Things unfolded exactly as Draco had predicted.
Crabbe and Goyle, who were loyal henchmen, were cleaning the third-floor corridor during their lunch break when they were suddenly attacked by Dungbombs.
The culprit was not found, so Filch increased the punishment.
At dinner time, the twins were still brazenly playing with the Dungbombs.
"Damn it, how dare they be so arrogant!"
At the Slytherin table, an older student couldn't help but swear.
"They've come together—"
The newly appointed Quidditch captain, fifth-grader Marcus Flint, begins to analyze the current situation little by little.
Before today, Gryffindor was a pack of lions, each fighting their own battles.
But thanks to Vincent's response in the morning, those who should have already started fighting amongst themselves all turned their attention to Slytherin.
With no internal conflicts, they turned their attention to external threats.
"I dare say I have never seen Gryffindor like this before."
The muscular Marcus's silver fork began to Transfiguration little by little.
"Vincent Wayne, he's so calm, he doesn't seem like a Gryffindor at all."
Aside from a few not-so-bright students, the Slytherin students all gasped in shock.
Impulsiveness and irritability are characteristics of Little Lions.
For the first six years, Slytherin was able to steadily suppress Gryffindor, but they lacked a student who was calm enough to lead them.
The more Draco listened, the uglier his expression became.
He is an ambitious man.
But Vincent, who caused him trouble at their first meeting, seemed to have even greater ambitions than him.
The Owl Court Club is probably used to win over students.
With this force at play, even Muggle-born individuals can rise to power quickly.
If left unchecked, Wayne might one day lead a horde of Muggle in planes and tanks to take over the Ministry of Magic.
Draco, his face ashen, turned away and silently swore an oath while looking at the Gryffindor table.
Feeling the gaze Vincent turned around and met his determined eyes.
"Malfoy is up to his old tricks again."
Neville also turned to look. "Are they going to retaliate?"
"Definitely." Seeing the Little Snakes whispering among themselves, James quickly gestured to them with his eyes.
Harry, who was in an extremely good mood, was even happier to see Draco's embarrassed expression.
My prayers to the night wind last night were indeed effective.
"Ron, we have someone to thank."
The first-year students all turned their attention to Vincent had finished his meal.
"What about us?" The twins squeezed next to him.
Harry nodded very seriously, "Without the joy you brought to everyone, we probably wouldn't have made it through the previous period."
"We are brave and fearless, we are reckless and courageous, we are Gryffindor!"
Vincent's chants startled the Little Eagle and Little Badger.
Such blatant mockery prompted Marcus to swear on the spot.
Draco stood up and waved his little fist, trying to liven things up.
"We are strong and calm, we are elegant and self-possessed, we never regret, we are Slytherin!"
However, only a handful of people responded.
The main problem was that his emotions weren't right, and his demeanor wasn't as relaxed as the person opposite him who was standing on the long table.
The professors were taken aback by the enthusiastic scene as soon as they entered.
Snape had a dark expression on his face and looked very unhappy.
In contrast, McGonagall was in a very good mood.
Her slight dissatisfaction with the short essay vanished at that moment.
Sprout was clapping and seemed to be in a good mood.
Seeing the good atmosphere, Flitwick raised his wand and began to play music for the Little Lions.
The other professors didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Even Quirrell, who is usually timid and submissive in public, managed a rather forced smile.
"Oh, how touching." Dumbledore quietly wiped his eyes.
Gryffindor hasn't been this united in many years.
Vincent, the most eye-catching person in the entire Great Hall, successfully won a unique new title.
This emotional rendering,
This expression, movement, and tone of voice
That confident look...
He's practically the atmosphere manager at Hogwarts.
Starting that evening, the House Cup battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin officially began on campus.
Thursday.
Have you heard?
"Of course, it's such a big deal."
While eating in the Great Hall, several Hufflepuff students did not forget to discuss the day's battle situation.
This morning, led by Fred and George, Marcus, who looks like Troll, was ambushed and is currently receiving treatment at the Hospital Wing.
In the afternoon's first-year Flying Class, Draco was penalized 10 points by Madam Hooch for trying to organize Hogwarts' first flying competition and was expelled from class.
The twins did it very cleverly; only the parties involved suspected they were responsible.
I really envy their current situation—
A tall, handsome young man looked away from Gryffindor.
"Cedric, why don't you take the lead and join in?"
His gaze drifted somewhat away. "No, I can't do that."
The surrounding Little Badger were very understanding.
Hufflepuff dislikes fighting and can take things easy.
The atmosphere at the Ravenclaw Table was similar.
The learned Little Eagle would be better off learning one or two more spells instead of this.
"Gu Gu— "
A certain chubby little traitor has come to Qiu's place again to freeload.
"You can only eat a little bit."
She pushed her pork chops and stewed beef over to them.
It looked like it was sitting up, with its Gu Gu completely out of sight, as it stretched out its little head with great difficulty.
It stretched out for a long time, but still couldn't reach it.
"Here you go, little cutie." Qiu cut a small piece of pork chop and handed it over.
Gu Gu ate faster and faster, and after a hearty meal, she lay in her arms.
This sight made Vincent, who could barely be considered the owner, raise his hand to cover his face.
"That little traitor!"
His clenched teeth made Neville, standing next to him, instinctively frown.
Recently, Leif has been reluctant to show his face, probably because he feels he is not being treated well and is throwing a tantrum.
Harry and Ron, who also have pets, found it difficult to understand Vincent's feelings.
Hedwig would always grab a snack whenever she saw Gu Gu, as if she were paying protection money.
Scabbers is even more amazing; Gu Gu wants to pounce on it as soon as it sees it.
If it weren't for its "master," this owl would never be living such a comfortable life.
"I'll put it on a diet!"
Vincent has been talking about this since the start of the school year, and it seems that he has only occasionally had some low-intensity exercise.
"Keep it up," Harry said, but in his heart he was already considering whether to make the dormitory window smaller.
Ron shared the same idea.
Perhaps Gu Gu, the most honored owl at Hogwarts, has gotten used to the good food and wants a change of pace.