Hogwarts' Best Frenemy

Vincent was awakened by his three roommates.

It wasn't even 8 o'clock, and they were already yelling about sweeping Slytherin and branding this humiliation deeply into Snape's teaching career.

"Didn't we shave them bald last time?"

"Ah—" Neville was startled by the sudden voice.

He turned his head in alarm and saw Vincent sitting on the bed, stretching.

"We didn't wake you, did we?"

"What do you think?"

Luckily, Vincent wasn't a morning person, otherwise, given his habit of not waking up until mealtime, these three would probably be hanging on the dormitory door.

"Now that you're awake, do you want to head over early?"

Under three pairs of expectant little eyes, he threw back the covers and jumped onto the floor.

"Let's go, there shouldn't be a line today."

Hermione is the head of logistics for the Owl Court club, and more than half of the Gryffindor students are already using toothbrushes.

"Magic can regrow your teeth, but you definitely won't like the feeling."

Coupled with her personal testimony, the Cleaning Charm was basically used on toothbrushes.

But brushing teeth in the dorm was always weird, so McGonagall had the Gryffindor dormitory's shower room renovated a little.

The area was doubled, and a whole row of sinks was added.

The feeling of using it is no different from that in an ordinary Muggle school.

As the four of them entered, Harry and Ron, who had finished washing up, came out.

"Good luck, Vincent!"

Vincent pulled up the sleeve of his Blue Fatty pajamas, revealing fairly well-proportioned arm muscles. "Flint and those guys are all show muscles, they just look scary."

Military-style training emphasizes coordination, so in Britain, which values gentlemanly demeanor, you rarely see exaggeratedly muscular men like Uncle Sam.

"Wait until tomorrow—no, the day after tomorrow." He glanced at his three roommates, then at the somewhat thin Harry and Ron.

"If you're willing, I can give you my dad's training methods."

Harry was very interested. "I'm willing!"

Ron, seeing his best friend agree, had no reason to refuse.

"See you on the field."

"Okay, see you on the field."

The four of them washed up quickly, and were much more refreshed in less than 5 minutes.

Neville was about to remind Vincent that there was toothpaste on the corner of his mouth when he saw James and Alfred winking at him.

Normally, this wouldn't happen.

It could only be said that he was a little distracted, probably worried about the upcoming "friendly exchange."

They arrived at the common room and saw the twins and Hermione, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"How long have you been waiting?"

"We just got here." George stifled a laugh.

Fred was the same. "Miss Know-It-All arrived earlier than us, I think—"

"I arrived a little earlier than them." Hermione looked a little anxious. "Let's go, it's almost time."

Vincent looked at the watch on his wrist. "It's only 8:30, we have plenty of—"

"Let's go, let's go~" The twins pushed him forward.

"What's the rush?"

"We want to see Flint's smug little face, after all, this might be the last time~"

"Your hobbies are really weird."

Hermione, who was walking at the back, suddenly trotted forward.

She ignored the four pleading looks. "You have toothpaste on the left corner of your mouth."

Vincent reached out and gently wiped it off. "Thanks."

Then he turned back to look at his group of bad friends.

Neville was terrified by the stare. "Sorry, it was all them—"

"Forget it, anyway, I have a good memory, you can't all escape."

The way he said it so casually made even Fred and George feel a little apprehensive.

Wayne's revenge never waits overnight.

They ate this breakfast with considerable trepidation.

Vincent was in a great mood and even ate an extra sandwich.

"What do you think it is?" Alfred sidled up to Hermione. "It's the first time I've seen him so careless."

"Come on, he's not a robot."

"I know that, you don't need to explain it."

Her expression was a little unnatural. "You know he has ways to deal with curses. I think he's probably thinking about how to give Flint a good beating."

"That makes sense."

The moment Alfred left, her expression became even more unnatural.

If she wasn't mistaken, Vincent was probably considering something very important to him.

Muggle-born wizards have very limited access to magic.

What if he learned everything Flint knew in one go...

Hermione quickly shook her little head, averting her gaze from Vincent, who was staring at the ceiling.

It would be very difficult to do, even if his learning ability was stronger than hers.

But knowing his personality, it was actually very possible.

Time passed little by little, and soon it was 9:30.

Not many students remained in the Great Hall, but the two protagonists of the day were still there.

Marcus gave a thumbs up from afar, grimacing as he drew his finger across his neck.

"He's actually going to slit his throat later, how brave~"

"Flint really lives up to his reputation as Slytherin's gorilla captain, I bet his brain structure isn't much different from a gorilla's~"

The twins dragged out their words in a long drawl, causing Draco, who often spoke in that tone, to freeze his smile.

Bet!

Today, he would bet on Vincent's crushing defeat!

If the betting pool hadn't been shut down by McGonagall.

"Heh—let's go!"

The Slytherins swaggered out of the Great Hall.

Cho and Marietta came over.

"Good luck, Vincent!"

"Thanks, they won't be laughing in the end."

Hermione frowned slightly.

She was right after all.

Vincent chatted casually with the two of them for a few words, then stepped forward under Percy's slightly impatient gaze.

"Deputy President, isn't this a bit of a big show?"

The "friendly exchange" between the two clubs was a great opportunity to recruit new members.

The students standing behind Percy each held a flag with the Owl Court logo.

The three-year period has arrived, and all Gryffindor needs is for President Wayne to raise his arms and shout...

It was too much, Vincent already felt seriously uncomfortable.

"Time is a bit tight, with another half a day I could rush out a batch of custom-made clothing."

Actually, if you ignore certain flaws in Percy, he really is the best candidate for Deputy President in some ways.

"Is there enough activity funding?"

"Enough.

But can't you really tell me where this money comes from?"

Vincent stopped in front of the Great Hall door. "It's my little secret, Deputy President Percy."

When it's time to be assertive, you have to be assertive.

Percy nodded thoughtfully. "As long as it's obtained through legitimate means."

Vincent pushed open the door. "Although there's no invoice, I can guarantee it's legal and compliant."

With Dumbledore's approval and Snape's cautionary tale, he was just using the little cuties to create new value.