How to Pass the Time in an Interesting Way

The Sorting Ceremony had just ended when Snape walked into the Great Hall with an unprecedentedly broad grin.

Dumbledore probably hadn't told him the entire plan.

That was what Vincent thought as he enjoyed dinner.

"He's definitely going to be disappointed," Neville suddenly said from beside him.

All the surrounding students stared at him with horrified expressions.

"Merlin's underpants!" James loosened his grip on his fork. "You actually figured it out too?"

In that instant, Neville felt the malice in their gazes.

"O-of course! We all know what happened. It'd be strange if I couldn't figure it out, right?"

James was rendered speechless by the retort.

Everyone knew Harry had certain special privileges. Vincent could be expelled, but Harry never would be.

Ron had also been blessed by fate this term, but now not even a trace of it remained.

Neville looked ordinary, but he knew perfectly well how different he was from the two of them.

"I admire you even more now." James reached out and placed a hand on Vincent's shoulder. "If I had half your ability, I'd be even more arrogant and complacent than Malfoy."

"Can we not mention him?" Vincent said with a look of disgust. "You've made me lose my appetite."

Their voices weren't loud, but Draco could still hear them from across a long table.

After Dumbledore and McGonagall followed Snape out of the Great Hall, he suddenly shrieked,

"Potter and Weasley are finished! Let's go celebrate in the common room later!"

"Yeah!" Crabbe and Goyle immediately chimed in loudly, showing excellent awareness of the situation.

Vincent glanced at them. "No originality. You're just playing with what we've already gotten tired of."

Even though Slytherin's cheers were loud, Draco could still hear those words clearly.

"Blaise, did you hear that?"

"No."

He shook his