Old Bat Would Never Care About Other People's Feelings

Vincent had learned the technique of changing only appearance and properties without altering weight last year.

His Quaffle was huge and round, bouncing off the floor and ceiling several times.

"Beautiful, Mr. Wayne!" McGonagall showed no intention of awarding points.

Hermione's, which was a size smaller, earned 2 points instead.

Vincent was not disappointed at missing out on points.

Compared to Human Transfiguration, object transfiguration was practically elementary school level.

After class, Vincent immediately returned to the dormitory to write a letter.

Gu Gu obediently carried it off, then flew back a few minutes later.

"How exactly did you convince them?"

Gu Gu raised one little wing, seemingly showing off its glossy brown feathers.

Vincent rolled up his sleeves. "You call that muscle?"

"Gu Gu!"

He covered his face and walked out of the dormitory.

Before the afternoon Potions Class, Gargoyle's Howl and Daily Wizarding News updated with quite a bit of news in real time.

The current accompanying image showed Yamamoto Tsukumo with a face as dark as charcoal.

Perhaps it had been Viktor's idea. As a rival on the surface, he had visited the Gwent flagship store and even been frightened by the grand spectacle.

There were no photos from the time, but there were reporters' interviews.

[Mr. Yamamoto, does Wizard Cards feel any pressure?

No comment.

Can you predict Gwent's first-day sales?

No comment.

Does Wizard Cards have any countermeasures?

No comment!]

The more glorious Yamamoto had been before, the more miserable he was portrayed now.

Vincent suddenly felt a wave of low pressure and hurriedly put away the newspaper Hermione was holding beside him.

The instant Snape stepped in with his left foot, the students in the classroom all fell silent as though their throats had been strangled.

He glanced at Vincent and Hermione,