Chapter 134 Head-to-head?We are gang fights!
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Owl and black swan,
Vincent and Draco.
The two clubs are directly opposite, and it is obvious that they are here to fight against each other.
In the Black Swan Club, a large group of students from excellent families have gathered.
Blaise Zabini, of Harry and Vincent fame, is a tall boy with dark skin and slightly slanted brown eyes.
He was a first-year Slytherin, like Draco and Pansy.
"Vincent Wayne is nothing more than a clown put out by the Ministry of Magic."
Blaise raised his eyebrows lightly, "It's just a waste like Quirrell, it's like defeating some Dark Lord."
The beautiful girl with dark blonde hair next to him teased: "Are you too conceited, Zabini?"
"Any questions, Greenglass?"
"No." The girl looked at Pan Xi, as if 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, can you, 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 are often very easy to call misfortune.
Each of her husbands would leave a large inheritance to the mother and son, and then pass away for various reasons.
If it wasn't so bizarre that she didn't even dare to write a novel, the title of femme fatale would definitely not escape.
And before enrolling, Blaise had just welcomed his seventh stepfather.
"Brace, do you have any good advice?"
Even if the wealth can be comparable to his own, Draco's arrogance has not been completely subdued.
It's an old Malfoy tradition to kill someone with a borrowed knife.
"We need to fight back."
Prefect Marcus grinned, "Zabini, are you going to attack Wayne?"
Blaise slapped his wand on the table, "What's wrong with the sneak attack? We're going to pull him down at all costs."
There are tens of thousands of school rules, and the first one is not to be discovered.
Unlike Draco's arrogance, he flouted the rules openly.
"Conceited, too conceited." The girl just shook her head at Pansy, "Zabini, Wayne is not simple at all."
"So what?" Blaise leaned lazily on the back of the chair, "Kill him completely, and Gryffindor will no longer obey him."
The method is simple and rude, but it is better than being straightforward.
No matter how strong the first-year little wizard is, is it possible that they can still win in a gang fight?
Even if you win, can you still be unscathed?
A small time every two days, a big time every seven days, I don't believe that I can be safe and sound every time.
"You have to bless that it can be done as soon as possible." The girl caressed the antique teacup filled with hot tea with her little hand, "As time goes by, it will only make them more united."
"Of course I know." Blaise leaned forward as if he knew everything, "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 she can't even release the disarming spell.
Coupled with an extremely conceited personality, no matter how noble the blood is, it is not a good choice.
They have known each other since childhood, and Daphne values her own ability more than Pansy's family background.
Draco, who smiled without saying a word, saw that his goal had been achieved, so he got up and left the Black Swan Club.
Whether he succeeds or fails, he can stand alone.
……
……
There was no Gryffindor first year class on Wednesday afternoon.
"Are you going to practice again, Vincent?"
"Not today."
Neville nodded, "I really envy you for having the courage to refuse Wood."
"He's actually pretty easy to talk to." Vincent pushed open the gate of the castle, "As long as you behave well enough."
With such a difficulty, even Harry, who is recognized as an excellent flying talent, can't complete it, and others can only think about it.
"When will you come back?"
"Before dinner."
Vincent walked out of the castle and headed for the Forbidden Forest.
In order to study the limit of transfiguration between various woods, he asked Dumbledore for a pass yesterday.
Even after being stared at for a long time, he never showed any signs.
"Mr. Wayne, don't destroy the environment of the Forbidden Forest."
"sure."
Dumbledore's solemn confession obviously failed to have the desired effect.
Vincent strolled around and his pockets were full of small bottles.
"This amount is enough to last until the Gwent card is released..."
As soon as he returned to the castle, he was stared at by several pairs of malicious eyes.
Of course, there are not only first-year students in the Black Swan Club, many senior students have joined under Jin Jialong's offensive.
At that time, many people thought that these two clubs were worthwhile. One would never need to pay dues, and the other could even get a golden galleon.
Some other clubs in Hogwarts are about to be swept away by these two.
Of course Vincent noticed these gazes.
It's just that this group of people's intentions are so obvious that they almost write the word "assailant" 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 shivered, and when 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 it.
"I don't know, Vincent asked me to take it back." Neville didn't pay attention to the dozen or so Slytherins walking up the stairs.
His world is very simple, and he doesn't even understand school violence.
"It can't be some poison, right?" Ron quickly put down the small bottle, "This must be used to trick Malfoy and his gang."
Speaking so confidently, Harry also felt that it was very possible.
……
……
The third floor stairwell.
Vincent had known for a long time that someone was following him.
He originally thought that Draco's Black Swan Club would use some countertops, but he didn't expect to use the third one.
Fight the number of people, fight head, fight grade.
The lower grades have to be bullied?
Such a low-end method inevitably disappointed him.
"Da da da—" hurried footsteps came from upstairs.
Vincent's eyes lit up.
Knowing that encirclement is beyond the realm of childishness.
He stood still and stretched out his hand and twisted his neck.
If you guessed right, the stairwells on these two floors are equipped with magic that cannot transmit sound.
If you get stuck here, you probably won't be able to ask for help.
"Don't be shy, let me see you." Vincent smiled and drank a few bottles of potion.
He just negotiated a sustainable development cooperation with the cuties, and he still has a lot of boosting potions left.
"Wayne!" The first person who came down from the stairs was Derian Pussey, who suffered a big loss before the Quidditch match.
"Single out?"
"What do you think?"
Vincent quickly drew out his wand, "The place is a bit narrow, let me clean it up first.
Fluorescent blind-"
An extremely dazzling white light shrouded the stairwells on the third and fourth floors of the castle.
……
……
Vincent and Draco.
The two clubs are directly opposite, and it is obvious that they are here to fight against each other.
In the Black Swan Club, a large group of students from excellent families have gathered.
Blaise Zabini, of Harry and Vincent fame, is a tall boy with dark skin and slightly slanted brown eyes.
He was a first-year Slytherin, like Draco and Pansy.
"Vincent Wayne is nothing more than a clown put out by the Ministry of Magic."
Blaise raised his eyebrows lightly, "It's just a waste like Quirrell, it's like defeating some Dark Lord."
The beautiful girl with dark blonde hair next to him teased: "Are you too conceited, Zabini?"
"Any questions, Greenglass?"
"No." The girl looked at Pan Xi, as if 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, can you, 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 are often very easy to call misfortune.
Each of her husbands would leave a large inheritance to the mother and son, and then pass away for various reasons.
If it wasn't so bizarre that she didn't even dare to write a novel, the title of femme fatale would definitely not escape.
And before enrolling, Blaise had just welcomed his seventh stepfather.
"Brace, do you have any good advice?"
Even if the wealth can be comparable to his own, Draco's arrogance has not been completely subdued.
It's an old Malfoy tradition to kill someone with a borrowed knife.
"We need to fight back."
Prefect Marcus grinned, "Zabini, are you going to attack Wayne?"
Blaise slapped his wand on the table, "What's wrong with the sneak attack? We're going to pull him down at all costs."
There are tens of thousands of school rules, and the first one is not to be discovered.
Unlike Draco's arrogance, he flouted the rules openly.
"Conceited, too conceited." The girl just shook her head at Pansy, "Zabini, Wayne is not simple at all."
"So what?" Blaise leaned lazily on the back of the chair, "Kill him completely, and Gryffindor will no longer obey him."
The method is simple and rude, but it is better than being straightforward.
No matter how strong the first-year little wizard is, is it possible that they can still win in a gang fight?
Even if you win, can you still be unscathed?
A small time every two days, a big time every seven days, I don't believe that I can be safe and sound every time.
"You have to bless that it can be done as soon as possible." The girl caressed the antique teacup filled with hot tea with her little hand, "As time goes by, it will only make them more united."
"Of course I know." Blaise leaned forward as if he knew everything, "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 she can't even release the disarming spell.
Coupled with an extremely conceited personality, no matter how noble the blood is, it is not a good choice.
They have known each other since childhood, and Daphne values her own ability more than Pansy's family background.
Draco, who smiled without saying a word, saw that his goal had been achieved, so he got up and left the Black Swan Club.
Whether he succeeds or fails, he can stand alone.
……
……
There was no Gryffindor first year class on Wednesday afternoon.
"Are you going to practice again, Vincent?"
"Not today."
Neville nodded, "I really envy you for having the courage to refuse Wood."
"He's actually pretty easy to talk to." Vincent pushed open the gate of the castle, "As long as you behave well enough."
With such a difficulty, even Harry, who is recognized as an excellent flying talent, can't complete it, and others can only think about it.
"When will you come back?"
"Before dinner."
Vincent walked out of the castle and headed for the Forbidden Forest.
In order to study the limit of transfiguration between various woods, he asked Dumbledore for a pass yesterday.
Even after being stared at for a long time, he never showed any signs.
"Mr. Wayne, don't destroy the environment of the Forbidden Forest."
"sure."
Dumbledore's solemn confession obviously failed to have the desired effect.
Vincent strolled around and his pockets were full of small bottles.
"This amount is enough to last until the Gwent card is released..."
As soon as he returned to the castle, he was stared at by several pairs of malicious eyes.
Of course, there are not only first-year students in the Black Swan Club, many senior students have joined under Jin Jialong's offensive.
At that time, many people thought that these two clubs were worthwhile. One would never need to pay dues, and the other could even get a golden galleon.
Some other clubs in Hogwarts are about to be swept away by these two.
Of course Vincent noticed these gazes.
It's just that this group of people's intentions are so obvious that they almost write the word "assailant" 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 shivered, and when 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 it.
"I don't know, Vincent asked me to take it back." Neville didn't pay attention to the dozen or so Slytherins walking up the stairs.
His world is very simple, and he doesn't even understand school violence.
"It can't be some poison, right?" Ron quickly put down the small bottle, "This must be used to trick Malfoy and his gang."
Speaking so confidently, Harry also felt that it was very possible.
……
……
The third floor stairwell.
Vincent had known for a long time that someone was following him.
He originally thought that Draco's Black Swan Club would use some countertops, but he didn't expect to use the third one.
Fight the number of people, fight head, fight grade.
The lower grades have to be bullied?
Such a low-end method inevitably disappointed him.
"Da da da—" hurried footsteps came from upstairs.
Vincent's eyes lit up.
Knowing that encirclement is beyond the realm of childishness.
He stood still and stretched out his hand and twisted his neck.
If you guessed right, the stairwells on these two floors are equipped with magic that cannot transmit sound.
If you get stuck here, you probably won't be able to ask for help.
"Don't be shy, let me see you." Vincent smiled and drank a few bottles of potion.
He just negotiated a sustainable development cooperation with the cuties, and he still has a lot of boosting potions left.
"Wayne!" The first person who came down from the stairs was Derian Pussey, who suffered a big loss before the Quidditch match.
"Single out?"
"What do you think?"
Vincent quickly drew out his wand, "The place is a bit narrow, let me clean it up first.
Fluorescent blind-"
An extremely dazzling white light shrouded the stairwells on the third and fourth floors of the castle.
……
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