The incident stemmed from Draco Malfoy, the protagonist of the second film, "The Warriors' Daily Life," who talked about Vincent's physical training on camera.
"I admit that Wayne's training has indeed made my body stronger, but we are wizards. Why resort to physical violence when magic can solve the problem? That's not wizarding at all."
As he was talking, Harry and Ron happened to pass by around the corner of the corridor in the distance.
The moment Gerry pointed the camera at the two of them, Draco's aristocratic demeanor vanished.
Although he still appeared elegant and composed, his tone had noticeably turned cold.
"Oh—yes, we can see that Mr. Potter has gotten a lot bigger, but I don't think that will be good for the game."
The moment Gerry turned the camera back on him, his aristocratic air returned.
"I know some wizards won't believe me, but I will prove them right."
After saying that, he walked confidently and calmly toward Harry.
"Potter, let's have a match."
Harry stared blankly at the camera. "Sorry, Malfoy, we have class later."
With his back to the camera, Draco said with a mocking expression, "Don't worry, I won't bother you for long."
That smug, punchable expression instantly sent Harry's blood pressure soaring.
"Won't disturb you for too long?" What does that mean? Does it mean the competition will end soon?
Not to mention Harry, even Ron almost swore on camera.
"Malfoy, we're busy."
Draco didn't even look at Ron. "Well, Potter, you must be eager to know the results of your hard training, right?"
"Okay," Harry agreed, frowning. "Where shall we compete?"
Draco glanced around. "Right here in the corridor, whoever falls first loses."
Harry nodded, took off his school robe and handed it to Ron, then started backing away.
When they were about the right distance, Draco turned around with a smile. "Mr. Will, would you mind being the referee for this match?"
"No problem." Gerry raised his hand to signal the two to get ready.
"Alright, let's begin!"
Draco watched with disdain as Harry charged toward him.
It's not like Wayne is a monster; no matter how fast you run, you can't escape his curse.
He quickly drew his wand and chanted the spell, "Stupefy!"
With a "whoosh," Harry dodged the orange spell that was being thrown at him.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Without thinking, Harry rushed towards the wall and kicked it with all his might.
Before the spell could hit him, he slammed his shoulder into Draco, knocking him down.
"Snap—" A small hole was punched in the ceiling by the Binding Charm.
Draco had just sat up when a wand suddenly pointed at his forehead.
Harry beamed with joy, "I won, Malfoy."
The contest did end quickly, but the result was not quite what Draco had expected.
Potter... how did Potter manage to dodge his spell and even deliver a hard shoulder bump?
No, it's not Potter! It must be that bastard Wayne in disguise!
Draco, his face contorted in disbelief, was unaware that Gerry's camera was pointed at him.
"Alright, Potter, I underestimated you." He brushed aside the wand pointing at his forehead and stood up. "Come on, let's have another match. This time I won't hold back."
"Pfft—" Ron couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He proposed the competition, and now that he's lost, he won't admit it and even wants another match. How shameless!
Harry put away his wand. "Malfoy, I told you we're in a hurry to get to class. If you want to continue the match, go find someone else."
Draco glared at him with venomous eyes. "What? Are you scared?"
Gerry then put down the recording equipment he was carrying. "Gentlemen, I don't need to say more about the result of the competition, do I? Mr. Malfoy, you were the first to fall, according to your rules—"
"It was my carelessness!" Draco stared intently at Harry. "I didn't expect Potter to charge at me so violently."
Gerry shook the recording equipment in his hand with a troubled expression. "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter has to go to class, so perhaps we—"
"Shut up!" Draco arrogantly raised his chin. "I said I want to have another match with Potter. You just stay on the sidelines and record the whole thing."
Gerry frowned at the young master's temper.
Just because you have a few stinking coins at home doesn't mean you can be so great. He was kind enough to stop recording, but you just don't know what's good for you, do you?
"Potter, I've seen through your barbarian methods. Don't even think about trying to cheat me this time!"
Draco always believed that Harry was on the same level as him, which is why he couldn't easily accept reality.
However, in Gerry's eyes, this behavior was simply relentless pestering.
He reluctantly picked up the recording equipment again, hoping it would calm the headstrong young master down a bit.
"Get out of the way!" Draco shoved the camera away forcefully. If Gerry hadn't reacted quickly enough, the recording equipment sponsored by Wayne Enterprises would have smashed to the ground.
Seeing this, Harry had no choice but to reluctantly agree to a second match.
Just as the two were about to begin, Vincent and Hermione turned into the hallway.
Draco's face instantly darkened.
He wasn't pretending; he really did lose to Potter. "Wayne, this is none of your business. Go and go to your classes with Granger."
Vincent looked at him and Harry, who were already in position, with a puzzled expression, and then looked at Gerry, who was carrying the recording equipment.
"Huh? You're having a competition?"
"Yeah." Ron glared at Draco angrily. "Harry won the first match, and Malfoy was upset and was planning to get revenge."
"Nonsense!" Draco glanced at Gerry, who was slowly approaching, and tried his best to keep his expression calm.
Continuing to argue will only backfire; his father will definitely find a way to cut out the part where he lost.
"Potter, you guys go to class, we'll compete another day."
One second he's a spoiled young master, the next he's an elegant gentleman.
Draco strode confidently past Vincent and Hermione, as if nothing had happened.
Gerry nodded to the four of them, then quickly followed, carrying the recording equipment.
Without a doubt, Draco was relying on his wealthy father to think he could cut out all the scenes that would have a negative impact.
In the past, when the Magical News Department didn't have a formal director and its internal management was in complete chaos, Lucius could have cut the script however he wanted.
But now that there's the incorruptible Barty Crouch, bribery is definitely not going to work, and even bringing out Fudge probably wouldn't be of much use.
Of course, things didn't go as Draco wished. "The Daily Life of the Malfoy Champion" was almost entirely uncut, presenting the young master's arrogance and domineering nature in its entirety.