The Owl Court Club was especially lively today.
There was nothing more pleasant than enjoying a lavish feast while watching fierce battles in the ring.
Hogwarts's most distinguished School Board Member lay in Cho's soft, fragrant embrace, squinting contentedly as the girls fed him all kinds of delicious food.
Leif and Little White were also wandering around mooching food and drinks, while Crookshanks coolly crouched beside the ring, its large eyes fixed intently on the action.
Hermione, now dressed in shorts and a tank top with her hair tied back, charged at Vincent.
Her small fists looked delicate, but they came at him quickly.
"Watch your footing." Vincent lightly caught her fist and extended the tip of his foot slightly forward.
Hermione stumbled over it, barely managing to steady herself before she fell.
"I'm fine." She backed away a few steps, preparing for another round.
Vincent glanced at the students below the ring, all eager to try. "All right, but this is your last chance."
Having learned from before, she paid close attention to where she stepped.
But that alone was not enough.
"Watch your left." Vincent twisted one of her arms with one hand and pressed down on her shoulder with the other.
The immense force gradually pushed her into a crouch.
Although she had failed twice, Hermione's performance was already quite good.
Lavender, another girl, had been tripped before she could even get close.
If Vincent had not caught her, her little face would definitely have made intimate contact with the ring.
The older students finally could not hold back any longer.
Fred and George were twins, so if they went up, they went together.
It was a little more troublesome, but the result was still the same.
"Mate, can't you be a little gentler with us, like