October weather is always unpredictable; it might be sunny yesterday, but suddenly it's pouring rain today.
The weather was not suitable for going out, so the students came to the Club Room as usual.
Training is still ongoing on both arenas, but the smaller arena is noticeably more popular.
Needless to say, many girls dislike Hermione.
Needless to say, the boys praised Merlin almost every day, especially a few gentlemen.
James, holding a bucket of popcorn, sat at the table closest to the small ring.
Alfred, who was standing next to him, moved his chair back a little. "Hey, LeBron, don't you ever get tired of watching this every day?"
"Ah Fu, you don't understand. How could you possibly get tired of such beautiful scenery?"
Alfred sighed and took a chair to sit down next to Harry and Ron.
"Seriously? You haven't finished your Potions thesis yet?"
Ron looked dejected. "What can we do if the Old Bat won't accept the goods?"
Harry shook his arm, which was sore and numb from writing. "I bet our papers will be sent back to be rewritten just like before."
This isn't the first time Snape has targeted them since they enrolled.
Alfred offered a word of comfort, "Keep it up, maybe he'll have a change of heart this time and let you pass."
"Heh heh—" Ron chuckled dryly.
Do you think they don't know what kind of person Snape is? A sudden pang of conscience? He'll probably never have that day before he dies.
Alfred didn't know what to say, so he made up an excuse and sat down at the next table.
Dean and Thomas were playing the new version of Gwent, and the pink toad projected onto the screen disgusted him.
At the next table were Lavender and Parvati, and the two young girls were having some really sensational conversations.
"I'm not envious of Hermione at all, really. After all, she's had a crush on Vincent since first year and it took her so many years to finally win him over."
"Huh? In first grade?"
"You forgot? Not long after school started, Hermione kept staring at Vincent for a while. She must have already had a crush on him around that time."
Parvati was stunned by Lavender's wild imagination.
If that's the case, then there was actually someone who had a crush on Hermione even earlier than Vincent.
That's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.
Alfred quickly took the chair back to James' side.
Compared to a yaoi fangirl, a gentleman suits him better.
Soon, it was evening.
As usual, all the upperclassmen and underclassmen who challenged Hermione fell down in the small arena.
The larger ring was the same as usual. Cedric and Neville sat panting, while the twins lay back, too exhausted to even move a finger.
Vincent wiped the sweat from his face. "Phew—it's been so long since I've really stretched out."
Cedric looked at him listlessly, "Your physical abilities are insane! You held your own against four opponents, we're all exhausted."
The twins, lying on their backs, nodded slightly, looking at Vincent as if he were a monster.
Every sneak attack was anticipated, and despite their best efforts, they never succeeded even once.
Vincent draped the towel he had used to wipe away sweat over his shoulder. "This isn't talent, it's hard work. I started physical training when I was five years old."
The twins suddenly went black; they had only learned to play pranks when they were 5 years old.
To become Champion and for the 1,000 Gold Galleons prize, the two struggled to sit up.
"Dude, let's continue tomorrow!"
Vincent smiled and nodded, jumped off the ring, picked up his school uniform, and walked out of the Club Room.
Hermione was already waiting outside.
How are things on your end?
"It's still the same old story; countless girls come to cause trouble every day."
Vincent joked, "Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. Once they calm down, you'll be the rightful leader of Gryffindor."
Hermione, blushing shyly, playfully punched him with her little fist. "What Big Sister Head? I don't care about that at all."
Vincent stared intently into her eyes. "Really? I think I just saw a hint of smugness in your eyes."
Hermione pouted and turned her face away. "Hurry up and go back to take a shower. Dinner should have already started."
Tsk tsk—changing the subject, huh?
After returning to their respective dormitories and taking showers, the two leisurely made their way to the Great Hall.
A large group of students were gathered in the Entrance Hall, as if some new announcement had been made.
Vincent's height gave him an advantage, allowing him to see the contents clearly from a distance.
"Notice regarding the Triwizard Tournament:"
Representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at 6 p. m. on Friday, October 30, and afternoon classes will end half an hour early.
Please return your bags and textbooks to your dormitories and gather in front of the castle to greet our guests, followed by a welcome banquet.
The fourth-grade Little Lions has Potions Class as its last period on Friday, which is definitely good news.
"Phoebe is a model student, isn't she?" Hermione asked expectantly. "I wonder if she'll come as a representative of Beauxbatons."
Vincent shook the Magical Communicator on his wrist. "Why don't we just ask?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, that would take away the surprise."
The two walked past the students gathered around the bulletin board.
Dinner had indeed begun, but there weren't many students sitting at the four long tables.
"Our school's Champion?" James forked a large chicken leg and held it high towards the Hufflepuff table. "Need you even guess? It's definitely our Big Sister Head!"
Ernie and Justin were taken aback. "Shouldn't it be Vincent?"
James put down his chicken leg and said, "Old Wen said he wouldn't participate. Besides him, only our Big Sister Head is qualified to play for the Champion."
Indeed, after half a month, she had to "warmly receive" a large group of girls every day.
Recent rumors have inevitably escalated, suggesting that her ultimate goal is to become the Big Sister Head Hogwarts.
Vincent glanced at Hermione, who was standing beside him with her head down. "Looks like I was wrong."
"Stop talking." Hermione clutched her skirt tightly. "I wish I could disappear into a crack in the ground right now."
"I think it's great." Vincent gestured toward James, who was still talking at length. "Old James once said that I was the man standing at the top of Hogwarts."
Raven High School—the pinnacle of Suzuran High School is its rooftop, while the pinnacle of Hogwarts is naturally the highest point of the castle, the Headmaster's Office's Tower.
After hearing what he said, Hermione wasn't so embarrassed anymore.
Thinking about it calmly, the title "Big Sister Head" is actually quite good; it sounds much better than things like "know-it-all" or "perfect lady."