Perhaps because he had been schemed against so many times, Vincent was no longer as averse to it as he had been at the beginning.
However, some small revenge is still necessary.
After leaving the Transfiguration classroom, we sat quietly in the Great Hall and enjoyed our lunch.
Those who know him well know that new victims are about to emerge.
Draco's eyelids twitched wildly at the Slytherin table.
Seeing Vincent walk over after finishing his meal, he slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.
"Wayne, what are you doing here!"
Vincent glanced at his flushed little face,
"Malfoy, don't flatter yourself, I'm not here to see you."
The next lesson is about Care of Magical Creatures, and we can also introduce some new friends to the introverted Little Black so it can adapt to its new life in the Forbidden Forest as soon as possible.
Draco sat down angrily, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
Vincent walked straight over to the Slytherin freshmen.
"Astoria, shall we go to the Forbidden Forest to visit Jormungandr and a new friend?"
"Great!" Astoria exclaimed excitedly. "What kind of new friend is it?"
"It's a big black dog—" Vincent quickly corrected himself, "It's a stray dog."
Astoria, being simple-minded, is unlikely to be superstitious, but it's hard to say about other students, especially those from Slytherin.
"Can I bring Yumi with me?"
"Of course, it's just that our new friend is a bit introverted."
When the two of them arrived at Daphne's place, the surrounding freshmen started gossiping.
Pure-blood Supremacy is becoming less and less popular these days, especially after Vincent became the youth representative Britain Wizengamot.
Draco had a sour face.
Slytherin not only faced external threats, but also significant internal problems.
If this continues, more and more Little Snakes will "rebel".
The Black Swan Club needs a new plan!
Immediately! Right now!
When Vincent and his friends arrived at the Forbidden Forest, they were already having a lively discussion.
Jormungandr wasn't there; he must have gone out to find something to eat.
The Little Black, who was lying outside the wooden house, stood up alertly.
It stopped baring its teeth only after it saw that it was Vincent.
"A big black dog?" Fred and George froze when they saw the Little Black, as if they were petrified.
Vincent was somewhat downcast.
Wizards who can use magic are indeed superstitious.
"What's wrong with the big black dog again?" Hermione, carrying Crookshanks, cautiously approached the Little Black.
"Don't you always say Professor Trelawney is an old fraud?"
"This..." Fred and George stood there, stammering:
"Our Uncle Bilius once saw a black dog, and—and he died the next day in an accident."
"You all say it was an accident." Hermione tightened her embrace of Crookshanks, then reached out to touch the Little Black sitting in front of the cabin.
"Look, it's very well-behaved, it's just a little big."
Seeing that Little Black did not resist, Daphne took Astoria's hand and walked forward.
Fred and George exchanged a glance.
Such a well-behaved big black dog shouldn't be any ominous sign.
Accidents happen every day, and their Uncle Bilius may have just happened to see a black dog before the accident occurred.
Vincent's smile returned as he approached the three little witches petting the dogs.
"Thank you," he whispered to Hermione, then held up the large steak he had packed from the cafeteria.
Little Black glanced at it, but showed no excitement or wagging its tail.
If it were Grandpa Wayne's big dogs, they would have already been circling around Vincent.
It doesn't seem like introversion, but rather genuine arrogance.
"Come here, Little Black ~"
It was practically right up to its lips before it reluctantly took a bite.
"He's probably just shy," Vincent with an awkward laugh, placing the meat into a large bowl next to the cabin.
Stray dogs are very suspicious.
Even if they are willing to go home, it will be difficult for them to let down their guard in the face of an unfamiliar environment.
Not eating or drinking is perfectly normal; being willing to interact with strangers is already quite good.
Yumi, only a few months old, nestled in Astoria's arms, while Crookshanks brought his nose close to hers.
Little Black remained motionless, letting it sniff its own scent.
"Meow--"
"Woof—"
Vincent felt that Little Black's response seemed somewhat reluctant, whether it was his imagination or not.
"Meow--"
"Woof—"
And it was also a bit perfunctory.
"It doesn't seem to be shy." Rolf put the palm-sized Little White into his collar and walked around the Little Black a few times with interest.
He tentatively reached out, but the dog dodged his hand just as he was about to touch its head.
"Forehead..."
Fred and George were trying not to laugh.
Cedric couldn't help but chuckle.
Unconvinced, Rolf reached out again, but Little Black dodged once more with agility.
"Pfft—" Vincent couldn't hold it in any longer.
It's not introversion, it's genuine arrogance.
With a flushed face, Rolf rolled up his sleeves, looking determined to win.
The result is obvious.
One ran around the tree, while the other chased after it.
Little Black would occasionally stop and turn its head to look, which made Rolf so angry that he jumped up and down.
Do dogs dislike members of the Scamander Family?
Impossible!
Jormungandr, having enjoyed a hearty meal, also packed some food to take back with him.
It placed the roasted Acromantula leg on Little Black's large bowl, then looked at Rolf lying on the ground with a puzzled expression.
"Little Black doesn't like him very much."
"Hiss—" Jormungandr nodded his big head, then looked at Astoria with curiosity.
Yumi became even more frightened.
It was a big black dog and a gigantic snake; it was almost as small as Little White.
Astoria comforted it, "Yumi, Jormungandr and Little Black are our friends, they won't hurt you."
Ragdoll cats are notoriously timid, and besides, they don't have the Kneazle like Crookshanks.
Like Little Black, Yumi also needs to adapt to the new environment.
"Gu Gu— " Another distinguished member of the School Board Member has finally arrived.
Although it flies low and slowly, it does not diminish its inherent noble aura.
Just as it was about to land on Vincent's forehead, a pair of large hands firmly caught it.
"You seem to have gone astray lately."
"Gu Gu!"
Gu Gu's explanation instantly shattered the aura surrounding her.
Little Black, who was about to start eating in front of the big bowl, watched curiously as the man and the eagle argued.
It smelled delicious; perhaps it was starving.
After arguing for a few minutes, Vincent discovered that the steak and grilled spider legs had been eaten.
The way he was lying there, looking over like he'd just finished eating and was watching a show, was just like someone who'd already eaten their fill.
It must be my imagination.
He glanced at his watch. "It's almost time for class. Do you have classes this afternoon?"
Cedric, who had been mocking Rolf, suddenly looked miserable. "Oh no, I have to go to Potions Class!"
Although the twins had to take Potions Class just like him, it didn't stop them from doing what they were supposed to do.
Cedric ran toward the castle, and the two of them followed behind, mocking him mercilessly.
The laughter faded into the distance, and occasionally a few angry roars could be heard.