Aesthetic Standards Twisted Beyond Normal Human Recognition

Not long after lunch began, the students gradually returned to the Great Hall.

Despite having spent the whole morning sightseeing, they still seemed reluctant to leave.

Especially third-grade students.

As for the first and second graders, they could only feel envious and jealous in their hearts.

Harry was carrying a dozen or so bags full of candy, apparently intending to share them with his classmates.

Ron also had a "trophy," a small wooden roller, which he probably bought for Scabbers to use for exercise.

Lately, it has been listless and reluctant to leave its dorm room.

Neville was also carrying several bags of candy, while James and Alfred each bought something.

Lavender and Parvati were gossiping.

Their voices were quite loud, and Hermione, who was standing nearby, heard them all.

As always, Percy and Penelope went to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop.

"A date..." Hermione muttered to herself as she ate the last bite of her sandwich.

She stood up and subconsciously looked in one direction.

Vincent wasn't there; he probably went to the Club Room.

When I got to the 5th floor, sure enough, they were doing warm-up exercises there.

"See? Wayne has done so many bad things. I told you he'd get his comeuppance sooner or later."

A discordant voice rang out from behind.

Hermione frowned and looked back.

The people in the school who most wanted Vincent to suffer were Snape and Draco, who was always getting beaten up.

He walked out of the luxuriously decorated Black Swan Club Room with a ruddy complexion, accompanied by two fat, pig-like henchmen.

"Draco, his teacher is Nicolas Flamel, the International Alchemical Association shouldn't dare to do anything to him, right?"

"Idiot! Wayne is going to take away their jobs, so no one's face matters now."

Crabbe and Goyle grinned and sneered.

Hermione clenched her little fists and stood in front of them.

She pursed her lips, looking very angry.

"Malfoy, do you think it's honorable to talk badly about people behind their backs?"

Draco paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.

He looked directly at Hermione, who was almost as tall as him, and said mockingly, "Ha, so you're Wayne's little tagalong."

"Buckteeth, do you really think you're some kind of hero? Get lost!"

Crabbe and Goyle laughed even harder.

Hermione bit her lip and didn't move aside.

Draco shoved her shoulder with a disdainful look. "Ugly woman, get out of my way!"

If you can't push it, you can do the same with a little force.

Just as he was about to increase his strength, Hermione suddenly grabbed his arm.

Stand sideways with your feet on the floor, use your waist and abdomen to pull down with your small hands.

Things happened so fast that Crabbe and Goyle hadn't even reacted before Draco had already given Hermione an over-the-shoulder throw with a "thud," sending him crashing onto the cold marble floor.

"Draco!" Crabbe and Goyle stopped laughing and hurriedly pulled him up.

Perhaps because the fall was too hard, or perhaps because he didn't understand what had happened, Draco's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Although everyone is about the same height, he is a stronger boy.

What makes this bookworm with Buckteeth so special?

Is it because he is too weak?

Draco's body trembled violently, and his fair face flushed red instantly.

"Feeling smug, huh! You filthy thing—"

"What happened?"

The voice was exceptionally familiar, and the tone was unforgettable.

It was him, the man leaning against the door of the Owl Court Club Room, Vincent, who seemed to have been watching the show for quite some time.

An unprecedented sense of shame welled up inside me.

The bastard near the door remained calm and collected, clearly not taking them seriously.

The ugly woman in front of him stopped frowning and smiled slightly, seemingly extremely happy.

Draco gritted his teeth to stop trembling.

Circumstances dictate that one must yield; one has no choice but to comply.

But he wasn't convinced.

I was kicked in the knee by a freshman girl right after the start of the semester, and today I was even thrown over the shoulder by Buckteeth.

The Malfoy Family is a noble, Pure-blood family; it would be incredibly ungentlemanly for them to argue with a woman.

So both of these scores should be attributed to that bastard Wayne.

"Hmm?" Vincent straightened up and walked over when no one paid any attention to him.

"Don't come any closer!" Crabbe and Goyle hurriedly shielded Draco behind them. "Wayne, we're not afraid of you!"

He truly is a loyal follower; he protected his boss immediately.

Vincent's expression was subtle.

He had just heard a "thump" outside, so he stopped his warm-up exercises and came out to check what was going on.

Hermione's chest heaved so much that Draco was being supported by his two henchmen like a fool.

Sigh—it's just that I got beaten up.

One should be more open-minded, so as not to easily get angry and flush one's fair face.

"Malfoy, what are you all so nervous about? I'm not here to beat you up."

Vincent stopped beside Hermione. "Are you alright?"

Hermione shook her head, avoiding his eyes, as if she felt a little guilty.

Given her personality, she wouldn't hit someone for no reason.

They didn't seem to be in the wrong; they were probably just getting used to it since it was their first time.

Vincent flexed his wrists, and Crabbe and Goyle shivered as if by conditioned reflex.

Enraged, Draco raised his hand and slapped them both on the back of the head twice. "You two idiots!"

Didn't you say you weren't afraid? How come you're such a coward now!

Crabbe and Goyle stood up straight with their chests puffed out and stomachs tucked in, looking aggrieved, but you could vaguely see a sense of perseverance in them.

"Pfft—" Vincent laughed out loud, quite unkindly.

He took a step forward, and Crabbe and Goyle shivered again.

Even a fool knows he's not someone to mess with.

Draco's chest heaved violently as he gasped for air.

"Wayne!" he clenched his fists. "This ugly woman's score is yours!"

Vincent glanced quickly at Hermione, then raised an eyebrow at him. "I see."

Crabbe and Goyle quickly grabbed Draco.

"Let me go!" He struggled a few times, "You two cowards, let me go!"

Stupid as he may be, cowardly as he may be, his two loyal henchmen still managed to drag him away, and their acting was quite convincing.

Vincent watched them walk away and then cautiously glanced at Hermione.

She lowered her head, and seemed to be pursing her lips.

Fourteen is the age when girls love to look good. What girl would be unmoved by being called "ugly"?

I should have kept quiet until the fight broke out, then given them a good beating.

"Ahem— Hermione, Malfoy is such a nasty jerk, but you're actually quite pretty, not ugly at all."

"Really?" Hermione's head drooped even lower.

Vincent nodded confidently, "Be confident. Malfoy spends all his time with poodles and shrews. His aesthetic sense has been severely distorted. He's no longer a normal person."

"Pfft—" Hermione suppressed a laugh and looked up to meet his deep blue eyes. "Parkinson and Boarst don't seem to have offended you, do they?"

"Um..." Vincent muttered softly, "It's not a matter of whether they're lazy or not anymore..."

A beautiful appearance is a dime a dozen, but an interesting soul is one in a million.

Pansy and Millicent are neither good-looking nor funny; they are the worst of the worst.

Let Draco enjoy this good fortune.