Neville's Incredible Talent

Cedric ultimately couldn't outargue Vincent.

Because he had Dumbledore's signed permission slip.

[Permission is hereby granted for Vincent Wayne, a first-year Gryffindor student, to enter and leave the Forbidden Forest during extracurricular hours.

Please ensure that no damage is done to the environment. All faculty members are requested to carry out proper supervision.

—Albus Percival Wulfric Brian

December 11, 1991]

Cedric's jaw nearly hit the floor. "How on earth did you manage that?"

"That's a secret." Vincent put away the permission slip. "I'm planning to have Gu Gu visit my house once a week and bring back the latest fashion magazines."

"You're sure?"

"Ten thousand percent."

Cedric leaned his head back. "Good luck."

The Black Swan Club's strategy, put simply, was to spend money hiring people to fill the seats.

During Friday's Potions Class, Snape spent the entire lesson interfering with Vincent.

"Wayne, are you sure this is when you add the Flobberworm mucus?"

"Professor, the textbook states the timing."

The moment Vincent added two drops of mucus, a fresh, fragrant scent wafted from the cauldron.

"Excellent, stir it quickly!"

"Professor, how should I do that?"

"Six turns counterclockwise!"

Vincent stirred four times clockwise, then gave the Alder Wand a light flick to complete the final step.

As soon as the perfect weedkiller was made, Snape stalked away with a dark face.

Vincent clearly remembered the proper procedure and had still asked. He was practically teasing a Potions master like him.

"Potter, why haven't you finished yet?!"

Harry was so startled that he nearly knocked over his cauldron.

He looked toward the Slytherin side and discovered that several students who had only just recovered from their injuries were even slower than he was.

"I'll finish as soon as possible, Professor."

Snape shook his head with undisguised