Vincent, standing on Mount Fuji again, did not immediately ski down.
He was waiting for everyone to arrive.
"Are you going to continue?" James, like Neville, shrank back.
"Hey Lao Wen, seeking thrills isn't like this, is it?"
"What's there to be afraid of?" Vincent shrugged. "We're all wizards, Abe Family lives at the foot of the mountain."
Alfred sat down and fastened his skis. "We're still Gryffindor students!"
Neville shook his little head. "I brought the Skele-Gro that my grandma prepared for me. If I fall from there, I shouldn't lose all my bones like Malfoy did."
Everyone at Hogwarts remembered those soft, flabby arms.
They had all seen the photos Colin had taken and were well aware of how serious the consequences were.
"Wayne! I'm up!" Kenny jumped up.
He was panting heavily. "Let's have another skiing competition, huh? I definitely won't lose to you!"
No wonder they were assigned to the adventurous Thunderbird House; just like Gryffindor, they don't like to consider the consequences.
"Let's go then." Vincent fastened his skis and stopped at the edge of the slope.
Kenny also chose snowboarding. "Want to make a bet?"
"OK."
"If you lose, you'll have to call me Brother Kenny from now on!"
Vincent smiled at his confident face. "No problem."
"If you lose, just bring me a piece of Snakewood that is at least 3 inches in diameter and over 20 inches long."
Hermione and Daphne exchanged a glance.
Jormungandr's horn is too big; perhaps only the Snakewood Tree at the entrance of Ilvermony School has a matching branch.
Kenny deftly slid to the side, "No magic allowed! Anyone who goes back on their word is a little dog!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he used the momentum to take the lead and set off.
Vincent calmly turned to the side and asked, "Do you want to participate?"
"Me!" James quickly fastened his skis, leaned on his ski poles, and went to him.
"If I get down the mountain before you, you have to give my comic book back!"
"No problem."
Alfred slid over excitedly, "Old Wen, I want all your class notes from before graduation!"
"No problem at all."
Seeing that the two of them had also set off first, Cedric's long-dormant competitive spirit was reignited.
He didn't make any requests, he just stood quietly to the side.
Vincent understood his gaze.
Neville and Rolf joined in, but neither of them made any demands.
"And you?" Vincent looked at the girls who were already dressed.
"I didn't—"
"She has it!"
Hermione answered for Daphne, "We haven't decided yet. We'll tell you when we do."
"Okay, anything I can do is fine."
Marietta seemed a little excited. "My request isn't unreasonable. I just want a new Gwent card made specifically for me."
"I will design the card design and effects carefully."
When it was Qiu's turn, she acted a little awkward.
"I—I want you to stop bullying Gu Gu and give it more treats."
Everyone else is thinking of themselves, but the demands she makes are not.
Rolf noticed that Cedric's determined gaze suddenly softened.
If I'm not mistaken, the answer has been found.
"Wow! What are you betting on?" Jennifer, who had just come up, was particularly excited.
"Whoever gets down the mountain faster than me, I will grant them one request."
Her face flushed with excitement. "If I win, can you be my boyfriend for a day?"
"But—" Vincent stared blankly at her, "Are you sure Kenny won't be jealous?"
"He dares!"
"All right."
If you agree to these requests, wouldn't you be willing to agree to even more outrageous ones?
Rinne, full of fighting spirit, glided over to him using her ski poles.
"If I win, you can beat Kenny so badly he ends up in the hospital!"
Whether from an emotional or rational perspective, Vincent had no reason to refuse.
They stood in a row of 10 people, more than 5 minutes after Kenny false-started.
"Preparation,
Set off!"
Right at the start, Neville lost a ski pole because he was too nervous.
Vincent, slowing down, handed over new ski poles. "Relax. As long as you don't hit any obstacles, there's a thick layer of snow to cushion your fall."
When he looked back ahead, he found that he had already left them quite a distance behind.
Rinne was at the very front, and her aura was even stronger than Kenny's from before.
Next is Cedric, and then Hermione.
The first two were alright, but I didn't expect her to be this hardworking.
They're only down by a little over 5 minutes; it's entirely possible for them to catch up.
Vincent shifted his body to the side, holding his skis upright and aiming them at a steep slope.
He leaped high into the air and, upon landing, used the momentum to accelerate significantly.
In less than half a minute, they had already passed Rolf and Marietta.
After another steep slope, they caught up with Daphne and Qiu.
Jennifer followed closely behind Hermione when she suddenly saw a dark shadow crash heavily in front of her.
"A generous gift of crabs!" she swore in a very unladylike manner.
When they were gliding toward her and Kenny earlier, they weren't going this fast.
He leaped high up the steep slope, already surpassing Hermione.
Vincent is still Vincent, always managing to surprise people.
Being able to be her boyfriend for even a day is such a great deal!
She mimicked his movements, trying to use inertia to increase her speed.
However, it failed to maintain its balance upon landing.
With a "splat," Jennifer quickly braced herself against the snow and got up.
If the ski pole falls to the bottom, it will be more difficult to maintain balance without it.
"Whoosh—" Marietta glided past her.
They were already out of sight, making it completely impossible to catch up.
But she didn't give up, picking up her ski poles as Rolf passed by.
Hermione, who was suddenly overtaken by Vincent from the sky, was not angry at all; on the contrary, she felt a sense of relief.
He had already passed Cedric and wasn't far from Rinne.
She didn't know the Guinness World Record for fastest, she only knew that he was definitely the first one to come down the mountain.
Feeling the whistling wind in her ears, she unconsciously began to speed up.
The boys are very competitive, and the girls are just as competitive.
That should be... right?
Before the Italy tourists could even react to the three figures skiing past in the distance, they were startled by Vincent's sudden acceleration from above.
"Mama mia—"
Wait, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a black down jacket?
Has this young Europe barbarian reached the top?
Impossible. Maybe he saw no one around and took it out of his suitcase.
???
To ensure strength, snowboards are always made from a single piece of wood.
But how can a suitcase fit if it's not folded?
There is only one reasonable explanation: they placed a lot of skis on the mountaintop.