Pansy had not wanted to lay everything bare.
In that morning's Charms class, Professor Flitwick had taught everyone the general counterspell, Finite Incantatem.
But Draco had only just learned it when Vincent demonstrated a more advanced application, an almost entirely different Finite Incantatem.
The principle and incantation were the same; only the range and duration differed.
In Flitwick's own words, he had never taught a twelve-year-old wizard with such magical power.
To Pansy, the praise Vincent received felt like a slap across her face.
Yet her childhood best friend, Daphne, had reacted exactly as she had in yesterday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"You've been bewitched. Someone of Wayne's vile bloodline cannot even be called a wizard."
She sat down with her little fists clenched. "They're thieves, stealing magic from us.
"You've heard about the Chamber of Secrets, haven't you? The adults all think Wayne has not only sullied the honor of us pure-bloods, but also defiled Salazar Slytherin, one of the school's founders."
Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic had not concealed the matter of the Chamber of Secrets, only Jormungandr's existence.
Even so, Vincent's title of "Serpent Hunter" had still made the students think of the Basilisk.
The children of the five "legitimate" pure-blood families that believed in pure-blood supremacy all belonged to Slytherin.
Daphne's gaze remained firm. "We've been shackled by the past for too long. It's time to open our eyes and see the truth."
"What truth?" Pansy clenched her fists tightly. "The truth is that they don't deserve to stand with us! Wayne is a Mudblood who should have vanished from the Wizarding World long ago!"
"Pansy, actually, we—"
"Listen, Daphne." She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
"We'll find a way to deal with Astoria's matter. Don't let trash like