On the morning of February 14, Vincent's dormitory was placed on high alert.
Based on last year's experience, as soon as they leave the boys' dormitory, those crazy girls will swarm around them immediately.
"You guys are exaggerating a bit too much." Vincent looked speechlessly at his three roommates' gleaming silver armor.
No wonder Filch was yelling so loudly last night; something was missing from the armored corridor on the fourth floor.
James opened the visor on his helmet. "Old Wen, what do you know? This is called a three-dimensional defense system. Once we put it on, no one will be able to recognize us."
Vincent tapped his armor lightly. "Where's Filch?"
James pulled his mask off. "If Filch catches me, I'll just be locked up for one night at most. But if those girls catch me, it'll be over."
Neville, holding his helmet, nodded in agreement.
Vincent shrugged dismissively. "I have a girlfriend now, so I can't possibly be as big as I was last year."
Alfred gestured for him to look at the owls that kept flying in through the window delivering gifts. "Old Wen, you still have the title of 'Hogwarts' number one scumbag,' and they still came in a big swarm to invite you to be their dance partner."
The witches outside the school are understandable, but the girls inside the school shouldn't be like they were last year.
James staggered back to his bedside. "Old Wen, you're a big name in the Wizarding World now, your popularity is almost on par with Lockhart back in the day."
He tossed the Witch Weekly from the bedside table at him. "If it weren't for the Big Sister Head stopping them for you, would you have been this carefree recently?"
Vincent caught the weekly magazine and threw it back at him. "Alright, you guys better not regret it if Filch catches you."
He walked towards the dormitory door. "I'm going to wash up first. See you in the Great Hall later."
The door had barely opened when he slammed it shut again with incredible speed.
My roommates were right. Although they didn't look closely, there were at least five or six girls standing outside.
While James and his two companions were still wondering what was going on, a sudden "bang bang bang" knocking sounded at the door.
"Don't open the door!" Vincent called out to Neville. "They... they're here."
Scenes from last year flashed through the minds of the three armored figures.
From blocking the dormitory entrance to blocking the dormitory room door, next year they might be breaking in.
It's all the fault of the school's Founders; they should have treated everyone equally and banned girls from entering the boys' dormitories.
As the knocking grew louder, Vincent felt like it was all unreal.
He pinched his thigh hard, and the pain brought tears to his eyes.
This isn't a dream; this is actually reality.
"Vincent, open the door!"
"We've all seen you, please come out quickly—"
As soon as the girls' voices rang out, Vincent had already jumped onto the windowsill.
"Old Wen!" James tossed him his Alder Wand. "Remember to hide it well!"
"Thanks." Vincent caught the wand, leaped into the air, and disappeared into the bleak, cold wind.
The knocking continued. The three women exchanged glances and finally decided to notify Hermione, the Big Sister Head of Hogwarts and the only one who could keep them in check.
About ten minutes later, the commotion outside finally stopped.
"Knock knock—it's me, they've already left."
Neville cautiously opened the door a crack, and only dared to open it fully after confirming it was Hermione.
She didn't go into the dormitory. "I'd better get out of here quickly, I'm not sure if they'll come back."
The three of them shivered and couldn't wait to leave the dormitory.
James, who was at the back, asked curiously, "Big Sister Head, isn't it annoying that Old Wen is always flirting with women like this?"
Hermione smiled and shook her head. "The greater the fame, the greater the troubles, and besides, he didn't do it on purpose."
James gave her a thumbs up. "Amazing! Big Sister Head, your awareness is much higher than theirs. Old Wen is really lucky."
If it were any other girl, she would probably be extremely jealous and wouldn't care about her roommates' well-being.
Hermione raised her chin slightly. "Alright, you have classes this morning, so go and get ready."
After the three of them left the boys' dormitory, she walked into the room with a smile and sat on Vincent's bed.
What should you do if your boyfriend is blocked at the door? Of course, you should assert your ownership openly and honestly.
The girls who came later saw that the door was not closed and walked into the dormitory with excitement.
"Good morning." Hermione's smile seemed particularly eerie to her.
"Senior, are you up so early to see someone?"
"No... no, I went to the wrong door."
I've successfully completed the first one. I wonder how many I can finish before class starts?
"Good morning, junior." Hermione smiled at the girl in front of her who had just entered and quickly hid the envelope behind her back.
"Excuse me, are you here to find someone?"
On the streets of London,
Vincent, dressed in his pajamas, wandered aimlessly down the street.
Hogwarts Castle isn't very big; it's safe enough to hide someone there.
However, there is always a risk of being discovered, so it's safer outside the school.
As he walked, he came to Oxford Street.
Since we're already here, let's go home and visit.
The two bodyguards Night Wraith and Nightmare Killers, were already up. They were just surprised to see him, and after greeting him, they began their daily training.
"Mom and Dad, I'm home!"
Eric, who was reading the newspaper at the dining table, looked at me with a look of utter disbelief. "You brat, weren't you staying at school? Why did you suddenly come back?"
Evelyn poked her head out of the kitchen. "Still in her pajamas? Did they get kicked out?"
Vincent sat down with a pout. "No, I ran away on my own."
He briefly recounted what happened that morning, and when he mentioned being blocked at the door by a girl, Eric burst into laughter without any restraint.
"Serves you right! I knew this day would come!"
Evelyn glared at her. "Don't listen to your father's nonsense. Being too popular isn't necessarily a good thing, but it's definitely not a bad thing either."
Vincent understood this, and he could only force a smile. "Mom, do you think if I had been more discreet, this wouldn't have happened?"
Eric rolled his eyes at him. "Low-key? You've never known what low-key means since you were a kid."
Recipient of the Order of Merlin, First and Second Class Order of Merlin; recipient of the Order of Glory of the Magical Congress; apprentice of the legendary alchemist Nicolas Flamel; the largest board member of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; founder of Gwent; chairman of Wayne Enterprises...
With such a long list of titles, it's impossible for him to keep a low profile even if he wanted to.
Evelyn returned to the kitchen and brought out freshly baked toast. "Have breakfast first. Since you're home, get some rest. Go back to school tomorrow."
Vincent took the toast she offered and took a bite.
The taste was the same as before, but he felt it was especially delicious today.