As a member of the noble and elegant Malfoy Family, Draco's cubicle was naturally extraordinary.
The Prefect is definitely out of the running, the student council president has no chance, and the professors shouldn't even think about it.
It's still the same "D" as last year, and the same three people as last year.
As the Hogwarts Express departed, Vincent yanked open the compartment door with extreme aggression.
"Wayne!" Draco jumped up from his seat immediately. "What are you doing here!"
"Aren't you welcoming me?"
"Let me tell you, I'm not someone you can bully!"
Fred and George strode in heavily. "Malfoy, keep an eye on your underlings!"
Crabbe and Goyle exchanged a glance, then both glared angrily at Hermione outside.
"Draco, it was Buckteeth who called them. We just—"
Vincent impatiently closed the cubicle door.
It's exactly three against three.
Fred immediately followed up with a Scorpion Tail, slamming Crabbe to the ground.
George's Bull Charge pinned Goyle to the corner of the carriage.
Vincent, with a smile, sat down in the chair opposite Draco. "I heard you guys have something on my Gwent?"
"Who told you that!" Draco vowed to find the little traitor.
"Oh, so it really is."
Realizing he had been tricked, his face darkened. "Wayne, what happened now?"
Ours isn't called Gwent, it's completely different from yours!
Vincent glanced at Fred and George, whose fighting prowess was "fierce," and said, "Oh right, the Hogwarts Express isn't yours."
"What do you want?" Draco's heart pounded. "I'm telling you, the Prefect is just ahead—"
"Shh—keep your voice down, I don't know if she'll cover for us."
"Who?"
You're asking a question you already know the answer to.
The moment the door closed, Hermione, who was outside the cubicle, ran to the front and shouted that Leif was missing.
The student council president and Prefect were happy to help, and a newly hired professor was especially eager.
"Professor, I've already looked here." Hermione lowered her head, not daring to meet his gaze.
"Well then, let's go somewhere else—"
"Bang—bang bang—"
Lockhart turned around in confusion. "Did something happen inside?"
"No, no, absolutely not!" Hermione mustered her courage, raised her head, and stood in front of the door to compartment D.
"The people inside are—exercising! Yes, they're exercising!"
Lockhart, still somewhat skeptical, was pushed forward by her.
"Students these days are so enthusiastic! When I was in school, they were all so mischievous."
"Ah—yes, yes, they are the most active students in the whole school."
Five minutes later.
Feeling refreshed, Fred and George were the first to walk out.
"Don't mess with Ginny, we'll go crazy!"
Crabbe and Goyle, who were lying on the ground, moved their lips slightly, but no sound came out.
They dared not speak out against their anger, but Draco was different.
"Wayne, don't get too cocky!" He clutched his stomach, curling up on the ground like a shrimp.
"Plagiarism comes at a price." Vincent, who was half-squatting, stood up. "So does borrowing."
Draco's eyes were filled with resentment.
His fair and delicate face was indeed unharmed, but his small body was practically falling apart.
Holding someone down on the head and beating them—a classic case of school violence.
He's going to tell his father School Board Member!
"Let's go." Vincent closed the door.
"They've gone too far!" Goyle covered his bruised right eye socket. "Draco, we have to get our revenge!"
Crabbe covered his left eye socket. "Quick, we have to get out there and find the Prefect!"
"Go to hell!" Draco's face twisted in pain. "Buckteeth must have sent them away earlier."
"So we'll just leave it at that?"
"I'm not finished with them!" He gritted his teeth and stood up. "The Order of Merlin? The Congressional Medal of Honor? Just worthless medals!"
What should we do?
"Gather around, meeting!"
Compartment W.
Percy and Marcus went inside, chatting and laughing, and found Gu Gu sharing cookies with Leif.
"Longbottom, have you found your pet?"
Neville shook his head blankly. "No—no, Leif has always been with me."
"Hmph!" Marcus knew perfectly well that he had been fooled.
If his family hadn't told him to be polite, he would have kicked Hermione out long ago.
"Flint, you got a problem with that?" Percy glared at him. "Granger is Order of Merlin, Second Class. You dare touch her?"
"Yes, I wouldn't dare." Marcus turned around and walked straight out.
He ran into Lockhart, and Hermione following behind.
"Heh, no need to look anymore."
He glanced disdainfully at the adjacent cubicle. "Granger, I advise you not to get too cocky. Even if you win—"
"Shut up, Flint!" Percy stood angrily in front of him. "I'm Prefect too, and I don't think she did anything wrong."
Lockhart turned around in confusion and found Hermione with her head down.
Merlin, she must be repenting!
"Granger, just like Weasley said, you didn't do anything wrong."
Hermione lowered her head even further, "Mmm—"
"People make many mistakes in their lives, but we can correct them in time."
"Um--"
Marcus reached out and shoved Percy aside. "Get out of my way, Weasley."
The first attempt didn't move it, and the second attempt, with a little more force, only moved it half a step.
"Hmph!" He went back with a cold face.
Lockhart acted as if he didn't see the two of them, and proceeded to lecture Hermione on a long and profound subject.
"Granger, I hope you will remember this."
"I—I will, Professor."
"I'm going back now, see you at school."
"Okay, see you at school."
Lockhart had been walking for a minute or two when Hermione suddenly looked up.
She was the only one left in the entire corridor.
She shook her head vigorously, as if trying to cool down her burning face.
"What about them?"
"Who?" Neville stared blankly at the opened cubicle door.
"Vincent!"
"I don't know."
Hermione thought for a moment, then jogged forward.
She knew Vincent didn't like Lockhart and might have hidden away after seeing him.
Compartment J.
Seeing Ginny's forced smile, Fred and George both wanted to go back and beat her up again.
"There's still a long way to go." Vincent stood up awkwardly. "I'll go see if they've left yet."
Sitting next to Ginny was another freshman girl.
Her slightly protruding, large silver eyes never left Vincent.
"Thank you Merlin, they're finally gone!"
She didn't look away even after they had been gone for a long time.
"Luna? Luna!" Ginny was already in a bad mood, became even more depressed.
She was suddenly scolded for being a poor girl, and her newly acquainted friends began ignoring her.
Inferiority complex, extreme inferiority complex.
In front of many people she knew, she felt like an ugly duckling.