This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Draco, whose skin was all red from rubbing, took his two younger brothers with him, walked out of the dormitory and went straight to a club activity room on the fifth floor.

His ferocious smile was particularly charming, "Wayne, come out!"

Harry and Ron, who were playing cards, looked over and couldn't help bursting into laughter.

Behind this pink little face, there is definitely a rather sad story.

Thinking of Vincent saying he wanted to reason with him last night, Harry fell off his chair with laughter.

"Butter!" Draco's face turned even redder.

"Come in and try!" Ron blocked the door with a lunge.

He clenched his hands into fists and got into a fighting stance, "This is the Court of Owls Club!"

"Get away, you red-haired dead skunk!"

Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward, twisting their necks with slight disdain in their eyes.

As long as they are not facing Vincent, they can confidently defeat any student.

"Wow~" Fred and George both put down the cards in their hands and happily picked up a plate of Dumbledore's same candies.

"Ah——" Ron screamed strangely,

He grabbed Goyle's big hand.

Human joints are fragile,

It will dislocate with just a slight twist.

"Ouch——" This heartbreaking cry of pain,

After hearing this, Crabbe subconsciously exited the activity room.

"Idiot, he's just a person!" Draco kicked him back.

This activity room is full of card players, but few are serious about learning fighting.

On the ring in the corner, Vincent took a quick look at him from a distance and then continued to punch sandbags.

He believes that when the novelty of Gwent wears off, many people will come to him to learn how to fight.

"Fuck, Weasley!" Crabbe's fist hit Ron who refused to let go.

Gao Er endured the pain and slapped him hard with his left hand that was not hanging down.

This slap missed Ron, but he kicked him in the knee instead.

"Ouch——" There was another extremely sad sound.

Crabbe suddenly strode forward at this moment.

He hugged Ron and tightened his grip with both hands.

Hermione on the side of the ring was a little anxious, "Are you just watching?"

Vincent glanced over and saw Harry rushing forward.

"Although we caused the trouble, this is a good opportunity for publicity."

"I have a vague idea of ​​what you are going to do in the future."

He didn't feel guilty at all, "Everyone has to have a dream. What if it comes true?"

Hermione turned her little head away,

"So,

What is your dream? "

"I haven't thought about it yet." Vincent clenched his fists.

Knock the whole sandbag away.

"Be a superhero who punishes evil and promotes good?

The Dark Lord sounds pretty good too. "

With Harry's help, Ron quickly broke free.

"Not bad?" Hermione's pupils focused on Goyle who fell to the ground.

"Gellert Grindelwald was imprisoned in Nurmengard,

That person will end up in Azkaban sooner or later. "

"That person?" Vincent jumped off the ring, "Oh, you're talking about Voldemort, right?"

Hermione looked a little frustrated, "I don't have the courage to say even a syllable every time.

"Just use your real name instead." He picked up the sandbag, "Tom without a nose, Tom without hair, Tom without a body..."

When she heard these dozen nicknames, her fear of Voldemort gradually diminished.

Vincent looked toward the door.

The two inexperienced people could only keep dodging Crabbe's big hands.

"Break his fingers!"

Harry received the prompt and held Crabbe's fist.

There was a "pop" sound, and the fleshy index finger was almost broken to the back of the hand.

Ron took the opportunity to slam his head into Crabbe's chin.

"Ouch——"

Draco kicked the two younger brothers back again.

As proud as he is, he cannot deny the benefits of fighting at this time.

"Malfoy, are you going to hide behind this for the rest of your life?"

Listening to Ron's provocation, Draco certainly couldn't bear it.

But the group of card players with unkind eyes inside, and the two young men who repeatedly retreated in front of him, can all prove the true level of the Court of Owls Club.

But impulsiveness is not advisable.

"Wayne, I know you did it!"

Vincent, who was far away, raised his finger at him, "Since we can't beat him, do you want to join in?"

Such an insincere invitation,

Draco blushed and sneered,

"Are you worthy of being compared to me?"

"I invited you."

Vincent flicked his left hand,

"If you don't leave, I will kick them out."

"Wayne!" Draco bit his lower lip and suddenly turned around calmly.

"Wait and see, my club will definitely be better than yours!"

He left, feeling quite aggrieved.

"President Wayne is mighty!" The twins took the lead in cheering.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, both seeing unconcealable joy.

Although the process was still a bit embarrassing, using his skills to defeat two tall opponents truly proved his progress.

"Keep moving!" Vincent re-hung the sandbags on the ring.

He had a rough idea of ​​what Draco's club would be like.

Relying on the power of the fathers to win over outstanding students of all grades is a traditional "elite" route.

The Court of Owls has no threshold at all, even if Slytherin students join.

Like Dumbledore, he relied on his own abilities and charisma.

Although it is not very clear, Draco and even the entire Malfoy family probably rely on interests and resource exchange.

"Walking on a tightrope and sitting on the fence..." Vincent slightly increased the strength of his punch.

Among the pure-blood wizards, they are probably the only ones who dare to play this trick.

"Are you talking about the Malfoy family?"

"Yes." He stopped the sandbags he was throwing.

Hermione, who was thinking, suddenly had a bold idea.

Before, Vincent was indifferent to the club's affairs, but now he is working hard on all aspects.

Those trial Gwent cards were all made with the gold galleons he earned from reselling the Acromantula.

"Do you really want to reform the wizarding world?"

She did not get an answer, but only received a rather calm look.

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Early Monday morning.

A large group of owls carrying newspapers rushed into the auditorium.

"The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts fights the Hogwarts freshmen?"

Neville looked at Vincent cautiously.

"What's wrong?"

"You're on the headlines."

"Oh."

After more than a week of interrogation, it seems that Quirrell is really crazy.

The moment Hermione saw the headline, she covered her mouth as if she realized something.

The Ministry of Magic once again tried to cover up the truth, which was a stupid move in her opinion.

Voldemort will come back one day, and there will be a price to pay for covering one's ears and stealing the bell.

"The rising star of the magic world?" Draco at the next table said sarcastically,

"Is it great to deal with a crappy professor who teaches a crappy defense class?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Jealous, huh? Do you dare to go out and duel?"

"No matter how jealous you are, you don't have the ability to do it!"

The Gryffindor table burst into a burst of curses.

Vincent stood up calmly, "It's really nothing great, just a fool who can only use the killing curse."

The whole hall fell silent instantly.

Today's Daily Prophet did not disclose relevant details, but only said that the matter of the Order of Merlin was being discussed.

If Quirrell is really a lousy professor, there is no need for the Ministry of Magic to make a fuss.

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