How to Pass the Time in an Interesting Way

As soon as the Sorting Ceremony ended, Snape walked into the Great Hall with an unprecedentedly big smile.

Dumbledore probably didn't tell him the whole plan.

Vincent, who was having dinner, thought so.

"He'll be very disappointed," Neville suddenly said from the side.

The students around him all stared at him with horrified expressions.

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

In that instant, Neville sensed the malice in their eyes.

"Ken—of course! We all know what happened, it would be strange if we couldn't figure it out, right?"

James was speechless when asked the question.

It's common knowledge that Harry has certain privileges; expelling Vincent wouldn't be an option for him.

Ron had his moment of glory this semester, but now not a trace of it remains.

Neville may seem ordinary, but he is acutely aware of the difference between himself and the other two.

"I admire you even more now." James put his hand on Vincent's shoulder. "If I had half your skills, I would be at least more arrogant than Malfoy."

"Can we not talk about this person?" Vincent said with a look of disgust. "You've made me lose my appetite."

Their voices weren't loud, but Draco, who was separated by a long table, could hear them.

As Dumbledore and McGonagall followed Great Hall out of the Snape, he suddenly shrieked something.

"Potter and Weasley are finished. Let's go to the Club Room and celebrate later!"

"Great!" Crabbe and Goyle, with their keen eyesight, immediately echoed loudly.

Vincent glanced at them. "Nothing new, just repeating what we've already done."

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

"Blaise Zabini, did you hear that?"

"No."

He shook his little head, trying to drive away the intruding sound.

"It's fine when he doesn't speak, but the moment he opens his mouth, I feel disgusted—"

His background is so-so; who outside the Atlantic Ocean would recognize him?

"His father isn't the only School Board Member; Fudge is waiting to take advantage of their family too—"

Draco's expression grew increasingly grim as he listened, showing signs of a breakdown.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Get out of my way!" He roughly pushed away Goyle, who was leaning towards him.

Crabbe followed his resentful gaze.

No wonder he was in a bad mood; Vincent had mouthed something to him.

"Draco, can you understand what he's saying?"

He was speaking right next to my ear!

Not only Crabbe and Goyle, but also Blaise Zabini and Pansy were frightened.

"I don't know how he did it, but his voice just kept coming into my ears."

What good is it to curse someone behind their back? They won't hear a thing.

Vincent was quite clever; he used a simple Wandless Magic technique to transmit his voice into Draco's ears.

"Finite Incantatem— " Marcus pointed his wand at his ears.

The world became quiet instantly.

Draco raised his chin high, watching Vincent turn away with a bored expression.

"Damn Wayne, how dare he try to kill time with me!"

Blaise Zabini grinned maliciously, "He won't be happy for long. We've already made almost all the preparations at home."

"Damn Gwent!" Pansy's face was equally contorted with rage. "Wayne, just wait until there are no sales and you lose all the Gold Galleons you've worked so hard to earn!"

Daphne said a few words casually, then lowered her head and continued eating.

Emotionally speaking, she leans towards her friends.

But her reason told her that even if she beat Vincent, it would be meaningless.

No matter how much Gold Galleons he earns back, it won't diminish the halo above his head.

To resume the blatant targeting we did last semester, we will undoubtedly need even stronger measures.

As for completely destroying it, that's probably impossible in the short term.

When Dumbledore returned, she had already decided to stand aside for the rest of the school year.

"Ahem—" Dumbledore cleared his throat and looked at Lockhart, who had a charming smile, under the students' gazes.

"I believe everyone already knows this."

Yes, Gilderoy Lockhart is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The Great Hall was instantly filled with cheers from the girls.

Vincent gained a more direct understanding of Lockhart's popularity.

The fact that the usually carefree Gryffindor girls were now all blushing and clapping shyly was enough to be alarming.

Aren't you envious of him?

"He's level three, I'm level two." He shrugged at Neville. "If anyone's envious, it's him envying me."

"You make a very good point." Neville shrank back. "But I still feel like he'll incite public outrage."

Vincent's gaze lingered on the boys' faces.

Each has its own grievances, and each has its own fierceness.

Snape came in at that moment.

His face, so gloomy it seemed to drip water, turned towards the staff table.

Seeing Lockhart basking in the cheers and applause, he became even more sinister than before.

Expel Harry and Ron?

The principal said that the dean would decide on this matter.

Who is the headmaster of the Gryffindor? He is McGonagall, who appears impartial on the surface but is actually just as biased towards his own family as McGonagall.

She was still the vice principal, so need I say more?

Snape completely ignored Lockhart, who greeted him, and simply sat down on his own.

"Quiet—" Dumbledore times before he could finally quell the girls' enthusiasm.

"Actually, there are two more things I haven't said yet."

After making a small joke, he turned his gaze to the Gryffindor table. "According to a professor who wishes to remain anonymous, the castle seems to be quite lively at night."

"We didn't!" the twins immediately denied loudly.

"I see." Dumbledore nodded slightly to McGonagall, who had just entered. "The professor said he would patrol at irregular intervals at night."

He glanced at Vincent, as if hinting at something.

"There's one last thing—"

His deep blue eyes moved toward the star-studded ceiling.

"If you miss the Hogwarts Express, I hope you will not act on your own and cause some irreversible consequences."

Vincent rolled his eyes on the spot.

Just as he expected, Dumbledore had no intention of revealing the truth.

I didn't tell the students, so I guess Harry doesn't know much about it either.

On the bright side, it's about considering the relationship between wizards and House-elf.

If things go wrong, Dumbledore would be held responsible if anything happened to the students.

"Sigh—" Vincent sighed and joined everyone in singing the school song.

This time he didn't use a special tune, he just followed the crowd and hummed along.

"Everyone should get some rest!"

Not long after Dumbledore left, Percy led the first-year students back to their dormitories.

"The password changes every day, and you can see it on the bulletin board in the common room."

He raised his voice and shouted to the older students behind him, "Today's password is 'Bee-eater,' don't forget!"