Black Lake.
Pansy and Daphne were both waiting patiently.
There were already more than twenty people crouching among the rocks and grass all around.
They were all the ones who had been knocked down the stairs earlier.
This time, they want to prove themselves.
In such an open space, even if Vincent were incredibly powerful, he couldn't possibly be the same as before.
Compared to Pansy, who seemed confident of victory, Daphne's face clearly showed worry.
She couldn't understand why he had been so calm and composed just now, and she couldn't understand why those deep blue eyes were so full of confidence.
Until Vincent arrived, she seemed to have a slightly vague answer.
He took off his school robe and handed it to Hermione, who was following behind him.
"One, two, three, four—never mind, I'm too lazy to count them one by one."
"Come out, you're surrounded!"
Although Daphne wavered somewhat, she did not believe...
He was able to overcome the numerical advantage.
"Wayne, I really admire your courage!"
Pansy picked up her wand. "Do you think this is still just small-scale fighting like before?"
Isn't that so?
A semi-transparent barrier blocked the incoming curse.
Vincent removed the Shield Charm and Finite Incantatem over the entire wand.
The spells that shot at the rocks and bushes were all neutralized in the air.
After one round of attacks, three smoke grenades rolled to the ground.
"Quickly eliminate it—" Just as Pucey had dispelled a tiny bit of smoke, his lower abdomen bumped into something solid.
"It's the Disillusionment Charm!" He clutched his stomach and continued waving his wand.
"Homenum Revelio— "
Hermione, standing far back, glanced at the grass beside her that had been trampled down by something.
"Didn't you say you were going to beat them up?"
"Yeah, but their magic is so annoying."
Vincent, who appeared out of thin air, bent down and pointed the tip of his Alder Wand at the grass.
Being able to inscribe Magical Circuit on Orichalcum Bullet has raised the accuracy of mana control to a new level.
The grass Transfiguration a large expanse at once; all you need to do is focus all your attention.
Once the smoke has been mostly cleared, the large-scale Transfiguration will be ready.
"Over there!" Pansy pointed to where Hermione was standing.
Pucey reacted the fastest, but suddenly his legs were entangled by vine-like grass.
Just as he was about to break free of his restraints, he was struck directly by a Disarming Spell.
The wand was simply knocked away; it didn't reach Vincent.
"Protect yourself." He drank the last Potions and cast a Protego on his entire right hand.
He used his Alder Wand to dispel the spell and ran toward them, who were unable to move.
Pansy's face looked quite grim.
Draco severely underestimated Vincent's rate of progress, and she also overestimated the fighting capabilities of these people.
Those who can use the Shield Charm are physically disarmed, while those who cannot are simply knocked away from their wands.
Vincent would only attack one person at a time, thus constantly increasing their psychological pressure.
Watching his own side gradually lose its aggressiveness, Pucey gritted his teeth, squatted down, and forcefully tore at the vines.
No matter how much force you use, once it breaks, a new one will quickly grow back and wrap around you again.
A person's energy is limited.
The ability to completely control the entire meadow does not actually allow the use of other spells at the same time.
But Vincent is not a wizard in the conventional sense.
Pucey turned his head to look behind him in despair.
The way he leaped high was exactly the same fighting technique that had kept him in a wheelchair for most of the previous two weeks.
"The Raven Plane!"
"Hiss—" Hermione gasped in shock from a distance.
Madam Pomfrey will probably have to work overtime today.
The effects of the Sense Enhancing Potion allow Vincent to anticipate where an attack might occur.
He loosened the collar of his slightly tight shirt, stepped on Pucey's back, jumped onto the grass, and rolled twice.
Various spells overturned a large amount of grass.
Pansy decisively raised her wand again. "Daphne, we have to do something right away!"
"No, the gap is too big."
The ability to sense the direction of an attack in advance allows for a faster reaction time to dispel spells.
These two symptoms alone are almost enough to conclude that the person drank an amplifying Potions.
Given their thorough preparations and their initial remarks, they were indeed the ones being surrounded.
As she watched people lose consciousness one by one, Daphne felt a familiar sense of powerlessness.
It originates from family and background.
Greengrass, an ancient and cursed family.
If she and her sister switched places, would her thoughts be less extreme?
Vincent has already cleared out half of the people.
Pansy then thought he had found an opportunity and recited a Stunning Spell.
Invalid.
Daphne felt a strange sense of suffocation.
It stemmed from his disdain, from his confidence and composure.
Hermione, who was far away, drew her wand and cast a Disarming Spell on Pansy.
"Shield Charm— " Daphne blocked the spell.
Vincent paused for less than a second before throwing a punch.
The effects of strength and agility potions are extremely powerful.
When the last one lost consciousness, the three little witches were still locked in a standoff.
He first tightened the vines around his neck, then walked over slowly.
Pansy was about to attack, but Daphne held her wand down.
"As planned—"
I'm tired.
Hermione and Vincent were both puzzled.
"Wayne, do you really have to do this?"
"I had no other choice."
From beginning to end, it seems that it was all because they couldn't stand Muggle origins.
However, facts have repeatedly proven that pure bloodline only means a higher starting point.
Putting aside prejudices about his background, Vincent is a Dumbledore genius.
What he did was even more outrageous.
"No other choice?" Pansy's features were almost contorted in pain. "The lowly blood flowing in your veins is not worthy of being compared to us!"
Hermione tightened her grip on her wand.
She fixed her gaze on that foul-smelling, gaping mouth as if she were about to unleash a powerful curse at any moment.
Do you know why only a few noble families in Europe survived?
Vincent put away his wand and stood before the two women, saying, "Because they were smart enough to strip away most of their power through reforms early on."
"This is the Wizarding World!"
"The same principle applies."
How do minorities maintain power?
Absolute military strength and extensive connections.
Currently, apart from the five Black Swan families, almost all the Pure-blood Wizard families that still adhere to the principle of blood supremacy reside in Azkaban.
Pure-blood are destined to become increasingly rare.
"A true king does not honor his lineage, but his lineage is honored because of him."
Vincent stared straight into their eyes. "If I'm strong enough to suffocate you, my background won't matter at all."
Daphne felt the air around her growing thinner and thinner.
She slowly lowered her wand.
The Black Swan Club is essentially just a small, repressive group.