Head May Fall, but Hair Must Not Be Messed Up!

To become the number one Wizarding World, there must be many bitter experiences behind his success.

Vincent understood what Dumbledore meant.

"Magic is to me the same as guns and weapons; I will not abuse them, Professor."

"Of course I believe you."

Vincent immediately rolled his eyes. "Professor, I'm going to my Flying Class."

"Oh, do you need my help?"

"I'll do it myself." He opened the window and naturally reached out his hand.

Dumbledore's eye twitched slightly.

"The Rascal Rabbit Accio— "

With a "whoosh," a red and gold flying broom came to a steady stop outside the window.

"Professor, I'm off to class!"

Those portraits of people snoring with their eyes closed all opened their eyes, watching in horror as Vincent rode away on the Rascal Rabbit.

"Merlin's beard!" Phineas exclaimed angrily. "How dare he do this!"

Armando clapped his hands, "I was thinking all morning about whether he would leave in an even more outrageous way, and I didn't expect that only half a day had passed—"

"Shut up! He's openly defying the authority of the Hogwarts Headmaster!"

"The current principal isn't you, so why are you in such a hurry?"

In the portrait, Phineas blushed and stammered, unable to think of a way to refute.

"Be glad Wayne didn't exist in your time, Phineas ~"

Armando stuck out his tongue mischievously, "I guarantee that if he had been born a century earlier, he would have mobilized his students to drive you away."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

Even when he was a student, he didn't like the first headmaster in history who came from Slytherin.

"Bullshit! If he were my student, he would have been kicked out of Hogwarts long ago!"

"If he hasn't done anything wrong, what authority do you have to fire him?"

"Mind your own business!"

"A stubborn little old man."

Phineas turned his head as if his defenses had been broken, covering his ears and pretending that he couldn't hear anything.

Seeing Armando raised his little face as if he had won a victory.

The Headmaster's Office was bustling, and the grassy area where the Flying Class were held was also lively.

Vincent rode the Rascal Rabbit, skimming low over a small golden head below.

"Wayne!" Draco's meticulously styled hair, which he had spent half an hour styling, was now ruined by the wind.

With a ferocious expression, he rode his steed Sweeping Six Stars, and gave chase before Madam Hooch could arrive.

McGonagall was on the second floor of the castle, could only shake her head helplessly when she saw this scene.

There is a Flying Class in the first year, and the no-fly order does not apply to this lesson.

This situation should be resolved when I start second grade next year.

As soon as Vincent in the sky saw Madam Hooch emerge from the castle, he immediately accelerated his descent towards the ground.

Draco chased after him, crashing straight into the grass.

"Stop! Mr. Malfoy!"

He turned around and almost fell off the broom.

Vincent casually stepped to the side.

Thanks to the excellent performance of the Rascal Rabbit, Madam Hooch probably didn't see the scene that just happened when it landed.

If Draco were to reach out now, he would definitely throw Draco hard.

Unfortunately, I can't extend it, or she'll see it.

"Despicable!" Pansy ran over in a shrill voice.

This speed is even faster than that of Madam Hooch.

Vincent, looking completely innocent, took a half-step back with a hint of disdain. "Please keep a safe distance."

For every step Pansy took closer, he would take a step back.

Until her collar was lifted.

"I said stop, Miss Parkinson!"

Madam Hooch's hawk-like eyes swept towards Draco, who was holding him in his arms and had just Sweeping Six Stars Draco, not far away. "And you, Mr. Malfoy!"

From the very first Flying Class, these Slytherin have been causing trouble.

Vincent is such a kind child. If she were constantly being harassed, she probably would have already resorted to violence.

"Madam, I'm alright."

"Very good." Madam Hooch's sharp eyes swept over Draco and Pansy. "This is your last chance, you two."

If you disrupt my class again, I will definitely ban you from Flying Class.

"Madam, Wayne has—"

"Madam, I just came down from the Headmaster's Office when Malfoy rode up on his broomstick and crashed into me."

Draco's expression darkened further.

If his meticulously styled hair hadn't been messed up, he wouldn't have been so angry that he chased after him.

They're determined to suffer this injustice in silence.

Vincent, back in line, was treated like a hero.

Hermione gave him a sneaky kick, saying, "Great hero, what has Malfoy done to offend you this time?"

"No, I'm just in a bad mood."

She looked up at the Headmaster's Office at the top of the castle tower.

Is Dumbledore testing Vincent again?

"Sigh— Malfoy will have to transfer schools sooner or later because of you." (Biquge)

"You don't like it?"

Hermione gave him a cold look. "I like him very much, Mr. Lucky."

"I am honored, Miss Know-It-All."

"Is this your idea of an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth?"

Vincent nodded obediently, "Everyone is treated equally, no one is an exception."

Hermione, amused and exasperated, flew into the sky on her broomstick.

"You two are arguing again?" Neville asked hesitantly as he approached.

"No, look how happy she is."

"I always felt that she was angry."

"That must be your imagination."

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up as if he had just realized something.

Girls are so hard to understand, let's just treat them like boys.

Especially Hermione.

The Club Room of the Owl Court on the fifth floor.

Feeling dizzy and lightheaded, Higgs was finally able to crawl out from under the table.

He has endured humiliation and hardship to avoid being seen as a pervert.

When they returned to the Black Swan Club Room across the street, everyone inside had a long face, as dark as Snape's.

Not long enough, and not dark enough.

Higgs quickly dispelled the Disillusionment Charm. "What happened?"

Draco and Pansy both glared at him.

The big spender Blaise Zabini, shook his head at him, indicating that he didn't want to talk right now.

"It was Wayne." Daphne calmed herself down a bit and told him about the Flying Class.

How could this happen?

Higgs looked toward the opposite side where a large number of Little Lions were pouring in.

Vincent was still not there.

He shuddered. "Do you think it's possible that Wayne discovered me?"

"Impossible!" Marcus slammed his fist on the table in excitement. "I've fought him before. As long as you don't make a sound, he'll never find you!"

"But—" Higgs didn't finish his sentence.

Even if they don't want to, they have to admit that Vincent went easy on Marcus.

"That bastard!" Draco cursed angrily, grabbing paper and pen and writing furiously.

"Send it to my dad."

Crabbe solemnly accepted the scroll of parchment covered with dense writing, and went with Goyle to the Owlery to mail the letter.

"Draco?" Pansy asked on behalf of the group.

"My dad forbids me from going after Wayne," Draco explained calmly. "Then I'll go after his backer!"

"A powerful backer?" Blaise Zabini smiled slyly. "That can indeed solve the problem once and for all."