Gabrielle eventually learned about the rumors spread by the Black Swan.
The incident started because the boys from Beauxbatons lost, and although the loss wasn't particularly bad, it was still a huge blow to them.
They had barely returned to the carriage when they brazenly began speaking ill of Vincent in the hall.
Gabrielle couldn't stand it and was scolded before she could even explain herself.
"Don't bother explaining, your sister isn't a good person either."
"Why? Why isn't she a good person?"
"She knew Wayne had a girlfriend and still invited him out. What kind of good person is she?"
"My sister... she had her reasons."
"What difficulties could he possibly have? In short, Wayne is a womanizing scumbag, so don't bother us anymore!"
Gabrielle returned to her room in tears, and when Phoebe came back and learned what had happened, she gave them all a good scolding.
She changed a lot during her time at Hogwarts; she certainly wouldn't have been so "rude" if it were the old her.
Although it violated Beauxbatons' rule of always maintaining elegance, the feeling of getting revenge so quickly was really satisfying.
The next day, the way they looked at Phoebe changed.
It was a rather contradictory look in his eyes, as if fear was mixed with anger, or resentment with terror.
In short, they dare not offend Phoebe and Gabrielle now; even if they want to say bad things, they have to do so discreetly from a distance.
To Madame Maxime, this meant that her Champion had finally gained their approval.
She didn't ask why, and the boys didn't complain to her.
A few days later, Vincent finally had some free time and could continue drawing new maps.
Although there may be one or two challengers from time to time, this turmoil is far from over.
That evening, while Vincent was training Harry's physical fitness, a fair-skinned Slytherin senior walked slowly towards the ring and sat down at a small round table next to it, where two school robes were placed.
Hermione at the next table immediately became alert and stopped chatting with Daphne.
What was bound to happen has finally happened.
After this senior student took action, many more girls will surely follow suit.
After training, Vincent habitually jumped down from the table where his school uniform was placed, and the senior student had already picked up his uniform and handed it to him.
"Wayne, you've worked hard."
Vincent paused for a moment, then thought to himself, "This is bad."
There's no way to escape it; after all, so many eyes are watching.
"Thank you." He politely accepted the school uniform.
The senior student's fair face flushed slightly. "Wayne, I'd like to ask you to be my dance partner, is that alright?"
She was a little shy but full of confidence, and seemed determined to win.
Vincent shook his head with a troubled expression. "I'm sorry, I already have enough dance partners. I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it."
"It's alright." The senior student gave a particularly beautiful smile. "I'm already content just to dance with you."
Well, I've met a master.
High-level hunters often appear as prey; the more humble they are, the easier it is for their "prey" to lower their guard.
Unfortunately, she encountered Vincent, whose heart was completely unmoved by her little tricks.
"Thank you for the invitation, senior. However, as a proper gentleman, I will not neglect any of my dance partners. Four dance partners would be clearly beyond my capabilities."
Upon hearing this, the senior subconsciously bit her lip, probably because she hadn't expected Vincent to refuse again.
"Senior, if there's nothing else, I should go back to my dorm to wash up and rest."
He walked slowly on purpose, his tall and upright figure conveying a resolute determination that needed no further explanation.
As soon as his figure disappeared, all the girls in the Club Room turned to look at Hermione and Daphne.
The rejected senior was very close to them, her gaze filled with hostility.
Harry, still in the ring, was incredibly embarrassed.
In this situation, continuing is not an option, nor is staying still.
While he was filled with anxiety, Hermione suddenly stood up.
She calmly met their hostile gazes. "Don't look at me like that. If you have any issues with me, you're welcome to come and find me anytime."
The senior's smile turned cold. "Really? What if it's now?"
Hermione promptly took off her school robe and tied her hair up with a black rubber band.
She walked to the front of the ring, gently grabbed the ropes with her small hands, and nimbly flipped herself onto the ring.
She gently beckoned to the senior students below her with her small hand, "Let's begin."
"Gulp—" Harry swallowed hard, then jumped off the ring as fast as he could, giving them space.
With such a big event happening, the twins naturally wouldn't be absent.
They broadcast the entire "duel" live to their friends using Magical Communicator.
Inside the Beauxbatons carriage,
Phoebe and Gabrielle, who were staying in the room, finally witnessed Hermione's power.
Unlike Vincent's simple and brutal approach, her physical Disarming Spell is full of skill.
Less than half a minute had passed when she pointed the stolen wand at her senior's forehead.
She turned her head and looked directly at the girls below the ring, as if the defeated senior student didn't exist.
"Next."
The voice wasn't loud, but it was full of intimidation.
Even the Delacour sisters, who weren't there, were stunned, let alone the students in the Club Room.
George's hand, holding the Magical Communicator, trembled slightly. "Merlin's womanizing scumbag! Is she on her way to becoming the Big Sister Head of Hogwarts?!"
Fred, dumbfounded, pinched Cedric's arm, who was sitting behind him.
"Aww—"
"This can't be a dream! This is fucking awesome!"
After a brief silence, a chubby third-year student from Ravenclaw walked up the stairs with heavy steps.
Hermione kicked her wand away with a side kick, and then a small but powerful fist stopped in front of her nose.
"Next."
The Slytherin upperclassman finally came to her senses.
She quietly bent down to pick up her wand that had fallen to her feet, as if preparing to launch a sneak attack.
"Careful!"
The twins alerted Hermione, who took her wand from the pocket of her skirt, which was enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm, and began to chant the Disarming Spell at a faster pace.
The senior's wand came back into her hand, but she tossed it aside without even looking at it.
One by one, the girls stepped onto the ring. Compared to the boys' wide-ranging movements, their actions were much smaller, and they seemed somewhat flustered when Hermione suddenly rushed over.
An hour later, the Club Room returned to calm.
The girls had no objections at all, although everyone knew it was only on the surface.
Hermione held onto the ropes with her left hand and untied her long brown hair from behind her head with her right, the loose strands still hanging in the air, as she gracefully jumped off the ring.
"Girls who want to do some post-meal exercise can come find me at the same time tomorrow."
After saying that, before anyone could react, she picked up her school uniform and quickly left the Club Room.
Vincent was leaning against the wall waiting for her in the hallway by the door.
"Not bad, Big Sister Head Hogwarts."
Hermione pouted slightly, "It's all because of you that I've caused all this trouble."
Vincent leaned closer to her and put one arm around her waist. "How can you blame me? I was just trying to help a friend."
"Cough cough—"
The two looked behind them and saw Daphne rolling her eyes.
Hermione's gone; she can't stay as her second target for long.
"Mr. Wayne, if you want to be intimate, could you please find a secluded place? This is a public place."
Vincent raised his hands. "Okay, this time it was my fault."