Saturday should have been a good day without classes.
However, the Black Swan Club was closed, and there was a piece of parchment that had been rewritten many times.
[Urgent Notice;]
Due to the incompetence of the club president and management, the club has decided to close the Club Room on the fifth floor effective immediately.
The new Club Room is located on the first floor of the castle, opposite Argus Filch's office.
Members, don't panic.
Chairman Malfoy is just having a mental problem; he's not planning to pack his bags and run away overnight.
We look forward to the return of the Black Swan and its ability to create a new legend that far surpasses its past achievements!
—Pansy Parkinson, the president's personal secretary
Qiu turned and looked into the Owl Court Club.
The six boys all seemed to be in a good mood, and appeared to be openly commenting on an urgent notice.
"You're so mean, buddy!"
"The Big Fat Goose Club has utterly disgraced itself. If I were Malfoy, I would be furious."
"Ha ha ha ha--"
Many students who were curious about the Black Swan Club turned to look at the source of the laughter.
Apart from the Gold Galleons, this club, forced to close, really couldn't beat the Owl Court.
In terms of overall strength, Draco is completely outmatched in every aspect.
In terms of member attractiveness, only Daphne can rival them.
In terms of overall quality, the friendly owl completely outshines the noble Black Swan.
"Excuse me, can we join your club?"
Vincent immediately stopped laughing, straightened his slightly disheveled collar, and stood up.
"Of course, please register here." He led the students to Percy with great gentlemanly manners.
"This is our vice president, who is mainly responsible for member verification."
Percy extended his hand. "Welcome to the Owl Court."
Slytherin boys' dormitory.
Crabbe and Goyle were taking turns banging on the door, while Draco sat on the bed with a gloomy expression.
Outside the door, led by Higgs, a large group of boys were pulling on a thick rope tied to the doorknob.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven—these thirty-six large brass locks were as if they were welded onto the door and door frame.
The situation in the girls' dormitories is also not optimistic.
Pansy has woken up, screamed, and fainted again about ten times.
Boys are more easygoing, while girls are very sensitive.
Waking up with a rainbow face is the least of my worries; I'd be devastated.
The other two roommates had already run away in fright.
Only Daphne, who didn't react much, sat by her bedside.
Those beautiful emerald green eyes held an undisguised resentment.
Combined with its pretty and delicate "smiling face," it looks incredibly eerie from any angle.
"Vincent Wayne— "
It doesn't matter who did it, it's all related to this person anyway.
The Black Swan was wrong; he was by no means a chivalrous person.
Daphne bit her lower lip and removed the small mirror that Pansy was clutching tightly in her hands.
"Cheer up! We can't let those Owls get away with this..."
She successfully brought the other person to their senses. "It was Wayne, he was the one who orchestrated it."
"That damn Mudblood!" Pansy's face was a jumble of seven colors.
"He couldn't possibly know where our dorm room is." Daphne looked thoughtfully at the door. "I can't imagine that someone betrayed us."
"Traitor? Ha—"
There is no more reasonable explanation than this.
There's a traitor in Slytherin!
At 2 p. m., Draco's bedroom door was finally opened.
He walked up to the fifth floor with a frosty expression, but couldn't hold back his emotions when he saw the emergency notice.
"Wayne!!!"
Vincent was hitting the punching bag in the ring, saw him storm in and threw a powerful punch with his right hand.
The sandbag, about half a person's height, was ripped open with a "hiss" sound, leaving a small hole.
Draco's eyelids twitched slightly, then he strode closer with an even more furious air.
"Wayne, so you're such a stingy person!"
Vincent jumped off the ring, saying, "I've never been a magnanimous person."
Higgs and Pucey blocked the twins from getting closer.
Crabbe and Goyle, both aching all over, stood in front of Cedric and Rolf.
"Despicable!" Draco clenched his fists, as if he were about to strike at any moment.
"You have no right to talk to me like that." Vincent glanced at the person standing behind him, who was wrapped up tightly.
Blaise Zabini, as the one who stood out, was the second most targeted person yesterday after Pansy.
"Wayne!" Marcus, standing next to Draco, stepped forward. "Do you dare to challenge me?"
He's a size bigger than Vincent, so it's not surprising he has that confidence.
"Excuse me for asking—" George tiptoed and rested his head on Higgs' shoulder, "Where does your confidence come from?"
All Gryffindor students know the Owl Court, which was originally a club that taught combat.
"Hmph!" Marcus snorted, then took off his coat and grinned. "Just some exchanges between clubs."
Wayne, you're not scared, are you?
"I did try to talk him out of it." George pulled his head back and looked at Fred. "It's Saturday today, Madam Pomfrey is bound to have something to say about it again."
"Pfft—I heard she's been in a bad mood lately, and the students who went to see her were having a terrible time."
"Shut up!" Marcus gave Draco a very subtle wink. "You damned bunch, you'll get your comeuppance sooner or later!"
"Flint!" Percy stood tall in front of him, chest puffed out. "Are you threatening us?"
"So what if I am, Weasley!"
Hermione, seeing the scene that looked like it could explode at any moment, instinctively turned her gaze toward Vincent.
He was very calm, and even had time to look at Daphne, who was wearing a mask, and Pansy, whose face was covered.
She suddenly remembered a reference from a comic book.
You can ambush and threaten Batman if you're his enemy, but you should never challenge him to a fight.
With everything he had prepared, Lord Wayne could even beat up Superman, who was wearing red underwear.
"Wayne, are you going to run away from this fair duel?"
"No." Vincent focused his attention on Marcus.
It's quite sturdy; it should be rock hard when you hit it.
"I'll be waiting for you here at 10 a. m. tomorrow."
Draco narrowed his eyes. "Not now?"
"There aren't enough spectators." Vincent glanced at him. "For friendly exchanges between clubs, we should at least invite the professors over, right?"
Marcus's pupils contracted instantly.
He originally planned to use some underhanded tactics to make the other side lose face in his own club.
With Blaise Zabini's Gold Galleons paving the way, the Black Swan joke will be overshadowed by the Owl Court.
A fair and square duel?
"Okay, we'll be there on time tomorrow."
Draco looked at him with surprise, but was relieved after receiving a confident look from him.
The heritage of Pure-blood Wizard family is something that Muggle-born individuals cannot match.
Although Dark Magic cannot be used under the professors' noses, the number of unbanned curses alone is several times greater than what is taught in school.