Chapter 139 The Old Gentleman

Lunch break the next day.

All the members of the Black Swan Club are here.

As soon as Pusey, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was pushed in, he saw Higgs with an innocent face.

If this man hadn't cast an iron armor spell yesterday, his waist wouldn't have been injured like this.

Higgs is quite innocent.

If he hadn't blocked it, he would be the one in the wheelchair now.

"Humph!" Pousse snorted coldly and pushed himself in.

The injuries among the boys inside were more serious than the last.

Draco's hand was less swollen, but still larger than usual;

Marcus is no longer crying and snotty,

However, the black and red circles under his eyes could prove that he had a poor sleep quality last night;

In addition to the red marks on Brace's face, there is also a faint green layer.

Crabbe and Goyle were in the worst condition when they were standing. Their entire faces were slightly swollen, and their skin still had a faint green glow.

As survivors, Pansy and Daphne finally knew why Draco couldn't deal with Vincent.

His technique is watertight and every action takes very little time.

Moreover, last night his own dean went on patrol at night and caught Blaise as he was going to the Gryffindor dormitory to find a place.

Marcus took a sip of hot tea and rinsed his mouth. "It's not surprising that Wayne knows the Disguise Curse. The problem is those weird little balls."

It can both stain and cause pustules, and has the terrible effect of swelling at the touch of a finger.

As soon as he mentioned this, Draco's eyes began to become trance-like.

He has experienced all these things.

It started with the original Big Dung Egg;

Then there was the spray of perfume that caused boils;

Then came the choking soap that emitted smoke when exposed to water;

Finally, it is a powder that is difficult to fade even if you rub it into your skin.

Now every item has been upgraded, not to mention the addition of smoke that can swell into pig's trotters.

"Those tricky props are not the point."

Draco propped his chin up with his hoof, "Even Professor Snape can't catch Wayne. This guy is more elusive than a ghost."

Blaise's knife is so stupid, it's just like paper.

"Ha—ghost?" Pansy sneered, "Bloody Barrow can freely enter and exit the girls' dormitory. Can he do that?"

It’s questionable whether Vincent is a gentleman, but he does have areas that he can’t get in and out of.

"You mean..." Daphne looked very surprised.

If a boy can't do it, what about a girl?

According to a historically unreliable newspaper, the Wayne family has been a traditional old gentleman for generations.

Pansy burst out with a ferocious laugh, "We have to change our target.

A most feeble and incompetent target. "

"Longbottom!" Blaise also laughed ferociously.

How on earth should a girl who bullied a little lion get revenge?

"Ho ho ho ho -" The two of them laughed like old bats.

Draco swept away the gloom on his face,

"Longbottom is Wayne's roommate, and this is just the beginning."

The Black Swan Club is filled with joy again.

The Court of Owls is happier here.

According to some gossip,

Those students who asked for leave in the morning were more seriously injured than the other.

"Qiu, are you really not interested in Wayne?" Marietta's two big eyes were always staring at the figure sweating on the ring.

"We are just ordinary friends." Qiu's eyes never left the "Introduction to Piano" in her hand.

"Then I--let's forget it."

Harry at the next table breathed another sigh of relief.

"What's happened to you recently?" Ron pulled out a Sorting Hat, "Are you interested in musical instruments?"

"Ah - yes." Harry hurriedly turned over one of his cards.

"It's Dumbledore again!" Ron admitted defeat directly.

He shouldn't have used the Sorting Hat, a magic card that forced a card to turn over, otherwise he wouldn't have had a mental explosion in this game.

"Harry, your luck is almost as good as Vincent's."

The founder of Gwent, his poker luck has become so strong that no one dares to challenge him.

As long as two little field mouse cards are drawn, there is no need to play sandbags alone in the ring.

"Ron, do you want to continue?"

"I decided to change my opponent."

Ron turned to look at Neville, who was watching the twins playing cards, "Hey, do you want a hand of Gwent?"

"OK."

Neville's poker luck has always been very poor, so bad that even when he wins, he doesn't feel the joy of victory.

Harry was wandering around the activity room with nothing to do.

I feel embarrassed to talk to Qiu;

Boxing with Vincent is too boring;

I don’t have the intention to play cards with others.

He thought about it and finally decided to go find Hermione.

Among the girls in the entire college, she is the most familiar with her.

"Music theory knowledge?" Hermione said with a look of astonishment on her face: "Do you really think I am capable of everything?"

"They all call you Miss Know-It-All." Harry scratched his little face in embarrassment, "The elementary school I went to was terrible. Even the teachers were often late."

"Okay, I only know a little bit." Hermione tore out a blank page from the notebook that was almost full of notes.

"This is the phonetic symbol,

This is the staff..." She explained while drawing.

Harry was trying to remember the tadpoles.

Vincent jumped down from the ring,

He took a sip of warm water placed on the table next to him.

There are more students coming to the activity room now, and everyone can find something that interests them.

Needless to say, card player,

There is a prohibition against feeding the girls, so they are either gossiping or playing with each other.

Of course, there are also many who love learning, such as Hermione and Harry.

Wait, Harry?

Vincent looked back again.

Oh, it turns out I’m studying music.

He looked towards Qiu.

As someone who has experienced this, he can understand this shyness.

"What are you looking at?" Cedric, who had just come over from get out of class, put his hand on his shoulder.

"I'm looking at a little boy who doesn't dare to confess his feelings."

Cedric followed his gaze and saw that it was Hermione who was teaching seriously and Harry who was learning humbly.

"Don't say - well, I misunderstood them."

Vincent stopped staring at him and asked, "Why are you, a rare visitor, here?"

"I heard what happened last night."

"Fred and George?"

"That's right." Cedric stepped forward cautiously, "Although I shouldn't get involved, you can come to me and Rolf if you need anything."

"real?"

"real."

The Black Swan Club is elite, while the Court of Owls is quite intimate.

"Gugu is a little lonely, I plan to-"

"Stop, I'm going back first."

Small animals generally attract girls, and girls can definitely attract boys.

But not everyone in Hogwarts Castle has Rolf's "passing" talent.

If something goes wrong while going to the Forbidden Forest, Cedric's little head will probably be filled with blame.

"Aren't you worried about getting points deducted?"

"We already have 1,000 points."

"Snape won't give up."

"He probably hasn't been thinking about it lately."

Old Bat has set his sights on Vincent, which is a gratifying and good thing.

Cedric pouted, "You might as well put in some Muggle fashion magazines."

"That's right!" Vincent glanced at Hermione, "You really understand girls, little girl~"

"Don't call it that name!" He immediately glared at Fred and George who named them.

These two men, who were afraid of chaos in the world, gave each of them nicknames.

Cedric the Butterboy,

Miss Know-it-all Hermione,

Cute expert Rolf,

Good Luck Mr. Vincent.

In a sense, these aliases make sense.

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