This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Saturday was supposed to be a good day without classes.

However, the door of the Black Swan Club was closed, and a piece of parchment that had been altered many times was attached to the side.

[Emergency notification;

This club has decided to close the activity room on the fifth floor from now on due to the stupidity of the president and management.

The new activity room is located on the first floor of the castle, opposite Argus Filch's office.

Members, do not panic.

President Malfoy just had a brain problem, not that he wanted to pack up and run away overnight.

I look forward to the return of Black Swan to create greater glory and create a legend far beyond what it once was!

——The president’s personal secretary, Pansy Parkinson]

Autumn turned and looked inside the Court of Owls Club.

The six little ones seemed to be in a good mood, and seemed to be commenting on an emergency notice in a dignified manner.

"Damage, brother, you are too damaged~"

"The Big Fat Goose Club is in disgrace. I would be furious if I were Malfoy."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Many students who were curious about the Black Swan Club turned to look at the source of the laughter.

Except for King Gallon, this club that was forced to close really couldn't beat the Court of Owls.

In terms of the strength of the president, Draco was beaten in every aspect.

In terms of members' appearance, only Daphne can beat it.

In terms of overall quality, the friendly owl completely beats the noble black swan.

"Excuse me, can we join your club?"

Vincent stopped laughing instantly, straightened his somewhat messy collar and stood up.

"Of course, please register here." He led several students to Percy in an extremely gentlemanly manner.

small book booth

"This is our vice president, mainly responsible for member review matters."

Percy held out his hand, "Welcome to the Court of Owls."

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Slytherin boys dormitory.

Crabbe and Goyle were taking turns banging against the door, while Draco was sitting on the bed with a gloomy look on his face.

Outside the door, led by Higgs, a large group of boys were pulling on a thick rope tied to the doorknob.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, these thirty-six large copper locks look like they are welded to the door and door frame.

The situation in the girls' dormitory is not optimistic either.

Pansy had woken up screaming and passed out a dozen times.

Boys are big-hearted, and girls are very sensitive.

It's light to wake up with a rainbow face and collapse like this.

The other two roommates had long since scared away.

Only Daphne, who didn't react much, sat beside her bed.

These beautiful emerald green eyes held an unconcealable resentment.

Coupled with the beautiful and exquisite "smiley face", it looks weird no matter which angle you look at it.

"Vincent Wayne——"

It doesn't matter who did it, it's all about this person anyway.

Black Swan's judgment was wrong. He was not a compassionate person at all.

Daphne bit her lower lip and took away the small mirror that Pansy was holding tightly in her hands.

"Cheer up quickly, we can't let the Owls go..."

She successfully woke up the other party, "It's Wayne, he was the one who instigated it."

"This damn mudblood!" The seven colors on Pansy's face were intertwined with each other.

"It's impossible for him to know where our dormitory is." Daphne looked at the door thoughtfully, "I can't imagine that someone betrayed us."

"Traitor? Haha——"

Apart from this explanation, there is no more reasonable explanation.

There is a traitor in Slytherin!

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Draco's bedroom door was finally opened.

He walked up to the fifth floor with a frosty face, and couldn't hold back when he saw the emergency notice.

"Wayne!!!"

Vincent, who was punching sandbags in the ring, saw him come in angrily and punched hard with his right hand.

The half-human-high sandbag hissed and a small hole was punched out.

Draco's eyelids twitched briefly, then he strode closer with an even angrier demeanor.

"Wayne, it turns out you are such a stingy person!"

Vincent jumped off the ring, "I've never been a generous person."

Higgs and Pusey blocked the approaching twins.

Crabbe and Goyle, who were all sore, also stood in front of Cedric and Rove.

"Despicable!" Draco clenched his fists, as if he was about to punch them out at any moment.

"You have no right to criticize me." Vincent jokingly looked at the tightly wrapped man standing behind him.

As the first person, Blaise was the one who was punished yesterday after Pansy.

"Wayne!" Marcus stepped forward next to Draco, "Do you dare to compete with me?"

His physique is one size larger than Vincent's, so it's not surprising that he has this confidence.

"Let me ask you a question -" George stood on tiptoes and put his head on Higgs' shoulder, "Where do you get your confidence from?"

All Gryffindor students know that the Court of Owls was originally a club dedicated to teaching fighting.

"Hmph!" Marcus snorted coldly, then took off his coat and grinned, "It's just communication between clubs.

Wayne, are you afraid? "

"I have persuaded him." George retracted his head and looked at Fred, "It's a rare Saturday, and Madam Pomfrey should have some opinions again."

"Pfft - I heard that she has been in a bad mood recently, and the students who come to see her are having a miserable time."

"Shut up!" Marcus gave Draco a very subtle look, "You damned bunch, you will get retribution sooner or later!"

"Flint!" Percy stood in front of him with his chest straight, "Are you threatening us?"

"So what, come on, Wes!"

Hermione looked at the explosive scene in front of her, and subconsciously cast her eyes towards Vincent.

He was very calm, and even had time to look at Daphne wearing a mask and Pansy covering her entire face.

She suddenly remembered a joke in the comics.

You can sneak attack and threaten Batman to be his enemy, but you can never challenge him to a fight.

Mr. Wayne, who has made all preparations, can even beat Superman in red pants.

"Wayne, are you going to avoid this fair duel?"

"No." Vincent focused his attention on Marcus.

He is strong enough, so he should be tough when fighting.

"I'll wait for you here at 10 a.m. tomorrow."

Draco narrowed his eyes, "Is it not possible now?"

"Too few spectators." Vincent glanced at him, "Friendly exchanges between clubs, we have to call the professors here, right?"

Marcus's eyes shrank instantly.

He originally planned to do something to make the other party lose face in his own club.

By then, with Blaise's gold galleons paving the way, the joke of the Black Swan will be covered by the Court of Owls.

An open duel?

"Okay, we will be there on time tomorrow."

Draco looked at him in surprise, and only felt relieved when he got a look of confidence.

The background of a pure-blood wizard family is not comparable to that of a Muggle-born.

Although he could not use black magic under the noses of the professors, the evil curses that were not forbidden to use were several times more than those taught in school.

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