The spell that Neville accidentally uttered was so blinding that it was comparable to looking directly at the sun.
The large group of older students, who were covering their eyes in pain, all instantly lost sight of Vincent.
"Ouch—" The first one to suffer was Terence Higgs, who was about to graduate from seventh grade.
Regardless of the success or failure of this operation, Blaise Zabini will offer a substantial amount of Gold Galleons.
If Draco gets the target into the Hospital Wing, he'll also guarantee him a direct ticket to the Ministry of Magic.
But his dream of becoming a high-ranking official after graduation is now completely shattered.
After dislocating Higgs' shoulder joint, Vincent kicked him down the stairs.
This sturdy, tall body, along with several others who hadn't yet opened their eyes.
"Lumos Maxima— "
The students upstairs and downstairs all closed their eyes tightly.
But this time, Vincent did not light up the Alder Wand.
He put on a gas mask with the Disillusionment Charm and threw a small, round object onto the ground.
"Pfft—" A large amount of pungent smoke rose up.
Caught off guard, they took a huge drag of the smoke, and before they could even clear their throats, Vincent kicked the people downstairs one by one.
Higgs tumbled down to the second floor, his right hand hanging limply in the corridor, his back bearing their weight.
"Meow~" A skinny cat with dark gray fur had just reached the corner of the stairs.
It didn't notice anything unusual about the little head and followed Filch down.
The area where these people fell was exactly within the silencing magic they had set up.
Vincent was on the upper floor, glanced at it, then lightly tapped his chest with his wand.
"Where's Wayne!" Pucey cleared the smoke, but couldn't find him.
"Aww—" The moment the voice came from behind, he turned around and raised his wand.
"Thump—" The student was kicked and rolled over.
Pucey raised the stairs to stop him from rolling down.
"Damn it! Get out here, Wayne!"
The response was another scream.
"Homenum Revelio!"
After the Revealing Charm, which had a range just the width of the stairs, Vincent's figure was not revealed.
"Not Disillusionment Charm?" Just as Pucey was wondering, another student was kicked off the stage.
He had to raise the height of the steps.
"Ah—" The third student was kicked down.
"No—" The fourth student was kicked down.
"Come out!" Another Revealing Charm was cast.
However, Vincent still did not appear.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Pucey hurriedly used his Transfiguration.
The sudden breeze blowing across my face foreshadowed what was about to happen.
Vincent, who jumped down from the building, crouched down, his right leg sweeping across the student in front of him, while his left hand, holding his wand, cast a Stunning Spell.
"Thank you for your help."
In contrast to Pucey's ascent, he is lowering this step.
How many tall people can this basically unchanging height support?
One,
Two,
Three...
The fifth one crashed head-on into Pucey's solid chest.
"A one-on-one duel?" Vincent, having put away his wand, jumped down the steps and onto the back of the sixth and last person.
This move, known as "The Raven Plane," is the most demanding in combat techniques and is sure to cause serious injury or death!
One second Pucey was about to swear, but the next second he swallowed his words back.
He ultimately couldn't bear that weight.
"Gurgle gurgle—"
Higgs, who had climbed from the second floor to the third, looked ashen-faced.
I've already been here once, why am I coming again?
"Shield Charm!"
The two sides collided violently.
The human flesh hamburger filling Pucey squeezed so tightly that its face was Transfiguration, but the pressure from behind never lessened in the slightest.
"Wayne!"
Unfortunately, this roar full of resentment only stopped at the edge of the silencing spell.
Vincent was already standing on the fifth-floor corridor, thought for a moment, turned around and threw a Bubble Bean behind him, then sprayed it with a large amount of water.
"Merlin —please forgive the sins committed by this little wizard."
He had just finished his devout confession when he strolled down the corridor.
Keep walking straight ahead, and you'll find two club Club Room directly opposite each other.
The room on the left with the chubby owl wasn't Vincent's target, even though he seemed quite relaxed.
The big black goose on the right is where he really wants to go.
The Black Swan Club's Club Room was filled with Blaise Zabini's laughter.
A generous reward will surely attract brave men.
Two Quidditch players, plus a dozen or so tall guys, could definitely beat their target into the Hospital Wing.
Then he'll make a grand, threatening statement, completely humiliating this person at Hogwarts.
"Draco, I'll hang Wayne's picture at the club's entrance—hahahaha!"
Vincent heard such smug laughter even before he went inside.
Photo?
With a smile on his face, he kicked open the silver door, which was inlaid with many gems, under the influence of the Strength Enhancer.
"Gentlemen, is there anything that makes you happy?"
The moment he appeared, the cheerful atmosphere in the Club Room vanished completely.
"Tell me about it, let me have a good laugh too."
"How could that be!" Blaise Zabini quickly stood up, his previous smugness gone.
"You—you should—"
"What should I do?" Vincent's gaze swept over them one by one.
Excluding the four first-year students and the gorilla-like Prefect Marcus who was seated, the remaining students, regardless of their grade level, were all standing.
Malfoy, Parkinson, Flint, Greengrass are all members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.
The last one, Zabini, was far wealthier than most Pure-blood family.
Even Crabbe and Goyle could only stand obediently behind the five of them.
These people are all Pure-blood supremacists.
The loud noise had alerted the Owl Court Club across the street.
Many students inside gathered outside to watch the spectacle.
Blaise Zabini loosened his clenched fist, trying his best to hide his tension. "You should be at the Hospital Wing."
"Where's Nott?" Vincent looked toward the only empty seat.
There are actually five students from the Sacred Twenty-Eight in Slytherin at present.
"Theodore is used to being alone," Draco said casually.
"Is there anyone you can't handle?"
"Wayne, this is my club."
Seeing that he was being ignored, Blaise Zabini slammed his fist on the table.
"I must commend your courage, Wayne!"
Vincent glanced at him, then looked back at Draco.
"Can you tell your new underlings to be quiet?"
"You're always shouting and yelling; it's making me want to tear your club down right now."
"You dare!" Draco's expression changed slightly. "I didn't do what happened just now. If you want trouble, you should go find the person in charge."
"Oh, you've improved?" Vincent chuckled and stepped forward. "That's more like it. What's the point of always doing the same old thing?"
He pulled out the empty chair and sat down comfortably.
"You guys weren't prepared, were you?"
The members of the Black Swan Club, both at the table and behind it, all wore somber expressions.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they really didn't dare to do anything.
Vincent leaned back lazily in his chair. "Don't disappoint me, gentlemen."