As a Copy Wizard, there was nothing Vincent couldn't duplicate.
So what if it was crispy duck?
"I still think Cho's tastes better." Hermione's assessment seemed a little biased.
"Yeah, it's lacking a bit of heat." Rolf licked the salt and pepper from his fingertips.
He said that, but still took another piece.
The humble president, cooking live online.
Vincent raised his wand. "Come on, everyone, do it with me!"
Harry was the first to look at Cho.
Even children knew which side to choose.
Only after seeing that Vincent wasn't angry did Cho teach everyone how to make crispy duck.
Hermione came over to his side. "Are you setting your sights on her?"
"What kind of sights am I setting on her?"
"I can guess even if you don't tell me."
She gave him a look that said she had seen through the truth. "Hufflepuff has Cedric and Rolf. On Ravenclaw's side, you're planning to recruit Cho, the most popular one right now."
"What about Slytherin?" Vincent returned a teasing look.
The best opening was actually Draco, who had been getting beaten up all this time.
Unfortunately, they had fallen out too badly. The possibility of reconciling and becoming friends was practically zero.
Hermione looked into the distance. "Daphne Greengrass."
Back at the Black Lake, she had already known that Daphne's wavering wasn't fake.
This young witch was not bad by nature. She merely had to maintain pure-blood supremacy for some reason.
It might have come from her family, or it might have come from her social circle.
After all, she was in Slytherin and had been born into an extreme Pure-blood family.
Vincent shrugged indifferently. "Fred and George are both Weasleys. They were already friendly toward Muggles.
Cedric isn't that sort of person either, and there's no need