Cedric ultimately couldn't win the Vincent.
Because of Dumbledore's approval.
[It is hereby granted permission for Vincent Wayne, a first-year student of Gryffindor, to enter the Forbidden Forest outside of school hours.]
Please be aware that this activity should not cause environmental damage, and we hope that all faculty and staff will do their part in supervising this.
—Albus Dumbledore Percival Wulfric Bryan
December 11, 1991
Cedric's jaw dropped. "How did you do that?"
"It's a secret." Vincent put away the approval slip. "I plan to have Gu Gu come to my house every week and bring back the latest fashion magazines."
Are you sure?
"Ten thousand percent."
Cedric tilted his head back. "Good luck."
The Black Swan Club's offensive, to put it bluntly, is simply spending money to hire people to create a show.
During Friday's Potions Class, Snape kept interfering with Vincent the entire time.
"Wayne, are you sure you want to Flobberworm Mucus now?"
"Professor, the time is written in the textbook."
Vincent dropped two drops of the viscous liquid, and the crucible immediately emitted a fresh, fragrant aroma.
"Great! Stir it up!"
"Professor, what should I do?"
"Six circles counterclockwise!"
Vincent stirred the mixture four times clockwise, then lightly waved his Alder Wand to complete the final step.
As soon as this perfect weed killer was created, Snape left with a dark expression.
Asking about the correct procedure when you clearly remember it is practically teasing this Potions Master.
"Potter, why aren't you finished yet!"
Harry was so startled he almost knocked over the cauldron.
He looked towards the Slytherin group and noticed that several of them, whose injuries had just healed, were recovering much slower than him.
"I will do it as soon as possible, Professor."
Snape shook his head with a look of disgust.
Why don't you dare to speak up and argue?
If Harry had used even a slightly harsher tone, he could have accused the professor of talking back.
"Anyone who hasn't finished before get out of class ends, come to my office!"
Ron quickly dripped two drops of Horklump juice onto his finger.
The cauldron emitted a foul stench that made Hermione and Harry feel dizzy.
Snape walked over with a cold smile on his face.
"Weasley, if you can make another batch of usable herbicide in less than 30 minutes, you won't have to deal with those two big barrels of Flobberworm."
These sticky things were a nightmare for Ron.
"Serves you right!" Draco's strange, gloating laughter was blatant, as if he had Snape's permission.
"Just bear with it, it'll pass," Harry comforted Ron, whose face was flushed. "Think about how terrible they were the day before yesterday."
"These guys will have to do it again sooner or later."
The only Gryffindor to be punished was Ron, who tragically followed Snape.
With Draco leading the way with an air of superiority, the Slytherin students looked like they had won seven consecutive championships.
"They're really annoying," Neville said cautiously after they had all left.
"Don't worry, they won't be happy for long," Vincent with a meaningful smile.
Just because he can't get into the girls' dormitory doesn't mean he can't get revenge.
He gave Hermione a meaningful look, and she immediately rolled her eyes.
"You're not free later?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
Neville nodded with some regret. "I also wanted to ask about the Accio."
Vincent recalled a night a week ago.
He happened to be free that night, so he taught his classmates the Accio in the dormitory.
James and Alfred learned quickly, and within half an hour they could both summon their own personal items.
As for Neville, who remained completely silent, he was in some ways even more formidable than Vincent.
While the four of them were sound asleep, a bunch of little things smashed through the window and flew in.
They stared at each other for a long time, completely stunned, before finally accepting the reality with utter shock.
The school uniform didn't belong to Neville, but to some unfortunate student at Eton College;
The shoes weren't right either; you could tell at a glance they were several sizes too small.
The textbooks are fine; they look brand new.
There are many such things, the most bizarre being a little frog that croaked all night long and was hidden in a backpack.
This special and magical talent is probably due to amnesia.
"Tomorrow—no, tonight."
Vincent had to take advantage of this free afternoon to go to Hogsmeade.
If all goes well, we can take action around midnight tonight.
Hermione followed him to the outside of the secret passage on the fourth floor, looking quite annoyed.
"Don't do that, there's a first time for everything."
"Once is enough, and there will be countless times."
Vincent took down the large mirror. "Don't you want to deal with them?"
"No," Hermione replied somewhat guiltily.
Pansy made her fall, and although she resolved to have her front teeth shrunk because of it, she still felt a little resentful.
"Shall we go back?"
Without hesitation, Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him into the secret passage. "Just this once."
"Oh~"
Through the light from the tip of the cane, she could clearly see those teasing, deep blue eyes.
"Don't push your luck."
"Okay." Vincent didn't tease her any further.
Things have changed, but I'm still not used to joking.
"What mischief are you up to now?" Hermione loosened her grip. "I've said it once, and I mean it."
Vincent suddenly felt a chill in the air. "You learned that from Professor McGonagall, didn't you?"
"What should we learn?"
"Dry humor."
Hermione ignored him and quickened her pace.
While Neville was eating in the Great Hall, he suddenly remembered something.
Leif has disappeared yet again!
"Wasn't it still inside your school uniform this morning?" Alfred calmly picked up a small piece of potato with his fork.
"Ah—that's right!" Neville shrank back.
"It either attended two Potions Class with me, or it stayed in some corner of the castle."
The potato was so startled that it fell onto the long table.
If Leif couldn't hold back and came out for some fresh air, Snape would be very happy.
"We need to get going quickly." James put down his cutlery. "If the Slytherin students see us..."
Neville instantly envisioned countless possible consequences.
The toad's natural enemy is the snake; encountering one will surely lead to trouble.
Alfred wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Let's go, let's have a good meal tonight."
The three of them arrived at the dungeon first.
Fortunately, there was not a trace of Leif's activity in the Potions Classroom or the rather damp corner.
"It must be inside the castle." Neville relaxed. "Let's go up and look for it."
James and Alfred relaxed and followed him away.
"Don't worry, we will definitely find it."
"Sigh—if I had mastered the Accio, I wouldn't need to trouble you."
"Hey, we're roommates from the same dorm."
Neville felt a warmth in his heart. "Thank you."
After their figures disappeared into the dungeon, Higgs' figure suddenly appeared in the air.
As he was about to graduate, he never forgot Draco's promise.