If it weren't for Dumbledore's signature guaranteeing the Owl Club, Malfoy would have opposed everything he said.
Draco's raised chin made Harry involuntarily frown.
Ron glared at him from the side, "Nobody will join your club, Malfoy!"
"I'm in!" Crabbe and Goyle both chuckled awkwardly.
Ron blushed as he was humiliated on the spot.
"I'm not joining anyway!"
Harry quickly pulled him to sit down.
Although Quirrell, still trembling with fear, didn't say anything, this kind of disruption of classroom discipline had a bad influence.
Ron did sit down, but his eyes remained fixed on Draco.
Hermione, who was sitting next to her, felt that this oblivious behavior was very familiar.
She turned her gaze to Vincent on his hand.
That serious disease is actually contagious!
"Are you scared? Weasley!"
Draco acted as if Quirrell didn't exist, spewing out a string of sarcastic remarks.
Slytherin's points have been wiped out, so dragging Gryffindor down with them isn't a bad deal.
Impulsive Little Lions couldn't possibly swallow this insult.
Seamus, his face covered in soot, stood up. "I dare to join, but do you dare to agree?"
Draco glanced at it dismissively. "I will not allow Troll to appear in my club."
The lowest grade at Hogwarts, T, refers to Troll.
Seamus, his face a dark reddish-brown, grabbed his wand. "You shouldn't have said that, Malfoy!"
Just as a fight was about to break out, Quirrell bent down and stood up, saying, "Classroom rules—fighting is prohibited."
His right hand trembled violently, as if he were about to release the magic wand at any moment.
"Did you hear that?" Draco, sitting firmly in his chair. "Finnegan, whose brain is full of coal dust!"
"Hahaha—" Crabbe and Goyle laughed arrogantly.
Feeling completely disrespected, Quirrell trembled even more violently.
Judging from the current situation, he seems to be planning to continue to endure it.
Vincent smiled and met his evasive gaze. "Professor, are you alright?"
"No—it's nothing."
Crabbe and Goyle both stopped laughing at the same time.
Draco reluctantly withdrew his gaze.
"Wayne, I thought you'd always be a coward!"
Vincent had no intention of responding to this provocation.
But he couldn't pretend that the scheme to Gryffindor's points hadn't happened.
"Malfoy, I don't have the courage to openly break classroom rules."
Seamus quickly sat down.
Crabbe and Goyle, both under the watchful eyes of many, instinctively looked towards Draco.
He glanced at Quirrell, who was on the verge of tears, and said, "Professor, none of us stood up like Weasley and Finnegan."
After successfully dragging Gryffindor, he looked at Vincent provocatively once again.
"Slytherin and Gryffindor both deducted 5 points."
Quirrell carefully put away his wand, his hands trembling. "Class dismissed."
After saying that, he swayed as if he had collapsed from exhaustion.
"Ha—" Draco stood up with a long, drawn-out sound, and led his two underlings out of the classroom with a triumphant air.
Perhaps he didn't think he had done anything wrong, but Harry still couldn't condone this method.
In essence, the Sorting Hat's judgment was correct.
"Damn Malfoy!"
Ron, clenching his fists, launched into a tirade against the other party after all the Slytherin students had left.
He seemed oblivious to his own mistake, his tone gradually becoming more forceful.
"He only managed to hit me last week by sneaking up on me..."
In his words, Draco became not only a synonym for despicable, but also a scoundrel whose every word reeked of stench.
Just as more and more people joined the condemnation, Vincent quietly followed Quirrell out of the classroom.
"Professor, please wait a moment—"
"Ah! It's you, Wayne."
Quirrell patted his chest lightly like a startled Little White, "Y-you, is there something you need?"
"Professor, I have to apologize to you."
Vincent bowed sincerely, "If this happens again, you can deduct points as you please."
Quirrell, whose smile seemed a little unnatural, glanced at the mask he was wearing.
"I know what to do, Mr. Wayne."
"I hope this helps you, Professor."
Vincent goodbye politely and left.
Quirrell watched his disappearing figure, his ears still ringing with the clamor from the classroom, and with a somber expression, looked out the window at the forest beyond the castle.
In the afternoon, Flying Class.
As soon as Madam Hooch blew her whistle, about thirty flying brooms took off one after another.
Draco deliberately flew higher than Vincent.
His arrogant, smug face clearly showed he was up to no good.
But after what happened that morning, the Little Lions just glared at him with wide eyes.
"A bunch of cowards!"
He landed steadily in front of Vincent. "Wayne, do you dare to compete with me?"
"Not interested."
After making a few sarcastic remarks, he flew to the other side.
"Weasley, do you dare to compete with me?"
Ron was about to agree when Harry refused first.
"Potter, you'll only become more and more cowardly if you follow them."
"I won't, Malfoy."
Draco casually turned his back. "My club will always reserve a spot for you, Potter."
Before Ron even started cursing, he had already flown towards Slytherin.
The method was a bit clumsy, but the effect was quite good.
Driven to the brink of mental collapse, only Vincent and Harry of the Gryffindor successfully performed the roll demonstrated by Madam Hooch.
On the Slytherin side, there were as many as five people.
Two against five, and we lost.
"Boring." Vincent completely ignored Draco's second challenge.
Same place, same time.
A second blossoming of glory?
This is probably just another one of their old tricks!
"Tsk tsk, you're such a disappointment, Wayne ~"
"Saturday night, the Trophy Room," Draco said in a high-pitched, childlike voice as he swaggered away. "I'll be there until midnight."
Vincent didn't even need to think to know that this low-level provocation wasn't aimed at him, but at the group of Little Lions whose anger levels were all off the charts.
Seamus and Dean, in particular, whispered something as they left together.
"Aren't you going to do something?" Hermione hurriedly followed behind him. "Malfoy is clearly trying to make us make mistakes."
Vincent suddenly stopped and shrugged helplessly at her. "I know, but if they don't grow, they'll fall for it again next time."
Cooling down will only make the flammable and explosive Gryffindor explode even more thoroughly in the future.
The Little Lions, who used to be carefree with plenty of resources, are now finding it really difficult to unite.
Hermione lowered her head helplessly. "You're as calm as a Slytherin."
"Thank you for the compliment." Vincent stepped into the castle. "You're not like Gryffindor in the traditional sense either."
She looked up and glared at him. "I just hope that those who want to leave won't be isolated like I was."