An over-the-shoulder throw is a combination of skill and strength.
Quickly enter the fray, with fluid and seamless movements.
Even Crabbe and Goyle could fall down because of the leverage principle.
Hermione's success was not only due to her hard work, but also to Vincent's support.
When the students finished lunch and entered the Club Room, the two, who had already warmed up, were already practicing in the ring.
"Merlin's sports vest!" Lavender and Parvati finally cleared up their doubts.
Hermione has grown exceptionally fast lately.
So what if she eats more than both of them combined? With such a high level of exercise, it's no wonder she has such a great figure.
If they knew that there was also nighttime, in addition to daytime, they certainly wouldn't be envious.
One fighter in the ring is on defense, while the other is attacking with various fighting techniques.
Half an hour later, Hermione was drenched in sweat and had little energy left.
She slumped down against the pillar, opened the water bottle Vincent handed her, and drank most of it in one gulp.
"That's enough for today. If Malfoy and the others dare to swore again, you'll beat them to a pulp."
Of course, that doesn't include those two fat pig-like lackeys.
However, since they consider themselves noble Pure-blood Wizard, they probably wouldn't gang up on girls.
Hermione stood up and paused for a moment. "Let's continue tonight then."
After basically finishing the third-grade curriculum through self-study, I always need to find something to pass the time, otherwise it's like wasting my Time-Turner.
Vincent nodded with a wry smile.
The two were not vastly different in terms of magical ability; it was just that Hermione's physical reaction speed was far too slow.
No, actually he was too fast.
Even if Vincent starts a little slower, his spell is still faster Hermione's.
If it weren't for this reason, she wouldn't need to practice fighting with him every day.
And considering she just gave Draco a hard over-the-shoulder throw before Crabbe and Goyle could react, she'll definitely study even harder.
But this is, after all, a fight, and physical contact is necessary.
Hermione is almost 15 years old now, and no matter how careful she is, she will inevitably touch sensitive areas.
Vincent jumped off the ring, deciding to start the night with a hint.
She's smart enough to figure it out.
The banquet was about to begin, and seeing that none of the students intended to go on stage, he went back to his dormitory and took a shower.
I ran into Fred and George when I came out.
"Hey buddy, wanna go surprise the Old Bat?"
Vincent glanced at their bulging pockets and couldn't help but feel worried for Snape.
Sure enough, something always happens on Halloween.
First-year students are invaded by an Acromantula, second-year students are attacked by Basilisk, and it seems that third-year students will have to face the Old Bat.
"No." He smiled and politely declined the twins' invitation. "I'm on Snape's blacklist now, not much worse off than Harry."
He had just slipped into the dungeon when Snape, who was well-prepared, might discover him.
Let the twins experience being locked in Little Black as punishment; it'll teach them a lesson.
The Potions Office.
"Achoo—" Snape sneezed while he was brewing medicine.
His face was grim, not at all relieved that he had subconsciously turned his head away to avoid contaminating the medicine in the crucible.
Watching the purple potion boil, he turned the knob on the fireless alchemy furnace, lowering it to a suitable temperature for heat preservation.
I must say, the Potions set is quite useful.
Eliminate tedious steps for a more efficient cooking experience.
But the mere thought that this was an advertising fee paid by that brat Wayne made Snape's expression turn incredibly ferocious.
He's not a magnanimous person, but he'll still use it when necessary.
See, the medicine that would normally take half a day to brew was ready in just two hours.
The product is good; it's irrational to blame the manufacturer.
Snape brought his nose close to the crucible and smelled it.
The improvements have some minor flaws, probably because the new tools aren't very user-friendly.
The effect will be a little weaker; next time, I can try crushing the Wolfsbane into smaller pieces.
After keeping it warm for half a minute, he turned off the stove, took out a medicine bowl, and poured all the medicine into it.
He waved his wand, tidied his workbench, and walked out of the office carrying the medicine bowl in one hand.
Fred and George, who had been staking out outside for a long time, had their eyes gleaming and tacitly pulled out a bunch of prank props from their pockets.
I thought I'd have to wait until the banquet was about to start, but I didn't expect such a good opportunity to come so soon.
The twins set up the traps so quickly that it was almost impossible to tell that countless small traps were hidden outside the office.
Snape would love this surprise.
At 6 p. m., teachers and students arrived at the Great Hall one after another.
The long table on the marble floor has disappeared, replaced by countless giant pumpkins with lit candles.
Bats are an essential part of Halloween.
They hide under the high ceiling, and fly over in flocks whenever someone enters the Great Hall.
Vincent wasn't scared; instead, he started to look forward to it.
The first year was temporarily suspended due to the Acromantula, and the second year was missed due to the Basilisk attack.
This year, I can finally fully experience the charm of the Hogwarts Halloween Feast.
He found a pumpkin in a corner, sat down inside, and carefully observed it by peeking out with his eyes.
The professors all sat where the staff table used to be.
Dumbledore and McGonagall sat together and chatted;
Harry and Ron were inside Hagrid's biggest pumpkin;
Trelawney has monopolized a pumpkin by herself and is already drinking sherry;
Professors Sprout, Vector, Burbage, Babbling sat together;
Mrs. Madam Pomfrey and Madam Hooch sat in the corner;
In the other corner was Lupin, who looked unwell, probably sick.
Flitwick sat next to Lupin. Binns, who taught the History of Magic, was not there; he was probably still in class.
Finally, there's Snape, who also hogs an entire giant pumpkin.
He remained as gloomy as ever, probably unaware of the prank traps outside the Bat Cave.
Vincent was relieved.
Try to appear as high-profile as possible; this will reduce suspicion.
As soon as Fred and George, the instigators, came down, they immediately climbed into the pumpkin where Vincent was.
The two wore enigmatic smiles, seemingly quite confident in their plan.
"Hehehe~"
The three men let out an unusually sinister laugh, startling Cedric was passing by.
"I'm saying... you guys aren't plotting against me, are you?"
Fred and George warmly embraced him and pulled him inside.
"How could that be? Do we look like those kinds of people?"
Cedric looked left and right, and always felt a chill down his spine.
Looking back, I saw Snape's cold gaze.
Fortunately, it was aimed at Vincent in front of him, otherwise he would have had to run away.
One pumpkin can seat four people, but it's not enough when Rolf comes over.
"Engorgio— " The Engorgement Charm hit the pumpkin, and it instantly doubled in size.
Hermione, Daphne, and Astoria also arrived.
With another Engorgement Charm cast, their pumpkins were now the largest in the entire Great Hall.
Once all the students had arrived, Dumbledore gently tapped his glass and stood up. "Good evening, everyone!"
His eyes swept over the eager, excited faces. "I now solemnly announce that the Halloween Feast has officially begun!"