This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Owl and black swan,

Vincent and Draco.

The two clubs are directly opposite each other, and it is obvious that they are here to compete tit for tat.

In the Black Swan Club, there is a large group of students from excellent family backgrounds.

Blaise Zabini, who is as famous as Harry and Vincent, is a tall boy with dark skin and slightly slanted brown eyes.

Like Draco and Pansy, he is a first-year Slytherin student.

"Vincent Wayne is just a clown created by the Ministry of Magic."

Blaise raised his eyebrows slightly,

"It's just a waste like Quirrell. He acts like he defeated some Dark Lord."

The beautiful girl with long dark blond hair next to him teased: "Are you too conceited, Zabini?"

"What's the problem, Greengrass?"

"No." The girl looked at Pansy, as if she was asking something with her eyes.

"Wayne is indeed a clown." Pansy returned a reassuring look, "But you can't deny the fact that we lose to him every time, right, Blaise?"

"That's because you lack my advice."

As the president, Draco didn't mind his arrogance.

Madame Zabini is a very beautiful witch.

But such external conditions,

It is often easy to cause misfortune.

Each of her husbands would leave a large inheritance to her mother and son, and then pass away for various reasons.

If it weren't for something so bizarre that I wouldn't even dare to write a novel,

You can never escape the title of femme fatale.

By the time he entered school, Brace had just welcomed his seventh stepfather.

"Brace, do you have any suggestions?"

Even if his wealth was comparable to his own, Draco's pride had not completely subsided.

Killing someone with a borrowed knife is an old Malfoy tradition.

"We need to fight back."

Prefect Marcus grinned widely, "Zabini, are you going to sneak attack Wayne?"

Blaise slapped his wand on the table, "What about the sneak attack? We have to bring him down at all costs."

There are thousands of school rules, but the first one is not to be discovered.

Unlike Draco's arrogance, he was openly flouting the rules.

"Conceited, too conceited." The girl just now shook her head at Pansy, "Zabini, Wayne is not simple at all."

"So what?" Blaise lazily leaned back in his chair, "Knock him down completely.

Gryffindor would no longer listen to him. "

The method is a bit simple and crude,

But it is better than being straightforward.

No matter how strong the first grade wizard is,

Is it possible to win a group fight?

Even if he wins, can he remain unscathed?

One small time every two days and one big time every seven days. I don’t believe it will be safe every time.

"You have to hope that we can get it done as soon as possible." The girl's small hand caressed the antique teacup filled with hot tea, "As time goes by, it will only make them more united.

"Of course I know." Blaise leaned forward as if he was sure, "Daphne Greengrass."

Pansy felt a little sorry.

The reason why Daphne looks down on Blaise, who will inherit a lot of wealth in the future, is probably because he can't even cast the disarming spell.

Coupled with an extremely conceited character, no matter how noble the bloodline is, it is not a good choice.

They have known each other since they were children. Compared to Pansy's background, Daphne values ​​her own abilities more.

Draco, who smiled and said nothing, saw that his goal had been achieved, so he got up and left the Black Swan Club.

Regardless of success or failure, he can be alone.

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…

There was no class for Gryffindor's first year students on Wednesday afternoon.

"Are you going to training again, Vincent?"

"Not going today."

Neville nodded, "I really envy you for having the courage to refuse Wood."

"He's actually quite easy to talk to." Vincent pushed open the castle door, "As long as you behave well enough."

It was so difficult that even Harry, who was recognized as having excellent flying talent, couldn't complete it, and everyone else could only think about it.

"When will you come back?"

"Before dinner."

Vincent walks out of the castle,

Heading towards the Forbidden Forest openly.

In order to study the limits of deformation between various types of wood,

He asked Dumbledore for a pass yesterday.

Even after being stared at for a long time, he never showed any signs of weakness.

"Mr. Wayne,

Don't damage the environment of the Forbidden Forest. "

"Definitely."

Dumbledore's solemn explanation obviously failed to have the desired effect.

Vincent strolled around and filled his pockets with small bottles.

"This amount will be enough to last until Gwent is released..."

As soon as he returned to the castle, he was stared at by several pairs of malicious eyes.

Of course, there are more than just first-year students in the Black Swan Club. Many senior students have joined under Jin Gallon's offensive.

At that time, many people felt that these two clubs were lucrative. One would never have to pay membership fees, and the other could even get golden galleons.

Some of the other clubs in Hogwarts are about to be killed by these two.

Of course Vincent noticed the looks.

It's just that the intentions of this group of people are so obvious, they almost have the word "attacker" written on their faces.

"Neville, help me take these back to the dormitory."

"oh."

Neville took a closer look and found a dozen small bottles filled with purple-black liquid.

He shuddered, and just as he was about to ask what it was, Vincent had already walked up the marble steps.

"What is this?" Harry and Ron, who had just finished playing cards, were very curious about this.

"I don't know, Vincent asked me to take it back." Neville didn't pay attention to the dozen Slytherin students who walked up the stairs.

His world was very simple, and he didn't even understand school violence.

"It's not some venom, is it?" Ron quickly put down the small bottle, "This must be used to trick Malfoy and his gang."

He said it so confidently that Harry also thought it was very likely.

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Stairwell on the third floor.

Vincent had known that someone was following him.

He had thought that Draco's Black Swan Club would be more presentable, but he didn't expect that it would still use the same old three things.

Competing in number, size, and grade.

Lower grades must be bullied?

Such a low-end method inevitably disappointed him.

"Da Da Da -" There were hurried footsteps from upstairs.

Vincent's eyes lit up.

He even knew how to surround, which was beyond the realm of childishness.

He stood there and stretched out his hand to twist his neck.

If I guessed correctly, the stairwells on these two floors were set up with magic that prevented sound from being transmitted.

Being stuck here, I'm afraid I can't ask for help.

"Don't be shy, let me see you." Vincent smiled and drank a few bottles of potion.

He had just reached a sustainable development cooperation with the little cuties, and he still had a lot of enhancement potions left.

"Wayne!" The first person to show up was Adrian Puse, who came down from the building and suffered a big loss before the Quidditch game.

"One-on-one?"

"What do you think?"

Vincent quickly pulled out his wand, "The place is a bit narrow, let me clean it up first.

Blinded by fluorescent light——"

The extremely dazzling white light enveloped the stairwells on the third and fourth floors of the castle.

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