After Goyle was hit by the Disarming Spell and dropped his wand, Ron was unable to cast the spell smoothly.
But that's nothing.
"Bend his fingers!"
Snape quickly stepped in front of Vincent, "Did I give you permission to speak?"
"No?"
"No."
"Oh."
Ron on the stage got up with a bitter face.
It's not that he's bad at magic, it's just that his wand is terrible.
"Expelliarmus— "
Crabbe sent seven Disarming Spell in a row, but he narrowly dodged them all.
Snape's face darkened as he looked toward his students.
Draco, who was considered a decent fighter, was easily defeated by Vincent, while Goyle and Crabbe were too clumsy and slow.
"Weasley, let go!"
Crabbe was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face.
The students instinctively covered their index fingers.
Even after his shoulder was dislocated, Ron still wouldn't let go.
"Thump—" The two fell to the ground and began to wrestle.
Snape's face was extremely gloomy.
As expected, Crabbe released his grip on the wand.
"Granger!"
Parkinson!
Pansy, who looks like a poodle, sneered at Hermione as soon as she stepped on stage.
"Start!"
Snape had given up hope of winning.
This little witch, who could cast Stunning Spell on Voldemort, had just as much practical experience as Vincent.
Pansy was knocked back a few steps, and the wand flew into Hermione's hand.
But as she went down, the defiant Pansy stretched out her little foot to the side.
Hermione lost her balance and slammed heavily onto the floor.
Vincent pulled out his desk.
"Fuck!" Alfred jumped in front of Pansy, clenching his fists and staring intently at her.
"Go back!" Snape grabbed him by the back of his collar.
The Little Lions were all furious.
They're not convinced they lost, so they resort to these petty tricks.
In comparison, Draco is a gentleman.
"Are you alright?" Vincent helped Hermione up and noticed that she kept her mouth covered the whole time.
"Did you knock out a tooth?"
He was glared at fiercely.
"Professor, Hermione needs to go to the Hospital Wing."
Snape waved his hand with extreme impatience.
"Longbottom and Boarst!"
This team has to win no matter what.
Upon arriving at the Hospital Wing, Vincent was immediately ushered into the corridor by Madam Pomfrey.
"She's perfectly fine..." He treated Hermione like a buddy and would never look down on her just because she was missing a tooth.
Standing outside all by yourself really does feel like being punished.
"Seriously bad..."
After waiting a few minutes, he realized that his good friend was actually a girl.
After disinfecting the area, Madam Pomfrey carefully replaced the missing front tooth.
"Seriously, schools should cancel these dangerous courses."
She picked up a mirror. "Take a look. It should look the same as before."
Hermione was a little shy. "Um, Madam."
It's just that you can't...
"What can?" Madam Pomfrey glanced back at Vincent standing outside the window.
Are you sure you want this?
It's normal for girls to love beauty.
A witch like Hermione, who is so focused on her studies that she has no time for dressing up, is extremely rare in the Wizarding World.
Even though Sprout is sloppy now, when she was younger, she had many boys pursuing her if she dressed up.
"Madam, I am quite certain."
Among the many curses, there is one Densaugeo, which can change the size of teeth.
Thanks to some mischievous children, Madam Pomfrey prepared many potions that could permanently maintain magical effects.
Vincent outside was practically going moldy from waiting. By the time a bunch of classmates came over after class, the "minor surgery" inside was still going on.
"Is she badly injured?"
"Probably."
Just as he was wondering about it, Hermione came out from inside.
"I'm fine now, Madam's cooking is excellent."
"Oh." Vincent didn't notice anything different.
He turned to look at Neville, whose cheek was swollen on one side. "Boarst hit you?"
"Yes, but I stole his wand."
Unable to cast the Disarming Spell, they had to resort to the physical version.
The process was thrilling but ultimately safe, and it even left many people speechless.
"Neville is really brave; he bit down on Boarst's arm and wouldn't let go."
"Why isn't he here?" Hermione noticed everyone looking at Vincent and realized just how intimidating he was.
"I am not that kind of person."
"Oh~"
A large group of mischievous Little Lions made him feel both helpless and heartbroken.
"Huh?"
"What's wrong?"
"Your front teeth..."
Hermione stood in front of Vincent. "Is it strange?"
"It's alright, not as noticeable as before."
The Little Lions then noticed that her front teeth had become smaller, and her overall facial features actually looked much more harmonious.
"If you look closely—" Vincent tilted his head to look at her profile, "You also need to fix your severely dry and split ends."
"Oh, anything else?"
"Eat more nutritious food."
Perhaps due to excessive academic pressure from a young age, Hermione looks like she hasn't developed properly.
"So that's how it is." She finally understood why her big bowl was so full.
It's lunchtime.
While Vincent led everyone downstairs to eat, he was also explaining the concept of proper nutrition.
"Can't I eat vegetarian food?" Lavender looked down at her slightly rounded belly.
"Extreme vegetarianism is not advisable."
"Can't we just not exercise?"
"Protein will be stored as fat."
Vincent patted Neville's arm, which was much stronger than when he first enrolled, and said, "If you really can't keep going, I suggest finding a responsible person to supervise you."
"Like you?" Lavender quickly shut her mouth.
This young wizard, who was even busier than Dumbledore, clearly didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to these things.
Hermione volunteered to supervise her student paper, which was due to be completed during the Christmas break.
"You?" Lavender shuddered.
Since we're all in the same dorm, there's probably no way to slack off if we want to.
As soon as the large group of Little Lions arrived in the Great Hall, the eyes of the Slytherin table turned toward them.
After the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts, all the Gryffindor were successfully disarmed.
Draco's face looked grim.
He knew what his Headmaster wanted to do, and he also possessed the Slytherin trait of never giving up any opportunity.
But you really can't let your pride get the better of you.
"Wayne— "
This hoarse groan was enough to describe his incredibly complex emotions.
"Draco, how did I do?"
"Not very good." He reached out and pushed Pansy out of his view.
After looking past countless little heads, I was finally able to see Vincent, who seemed to be surrounded by stars.
"He's their focus." Draco glanced around.
He believed that no one could refuse him as long as there were sufficient benefits.
"Draco, why are you always so concerned about Wayne?" Pansy blocked his way again.
"No reason."
Draco pushed her away again. "Your methods are too naive. They are no longer a pack of brainless, stupid lions."