Despite saying no, Fred and George still managed to get Vincent a fairly reliable schedule.
As the eldest daughter of the Greengrass Family, Daphne usually spends time with her best friend Pansy after meals.
They were either in the Black Swan Club Room or in the Slytherin Common Room.
Today is Sunday, and when Draco and Blaise Zabini came over, she was just going upstairs with Pansy.
When Vincent entered the Club Room, there were several older students besides the two of them.
"Wayne!" Pansy stood up reflexively. "What are you doing here!"
"Let's take a look around." He sat down opposite Daphne. "Don't you welcome me?"
"Get out of here!"
"I didn't ask you."
Pansy slammed her small hand on the table. "Don't even think about it! She won't listen to you!"
"Is that so?" Vincent's deep blue eyes met the pair of Winky eyes opposite him.
"Wayne, get out of here right now!"
Daphne's little hands clenched tightly under the table. "You—you came to see me, is there—something wrong?"
"Your sister, Astoria Greengrass."
She met his gaze. "My sister? What are you going to do to her!"
"Exchanging life for life."
Pansy suddenly leaned down and stepped between the two, "Enough! If you don't get out—"
"You're so long-winded." Vincent placed his Alder Wand on the table. "Come on, tell me a time and place."
"Pansy— "
"Ignore him, Daphne!" Pansy had just drawn her wand when it fell to the ground as if it had been hit by something.
"I'm in a hurry, could you be quiet for a moment?" Vincent didn't move his gaze.
"You may not believe me, but Albus Dumbledore and Nick Flamel?"
Daphne gradually calmed down. "Prove it to me."
"As you wish." Vincent gripped his wand and stood up, meeting the fierce gazes of a large group of older students around him.
The tip of the Alder Wand pointed to the ceiling painted with Black Swan, and under Daphne's incredulous gaze, he uttered a spell.
"Expecto Patronum— "
The moment the Suanni appeared, it immediately made those older students realize where the gap lay.
Even their parents might not know this ancient incantation, and even if they could manage to unleash it, it would mostly just be a cloud of silver steam.
Patronus in its complete form is a sign of extraordinary magical ability.
"Wayne!!!" Draco's roar came from outside.
The students at the entrance consciously parted to allow him to see the Suanni Patronus, sitting on Vincent's shoulder.
"This is impossible!"
"Is that enough?" After receiving Daphne's nod, Vincent turned to face him.
Nothing is impossible.
Draco and Blaise Zabini, who came in with him, both had ferocious expressions on their faces.
Their happiness was short-lived, as reality slapped them hard in the face again.
Convergence point?
They came directly to cause trouble.
I'm sure I'll get a beating today, but I don't know how long I can hold out.
"What happened?" another voice rang out from outside.
So familiar, so melodious.
Draco quickly pointed at Vincent, "Professor Lockhart, this violent maniac is going to hit someone!"
"Huh?" Lockhart strode forward, his eyes fixed on the stunned Suanni Patronus.
"Vincent, is this yours?"
"It's obvious."
He scanned the students one by one with a complicated expression.
Everyone was surprised, and everyone had their own little thoughts.
The Owl Court has many members, and the reason Black Swan is not afraid of them is entirely due to the foundation of Pure-blood family.
Ancient magical spells, extensive connections, and resources.
There's nothing wrong with Slytherin students pursuing greater interests.
Now, the scales are balanced.
Vincent, what brings you here?
"Come and take a look." Vincent Suanni Patronus on his shoulder with the tip of his staff, dissipating it into specks of golden light in the air.
"Professor Lockhart, I was just sending my Patronus out to protect me."
There was a large group of people around, which didn't seem like they were there to fight.
But neither Draco nor Daphne clearly believed this.
"It was written in today's newspaper—"
"That's slander!" Vincent said with utter disgust. "Professor, you should know exactly how that feels."
Lockhart seemed to have a huge weight lifted from his heart. "That's right!"
I retract my opinion from yesterday regarding Miss Skeeter; she simply had a sudden pang of conscience.
As "victims," we can naturally understand the feeling of being "slandered."
"Professor, may I go back now?"
"Of course." Lockhart straightened his chest unconsciously.
He felt obligated to teach his students how to distinguish between rumors and how to think independently.
And it has to be as soon as possible, it absolutely has to be fast.
Vincent glanced at Daphne and walked out of the Club Room under the watchful eyes of a dozen pairs of people.
"Children, I am heartbroken!" Lockhart clutched his chest after he left.
"You've been deceived! By some people with ulterior motives!"
Separated only by a corridor, Vincent could clearly hear his admonition.
"They really don't let any opportunity slip by."
"Not willing to let go of any opportunity?" Hermione sat near the door, staring at him suspiciously.
"An opportunity to promote myself." Vincent's eye twitched.
Not only was she there, but Fred and George, Cedric and Rolf were also there.
"Dude, you failed?"
"I did it."
George walked up to him and circled around. "Did you shrink her? Or did you hide her with Disillusionment Charm?"
"Which 'her'?"
Fred gave him a wicked elbow, "Don't pretend, didn't you kidnap the Greengrass Family's young lady?"
"What!" Vincent looked at Hermione, who had her head hanging low.
"Why would I bring her back? Now is not the time."
Cedric stopped laughing. "Then what did you bring back?"
Aside from her, it seems like there's nothing else useful to us, right?
"Mhm." Rolf nodded seriously. "So what if we failed? We can just go together next time and bring her back even if we have to tie her up."
Vincent felt a little dizzy.
After all, they are students, so it's normal for them to make a specific connection.
That's right, he just used Daphne's matter to take away their Black Swan Club, and even something that certain Pure-blood family have always been proud of.
Grindelwald is past his prime, Dumbledore is old, and Voldemort has completely disappeared.
Maximizing profits is the goal; if you can't beat them, join them.
Once this idea takes hold, it will be a good thing for the Owl Court if, when dealing with the Greengrass Family in the future, even a small number of Slytherin students change their minds.
If even one more person officially joins, it would be a fantastic thing.
"I get it!" Rolf looked at Vincent as if he were a monster. "If things go smoothly, you can make—make what again?"
"Dominate." Hermione said, then quickly lowered her head.
Her hair was hanging too low, so her expression was completely hidden.
"Yes, conquer Hogwarts!"
Vincent's eyelids twitched wildly.
He didn't need to ask; he knew who had spread the rumors.