Vincent didn't know if Crabbe and Goyle had ever tried inbreeding, but their thought processes were definitely a bit off.
The reason this man rushed out was to call over his boss, Malfoy.
The four Little Lions, their brows furrowed, stared blankly at the three arrogant Little Snakes.
Is this a challenge?
"Saturday night, the Trophy Room on the fourth floor."
Draco, with a strange, drawn-out tone, placed his hands on Vincent's desk and looked down at him.
"If you don't come, I'll take that as a sign of defeat."
The saying "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black" is indeed true
The fact that the wizards have been invited to duels time and time again suggests there's something seriously wrong.
Vincent stood up, and the little golden retriever took a step back.
"Pfft—" James burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at!" Draco leaned closer to him.
"I remembered Leif."
Alfred, who was standing next to him, laughed too. "This morning it absolutely refused to get out of Neville's arms. Isn't that funny?"
Before Malfoy could even speak, Goyle had already reached out his hand.
Are you going to break the school rules?
Alfred also stood up.
Not to mention their numerical advantage, Vincent alone could throw the entire opposing team out.
James, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, also saw his confidence swell.
He squinted at Crabbe and lightly brushed his shoulder in disdain.
The smell of gunpowder made Neville, the only one sitting, tremble.
If a fight breaks out later, should I hide to the side first, or wait for an opportunity to strike a few times?
"What are you doing!" Hermione walked in, carrying her textbooks.
The victim's fair and tender face had just recovered, so it's likely that she offended that thug again with her foul mouth.
"He came to issue a challenge." Vincent shrugged. "Of course I refused."
With outsiders present, Draco seemed to become even more unrestrained.
He placed his hands back on the desk and stood on tiptoe to barely match Vincent's height.
"Saturday night, the Trophy Room on the fourth floor."
I won't repeat myself a third time.
Even though it was spoken almost directly to her nose, Hermione, with her sharp ears, heard it clearly.
"I'll say it again—"
Vincent raised an eyebrow. "I'll tell Filch."
Draco drawled out his words as if he were pinching his nose. "You're a coward, Wayne."
The tension between the two did not decrease because of Hermione; on the contrary, it increased significantly.
"You're even more disgusting Tebo, Malfoy."
"My ugly, stupid House-elf is braver than you, Wayne."
Draco grinned and said, "Don't think that just because you've been on the front page a few times, I can't do anything to you."
Just wait, my dad will get the other School Board Member sorted out soon!
He turned his head and looked at Hermione with disdain, "And you, with your Buckteeth, you can get out of Hogwarts with Wayne!"
Regardless of whether Vincent could bear it or not, Hermione's last shred of pity had vanished.
After careful comparison, she found that the foul-mouthed Blondie was indeed more annoying.
Compared to them, the thugs were practically the epitome of honesty and integrity.
Vincent, who had inexplicably become an honest man, tilted his head back slightly. "Malfoy, it's not your father's place to decide about Hogwarts, is it?"
"What's so great about Hogwarts!" Draco leaned closer.
"They even recruit people from the lowest of the low. I have absolutely no respect for this school that teaches such lousy defensive techniques."
My father is very close to the headmaster of Durmstrang. If my mother hadn't been unwilling to let me go to school too far away, Muggle-born wizard like you would never have had the chance to stand in front of me.
Vincent, looking disgusted, simply sat down.
Under the gaze of several pairs of puzzled eyes, he lazily propped his cheek up with one hand.
Those emotionless blue eyes pierced Draco like a sharp knife.
No matter how much I said, it had absolutely no effect.
"Wayne!" He slammed his hand on the desk, leaned down and glared at Vincent. "Aren't you scared?"
And what about them?
Just as she was about to point at Neville's delicate little hand, it was gripped tightly by a large hand, rendering it immobile.
"Without your father, what are you left?"
Vincent released his grip. "This isn't Durmstrang, this is Hogwarts."
A school that doesn't value background or talent, where no one can sway one's will.
"Clap clap clap—" Applause rang out from outside the classroom door.
Flitwick walked over, clapping.
"Well said, Mr. Wayne."
He stood behind Draco with a kind smile. "Hogwarts' attitude has not changed in nearly a thousand years and will not change in the future."
Although he was very dissatisfied, Draco straightened up and walked to the side.
Based solely on his influence within the school, Malfoy is no longer able to wield absolute power.
I have to swallow this anger, whether I like it or not.
The fact that those three figures swaggered towards the desks on the other side of the aisle was enough to prove that the matter was far from over.
Are you all alright?
Vincent smiled and said, "Very good, Professor."
Flitwick nodded, then walked to the podium.
The Gryffindor and Slytherin families have disliked each other for a long time, so he was already used to these little troubles.
Standing on a stack of books, he patiently waited for the students to enter the classroom one by one.
Draco certainly didn't completely quiet down during this time.
Every time Vincent glanced over unintentionally, he would grin menacingly and mouth some offensive words.
For example, a very tongue-twisting phrase, something like "mud- Half-blood".
Still not understanding what it meant, he focused on the second Charms class after seeing Harry and Ron, who were late, enter the classroom.
Having covered the theoretical knowledge, Flitwick will mainly talk about the types of spells today.
Spells: They do not fundamentally change the target, but they can increase or change attributes.
Curse: Produces annoying but amusing non-lethal effects.
Poison Curse: Contains elements of Dark Magic and possesses a certain degree of lethality.
Curses: Possessing the worst and most terrible effects, they almost entirely belong to the category of Dark Magic.
Spells like Levitation Charm and Disillusionment Charm all belong to the category of spells that change attributes.
Most of the spells in the Hogwarts textbooks are spells that do not pose a fatal risk.
The lowest threshold for a curse is the Stunning Spell.
Although strictly speaking, it should actually be classified as a curse.
Poisonous curses and curses are topics outside the textbook.
"Besides the four categories mentioned above, there are three more spells that can be grouped together."
Seeing Vincent excitedly raise his right hand, Flitwick nodded in agreement, allowing him to stand up and speak.
"Professor, these are Unforgivable Curses that are strictly forbidden in the Wizarding World and will result in spending the rest of one's life in Azkaban if used."
"Correct answer, two points Gryffindor."
Flitwick was about to test him to see if he knew which three types, but he saw that the other man had already sat down.
After a moment's thought, he decided to steer clear of the topic.
"The Charms class doesn't teach harmful spells; what teaches you how to defend against them is the Defence Against the Dark Arts course."