Chapter 129 Vincent's Dream
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Draco, whose skin was flushed from rubbing all over his body, took his two younger brothers, walked out of the dormitory and went straight to a certain club activity room on the fifth floor.
His ferocious smile was particularly penetrating, "Wayne, come out for me!"
Harry and Ron, who were playing cards, looked over and couldn't help bursting into laughter.
Behind this pink and tender face, there is definitely a rather tragic story.
Reminiscent of what Vincent said last night to reason, Harry laughed so hard that he fell off his chair.
"Pot!" Draco's little face turned even redder.
"Come in and have a try!" Ron blocked the door with a lunge, clenched his hands into a fighting posture, "This is the Owl Court Club!"
"Go away, red-haired dead skunk!"
Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward, twisting their necks with slight disdain.
As long as it's not against Vincent, they can confidently knock down any student.
"Wow~" Both Fred and George put down the cards in their hands, and happily picked up a plate of Dumbledore's small candies.
"Ah—" Ron screamed strangely, grabbing Goyle's big hand.
The joints of the human body are fragile, and they can be dislocated with just a slight twist.
"Ow——" The heart-piercing cry made Crabbe subconsciously exit the activity room.
"Idiot, he's just a man!" Draco kicked him back.
This activity room is full of card players, and few of them are serious about learning fighting.
On the ring in the corner, Vincent took a look at it from a distance before continuing to hit the sandbags.
He believed that when the novelty of the Gwent brand passed, many people would come to him to learn fighting.
"Fack squid, Weasley!" Crabbe's fist hit Ron who refused to let go.
Enduring the pain, Goyle slapped it hard with his left hand that was not hanging down.
This slap missed Ron, but he kicked his knee instead.
"Aw—" There was another incomparably shrill sound.
Crabbe strode forward suddenly.
He hugged Ron, tightening his arms tightly.
Hermione by the ring was a little anxious, "You just look at it like this?"
Vincent glanced over and saw Harry pounce on him.
"Although the trouble is caused by us, this is a good opportunity for publicity."
"I vaguely know what you are going to do in the future."
He didn't feel guilty at all, "People always have dreams, what if they come true?"
Hermione turned her head away, "So, what is your dream?"
"I haven't figured it out yet." Vincent clenched his fists and knocked out the entire sandbag.
"Be a superhero who punishes evil and promotes good?
The Dark Lord sounds pretty good too. "
With Harry's help, Ron broke free quickly.
"Pretty good?" Hermione's pupils focused on the fallen Goyle.
"Gellert Grindelwald is imprisoned in Nurmengard, and sooner or later that person will be imprisoned in Azkaban."
"That person?" Vincent jumped off the ring, "Oh, you mean Voldemort, right?"
Hermione looked a little frustrated, "I don't have the courage to say even one 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..."
After hearing these ten nicknames, she gradually became less afraid of Voldemort in her heart.
Vincent looked towards the door.
The inexperienced two could only keep dodging Crabbe's big hands.
"Break his fingers!"
Harry, who was prompted, held Crabbe's fist.
With a "click", the fleshy index finger was almost snapped to the back of the hand.
Ron took the opportunity to butt his head against Crabbe's jaw.
"Ow—"
Draco kicked the two younger brothers back again.
As proud as he is, he can't deny the benefits of fighting at this time.
"Malfoy, are you going to hide behind for the rest of your life?"
Listening to Ron's provocation, of course Draco couldn't stand it.
But the group of card players with unkind eyes and the two younger brothers who retreated in front of him again and again can prove the true level of the Owl Court Club.
But impulsiveness is not advisable.
"Wayne, I know you did it!"
Vincent, who was far away, hooked his fingers at him, "Since you can't beat him, do you want to join?"
With such an insincere invitation, Draco blushed and sneered, "Are you worthy of being compared to me?"
"I invited you."
Vincent flicked his left hand lightly, "If you don't leave, I will drive people away."
"Wayne!" Draco bit his lower lip tightly, and suddenly turned around calmly.
"Just wait and see, my club will be better than yours!"
He left, leaving quite a bit wronged.
"President Wayne is mighty!" The twins took the lead in cheering.
Harry and Ron glanced at each other, both seeing unconcealable joy in it.
Although the process was still a bit embarrassing, defeating two tall opponents with skill really proved his progress.
"Continue with the activity!" Vincent hung the sandbag on the ring again.
He had an idea of what Draco's club would look like.
Relying on the power of the parents to win over outstanding students of all grades is taking the traditional "elite" route.
The Court of Owls has no threshold at all, even if Slytherin students join in.
Like Dumbledore, he relies on his own ability and charisma.
Although it is not very clear, it is estimated that Draco and even the entire Malfoy family rely on the exchange of benefits and resources.
"Tightrope walking and grass on the wall..." Vincent slightly increased his punching strength.
Among the pure-blood wizards, I am afraid that they are the only ones who dare to play this trick.
"You mean the Malfoys?"
"That's right." He stopped the sandbag he threw over.
Thoughtful Hermione suddenly had a bold idea.
Vincent used to be indifferent to the club's affairs, but now he is worrying about everything.
The Gwent cards he tried were all the Galleons he had earned from reselling the Acantara.
"You really want to reform the wizarding world?"
She didn't get an answer, just a rather calm look.
……
……
Monday morning.
A flock of owls poured into the auditorium with newspapers in their mouths.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts professor vs. Hogwarts freshmen?"
Neville looked cautiously at Vincent.
"what happened?"
"You're on the headlines."
"Oh."
After more than a week of torture, it seems that Quirrell is really crazy.
The moment Hermione saw the title, she covered her mouth as if realizing something.
It seemed to her that the Ministry of Magic's cover-up, once again, was a foolish move.
Voldemort will come back one day, and there will always be a price to be paid for deception.
"The star of hope in the wizarding world?" Draco at the next table spoke ironically.
"Wouldn't it be great to take out a shitty professor teaching shitty defense?"
"You fart!"
"Jealous, right? Do you dare to go out and fight?"
"No matter how sour you are, you don't have the ability!"
Curses erupted from the Gryffindor table.
Vincent stood up calmly, "It's really nothing special, it's just a fool who can only use the Killing Curse."
The entire auditorium fell into silence for an instant.
Today's Daily Prophet did not disclose relevant details, but only said that the Medal of Merlin is being discussed.
If Quirrell is really a rotten professor, there is no need for the Ministry of Magic to make a fuss.
……
……
His ferocious smile was particularly penetrating, "Wayne, come out for me!"
Harry and Ron, who were playing cards, looked over and couldn't help bursting into laughter.
Behind this pink and tender face, there is definitely a rather tragic story.
Reminiscent of what Vincent said last night to reason, Harry laughed so hard that he fell off his chair.
"Pot!" Draco's little face turned even redder.
"Come in and have a try!" Ron blocked the door with a lunge, clenched his hands into a fighting posture, "This is the Owl Court Club!"
"Go away, red-haired dead skunk!"
Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward, twisting their necks with slight disdain.
As long as it's not against Vincent, they can confidently knock down any student.
"Wow~" Both Fred and George put down the cards in their hands, and happily picked up a plate of Dumbledore's small candies.
"Ah—" Ron screamed strangely, grabbing Goyle's big hand.
The joints of the human body are fragile, and they can be dislocated with just a slight twist.
"Ow——" The heart-piercing cry made Crabbe subconsciously exit the activity room.
"Idiot, he's just a man!" Draco kicked him back.
This activity room is full of card players, and few of them are serious about learning fighting.
On the ring in the corner, Vincent took a look at it from a distance before continuing to hit the sandbags.
He believed that when the novelty of the Gwent brand passed, many people would come to him to learn fighting.
"Fack squid, Weasley!" Crabbe's fist hit Ron who refused to let go.
Enduring the pain, Goyle slapped it hard with his left hand that was not hanging down.
This slap missed Ron, but he kicked his knee instead.
"Aw—" There was another incomparably shrill sound.
Crabbe strode forward suddenly.
He hugged Ron, tightening his arms tightly.
Hermione by the ring was a little anxious, "You just look at it like this?"
Vincent glanced over and saw Harry pounce on him.
"Although the trouble is caused by us, this is a good opportunity for publicity."
"I vaguely know what you are going to do in the future."
He didn't feel guilty at all, "People always have dreams, what if they come true?"
Hermione turned her head away, "So, what is your dream?"
"I haven't figured it out yet." Vincent clenched his fists and knocked out the entire sandbag.
"Be a superhero who punishes evil and promotes good?
The Dark Lord sounds pretty good too. "
With Harry's help, Ron broke free quickly.
"Pretty good?" Hermione's pupils focused on the fallen Goyle.
"Gellert Grindelwald is imprisoned in Nurmengard, and sooner or later that person will be imprisoned in Azkaban."
"That person?" Vincent jumped off the ring, "Oh, you mean Voldemort, right?"
Hermione looked a little frustrated, "I don't have the courage to say even one 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..."
After hearing these ten nicknames, she gradually became less afraid of Voldemort in her heart.
Vincent looked towards the door.
The inexperienced two could only keep dodging Crabbe's big hands.
"Break his fingers!"
Harry, who was prompted, held Crabbe's fist.
With a "click", the fleshy index finger was almost snapped to the back of the hand.
Ron took the opportunity to butt his head against Crabbe's jaw.
"Ow—"
Draco kicked the two younger brothers back again.
As proud as he is, he can't deny the benefits of fighting at this time.
"Malfoy, are you going to hide behind for the rest of your life?"
Listening to Ron's provocation, of course Draco couldn't stand it.
But the group of card players with unkind eyes and the two younger brothers who retreated in front of him again and again can prove the true level of the Owl Court Club.
But impulsiveness is not advisable.
"Wayne, I know you did it!"
Vincent, who was far away, hooked his fingers at him, "Since you can't beat him, do you want to join?"
With such an insincere invitation, Draco blushed and sneered, "Are you worthy of being compared to me?"
"I invited you."
Vincent flicked his left hand lightly, "If you don't leave, I will drive people away."
"Wayne!" Draco bit his lower lip tightly, and suddenly turned around calmly.
"Just wait and see, my club will be better than yours!"
He left, leaving quite a bit wronged.
"President Wayne is mighty!" The twins took the lead in cheering.
Harry and Ron glanced at each other, both seeing unconcealable joy in it.
Although the process was still a bit embarrassing, defeating two tall opponents with skill really proved his progress.
"Continue with the activity!" Vincent hung the sandbag on the ring again.
He had an idea of what Draco's club would look like.
Relying on the power of the parents to win over outstanding students of all grades is taking the traditional "elite" route.
The Court of Owls has no threshold at all, even if Slytherin students join in.
Like Dumbledore, he relies on his own ability and charisma.
Although it is not very clear, it is estimated that Draco and even the entire Malfoy family rely on the exchange of benefits and resources.
"Tightrope walking and grass on the wall..." Vincent slightly increased his punching strength.
Among the pure-blood wizards, I am afraid that they are the only ones who dare to play this trick.
"You mean the Malfoys?"
"That's right." He stopped the sandbag he threw over.
Thoughtful Hermione suddenly had a bold idea.
Vincent used to be indifferent to the club's affairs, but now he is worrying about everything.
The Gwent cards he tried were all the Galleons he had earned from reselling the Acantara.
"You really want to reform the wizarding world?"
She didn't get an answer, just a rather calm look.
……
……
Monday morning.
A flock of owls poured into the auditorium with newspapers in their mouths.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts professor vs. Hogwarts freshmen?"
Neville looked cautiously at Vincent.
"what happened?"
"You're on the headlines."
"Oh."
After more than a week of torture, it seems that Quirrell is really crazy.
The moment Hermione saw the title, she covered her mouth as if realizing something.
It seemed to her that the Ministry of Magic's cover-up, once again, was a foolish move.
Voldemort will come back one day, and there will always be a price to be paid for deception.
"The star of hope in the wizarding world?" Draco at the next table spoke ironically.
"Wouldn't it be great to take out a shitty professor teaching shitty defense?"
"You fart!"
"Jealous, right? Do you dare to go out and fight?"
"No matter how sour you are, you don't have the ability!"
Curses erupted from the Gryffindor table.
Vincent stood up calmly, "It's really nothing special, it's just a fool who can only use the Killing Curse."
The entire auditorium fell into silence for an instant.
Today's Daily Prophet did not disclose relevant details, but only said that the Medal of Merlin is being discussed.
If Quirrell is really a rotten professor, there is no need for the Ministry of Magic to make a fuss.
……
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