If it were last year, Hermione certainly wouldn't have made these guesses.
But after witnessing Vincent's actions firsthand, she had to admit that some wizards were indeed born with the blessing of magic twice over.
She didn't think it was unfair; on the contrary, she was filled with motivation.
Talent only means a different starting line.
She believes that with her own efforts, she will be able to significantly shorten the distance and eventually catch up with them completely.
"Has Wayne always been like this?" Luna pointed at Vincent trajectory in the sky resembled lightning.
"He always has been." Hermione hugged the notebook tightly. "Although it's hard to admit, he really is our best student."
The pride on her face seemed to come from the heart.
"Wayne gives me a very special feeling." Luna's tone was calm, as if stating a fact. "I find it hard to describe this feeling of wanting to pay attention to him without even realizing it."
Ginny looked at Vincent with surprise, who was still handling the twins with ease.
According to the latest ranking in "The Which Broomstick", the Rascal Rabbit is currently the fastest broom in the Wizarding World.
Wood, standing in front of the goal, was very pleased.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Gryffindor Quidditch Team will once again dominate the other three houses this year.
"Let's take a 15-minute break! After that, we'll practice teamwork!"
Upon hearing this, Fred and George quickly landed.
It was definitely tiring, but the key was that Vincent was very steady, and any interference they tried ended in failure.
"Dude, you fly that fast, you should be Seeker!"
"That's right! That way, you'll catch the Golden Snitch as soon as the competition starts."
Vincent picked up a towel and wiped the fine beads of sweat from his face. "Really? Then I'll tell Wood right now?"
The twins nodded their heads solemnly.
"I was just kidding." He folded the towel and put it away. "I really enjoy the process of scoring."
The three exchanged a smile, then looked mysteriously at the audience.
"Has she forgotten?"
"Very likely."
"Should we prepare a surprise?"
"Exactly one week left."
The focus of team training is on cooperation and awareness.
Vincent was up against six teammates.
The pressure increased exponentially, and he became more serious than ever before.
The first attempt ended in failure, but the following week's training session ended in a draw.
It was the same spot, and the same three girls.
Hermione's Alchemy is progressing rapidly, and she has already reached the dissolution stage.
Luna stopped hiding and sat down next to her very naturally.
Ginny watched them train while scribbling and drawing in her notebook.
As soon as training ended, Fred and George quietly went back.
Vincent went up to the audience seats. "Shall we go outside?"
Hermione put away her notebook. "I'm not going. I want to get to the 'separation' stage as soon as possible."
"This can't be rushed. You need to be careful to balance work and rest." He walked towards the castle.
A person's energy is limited, and she was unwilling to widen the gap.
If it's only for a day or two, it won't have a big impact.
The moment the three of them stepped into the Club Room, countless colorful fireworks exploded.
"Happy birthday, Miss Know-It-All!" George stood on a high platform made of stacked tables.
Today is September 19th, her 13th birthday.
Fred, standing nearby, gave him a gentle nudge. "What 'Miss Know-It-All'? She's Miss Granger!"
"Yes, yes, it's all the Old Bat's fault for always saying that~"
Cedric draped a very ornate cloak over her shoulders, and Rolf put a miniature princess headdress on her head.
Hermione was standing there stunned, was pulled into the Club Room by Ginny and Luna.
She rubbed her eyes, as if to confirm that what she was seeing was not a hallucination.
Gryffindor students came, and quite a few older students also came.
Her roommates Lavender and Parvati, were holding a cake.
The design is very exquisite, but the little figure drawn with chocolate on top is crooked and doesn't resemble her at all.
Vincent stepped forward. "If you hadn't gone back yesterday, we wouldn't have had to wait until now."
Percy, unlike his usual serious self, smiled as he placed a candle on the cake.
Thirteen is not an auspicious number.
Hermione's eyes were a little moist.
Before coming to Hogwarts, she didn't have a single real friend.
Apart from her family, no one else remembered her birthday.
"Let's blow out the candles first," Lavender and Parvati, who were holding the cake, as they stepped forward.
Her gaze swept over everyone in the Club Room, then she closed her eyes and made a long string of wishes.
Some have their own, and some have theirs.
After the candle was blown out, fireworks exploded in an instant, even more dazzling than before.
Hermione will never forget this day, the day a large group of friends celebrated her birthday.
There were no discordant voices, nor any unpleasant events.
She looked at Vincent, who seemed perfectly at ease, and said, "Thank you, thank you all—"
Tears streamed down her cheeks; these were tears of happiness.
"I told you she'd be touched!" Fred and George took out more fireworks and lit them.
Under the colorful starlight, Hermione's tear-streaked face smiled especially happily.
This is the first time, but it will never be the last.
Her mind replayed what Vincent had just said on the field.
Take a break now and then and show some care for the people around you.
The exquisitely designed cake in front of you must have been made by a pastry chef.
"This is something your mother made yesterday." Vincent handed her a serrated cake knife.
"Please don't blame us for taking the initiative."
"Of course not." Hermione gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands. "Did you draw this?"
"One person, one stroke; it's pretty ugly, isn't it?"
"No, it's absolutely beautiful!"
She carefully held the knife horizontally and separated the chocolate figure that was completely unlike herself.
Cedric took out the parchment, Fred and George provided the wooden frame, Rolf installed the glass, and Vincent conjured up intricate patterns.
Hermione hugged the photo frame tightly, saying, "This is the most precious gift I've ever received."
"Not necessarily," Fred and George stepped aside.
The beautifully decorated arena was almost entirely filled with gift boxes of various sizes.
"I will cherish them." She looked down at the photo frames in her arms.
The more she looked at the little figure above, the more pleasing it became to her eyes; the more it resembled herself.
"Alright, enough with the sentimentality!" Vincent raised his wand high. "Let the party begin!"
After uttering the incantation "Geminio," he found himself holding an identical cake.
"Shit!" Before Percy could react, his big face took a solid hit.
After wiping the cream off his eyes, he saw Fred and George's smirks.
"Wow~ Isn't that our vice president?!"
Percy, all white, roared and used the same Doubling Charm, holding a cake in each hand.
"You're all finished!"
The Club Room instantly became lively.
Cream flew everywhere and landed on Hermione's face, but it didn't get on the original cake.
She wasn't angry; she even called Vincent over and smeared cream on his face.
"You're repaying kindness with enmity!"
Today is my birthday.
"Okay, okay, apply whatever you want."