but fortunately Dumbledore appeared in time, preventing him from becoming their food.
"You're so lucky!" Ron didn't notice the awkwardness on Harry's face.
"Next time, no matter what happens, you must tell me immediately."
Harry's expression was quite complicated. "I will, I definitely will."
Whether it was him or Dumbledore, Voldemort's name never appeared throughout the entire story.