Vincent and Cedric met outside the castle early Sunday morning.
How do I need to cooperate?
"Make it as big as it can be."
Cedric tapped his wand, making the metal bullet inside the measuring cup grow larger and larger.
When it reached its limit, Vincent filled it with water.
"Hmm—Next one."
The glass beads, stones, water, oil, and other substances were all used and the process was completed one by one over three hours.
"And regarding the gas, it's estimated to be next week."
Cedric nodded, then focused his gaze on Vincent's face.
"What? Is there something dirty on my face?"
"No." He seemed a little embarrassed.
Vincent watched the handsome young man's awkward behavior, he suddenly remembered that he was in the Britain Empire.
He stood up from the grass somewhat fearfully. "Um, well—I have something to do."
Cedric quickly stood up as well. "Is it urgent? I won't take up too much of your time."
Vincent hurriedly took a step back.
But since they're here to help, let's listen to what they need to do first.
"Go ahead and say it, anything that doesn't violate morality is fine."
Cedric expression was somewhat strange, was stunned for a moment.
"Wayne, I heard Fred say that he learned his fighting skills from you. How about we have a match?"
Vincent he gently patted his heart.
It turned out to be a fight; he was so scared he thought it was wrestling.
"No problem, right here?"
Cedric noticed that there were quite a few students nearby, and leaned closer to whisper, "Someone might spread the word."
"I don't mind these things." Vincent understood what he meant. "Or, shall we find a secluded place?"
It would be very embarrassing to lose in front of the students.
"No, no, no." Cedric touched his nose somewhat awkwardly. "I was just worried about getting into a conflict with you."
The fact that Gryffindor and Slytherin are "at war" and that they are fighting in public will likely be interpreted as Hufflepuff's "intervention."
Vincent dared not actually find a deserted place.
"I will explain the situation to them."
Cedric didn't continue.
As the Seeker in Quidditch, his slender build might make him appear somewhat frail.
But under the influence of his father, who worked in the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Ministry of Magic, he developed a good habit of exercising every morning and evening from a young age.
To deal with Fantastic Beasts, the most important thing is to be in good health.
Being able to deal with all sorts of strange and unusual magic at any time, one's physique is far from being as weak and frail as it appears.
Vincent took off his school uniform, then removed his tie and watch.
He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and rolled up the sleeves to his upper arms.
Never underestimate any opponent, was one of the admonitions of his father, Eric.
Seeing him warming up, Cedric's expression also became serious.
This attitude alone is already better than many others.
"I'm ready." Vincent, having finished warming up, found himself alone in the world before him.
"I'm all better now." Cedric was also only wearing a shirt.
"Let's begin."
To the students in the surrounding area, this was a closely contested match.
However, Hermione, who happened to be passing by, already knew the ending.
Even if it's a duel between wizards, she believes the outcome won't change.
As Vincent approached, he crouched down to dodge the incoming punch, then swept his right foot across the grass.
Cedric's buttocks had barely touched the ground when he pulled his leg back and reached out his hand.
The incident happened so suddenly that many students didn't have time to react.
"I lost." Cedric placed his hand on hers.
Vincent pulled him to his feet. "I've been learning martial arts since I was a child, there's nothing shameful about it."
"I accept my defeat wholeheartedly." Cedric said, accepting the loss after letting go.
He never thought he would win; he just didn't expect the gap to be so big.
"Wayne, I heard you started a club?"
Vincent, with a sense of foreboding, scanned the crowd.
The twins Fred and George, were indeed there, and they even pretended to look up at the sky.
"The application hasn't been approved yet, and strictly speaking, it's not even certain that it will be processed."
Cedric nodded.
He knows some inside information.
Can I join?
I mean after the application is officially approved.
"Okay," Vincent agreed with a wry smile.
The twins always managed to know the Slytherin dormitory password, probably by exchanging these little-known pieces of information.
After the excited Cedric left, Hermione quietly came to his side.
"Mr. Wayne, do you know you're aiding the enemy?"
Vincent was a little confused, "Aiding the enemy?"
"Cedric is the Seeker."
He bent down and picked up the school uniform with a helpless expression. "It's nothing. Even if Malfoy wanted to learn, I would teach him."
Hermione had an "I knew it" look on her face. "Are you planning to do something through the Owl Court?"
"Yes, I'm going to become a great wizard who surpasses Professor Dumbledore in the future."
Hearing this seemingly joking remark, she actually felt a certain degree of agreement.
There are wizards who incorporate combat into magic, but one who can also use a gun is probably the only one in the entire global Wizarding World.
Wizard? Muggle?
She seemed to have a vague idea of what was going on.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?"
"No."
Hermione saw him put on his school uniform and banished the thought that had just popped into her mind.
"Qiu is coming this afternoon, who's going over?"
She blurted out, "I'll go over there!"
Vincent shrugged and turned to walk toward the castle.
If he stays with Qiu, it's easy for people to misunderstand him.
When we got back to the Great Hall, it was lunchtime.
As the number one freeloader at Hogwarts, Ron had been waiting with Harry for a long time.
James and Alfred were also there.
"Where is Neville?"
"He's looking for Leif."
Vincent sat down. "Seriously, why is he always so forgetful?"
"Who knows?" James shrugged, thinking of the always "mysterious" Leif.
Strictly speaking, it's not that it likes playing hide-and-seek, but rather that Neville often forgets where he puts it.
One time, it was left in the shower room.
Another time, I was left behind in the Potions Classroom.
"Huff, huff—" Neville, panting heavily, finally found Leif.
However, for some reason, one of his shoes was missing.
Are you interested in learning the Accio?
Neville nodded blankly, "I'd like to, but isn't this spell quite difficult?"
"I'll teach you another day when I have some free time." Vincent tapped the plate lightly.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
If Gryffindor students got along so harmoniously, Slytherin would never have been able to dominate the House Cup for six years.
Many people know this principle, but few Little Lions put it into practice.