Chapter 190 Solve the Troublemaker
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Qing Mo Da Xian
After returning to the common room, Vincent took about half an hour to complete the translation.
Hermione watched it with gusto at first, but later became expressionless like Vincent.
Xenophilius made a guess without any evidence, and was completely wrong.
"I'm still looking forward to it!"
She gave the translated article to Fred.
George immediately leaned over to watch together, "Mr. Lovegood is actually quite interesting."
"How interesting?"
"His hair is fluffy like cotton candy and he doesn't shave often."
A greasy middle-aged man suddenly popped up in Hermione's mind.
"Well, hopefully it's not what I thought it would be."
"What a coincidence." Vincent told about Luna.
"She doesn't look too young, maybe we'll see her in a year or two."
George poked his head out, "She and Ginny should be the same age, she will be fine next semester~"
Speaking of Ginny, Fred poked his head out, "Dude, do we really not need to go to the Forbidden Forest to find cuties?"
"Gwent's sales are pretty good, and it should be available in Diagon Alley during the summer vacation."
"I agree!" George raised his little hand excitedly, "I'll write a letter later and tell my mother that Fred and I will both drop out of school and start a business!"
"Impossible." Hermione looked at Percy who was walking towards him in the distance.
"We can spend some money and let the store in Diagon Alley sell it."
"Great idea!" the twins said before they got up and ran away.
The two of them left and right, making Percy, who stopped in place, full of confusion.
"Vice President, I suggest going to George first!"
Vincent, who had hidden his achievements and fame, began to chat with Hermione about the details.
"If the Gwent brand becomes bigger and stronger in the future, it will definitely become the best support for your election."
"Are you painting a bright future for me?"
Subtext: Fudge.
"Of course not!" Vincent denied quite confidently, "We are all young Muggle-born wizards, we must not be like those pure-bloods and engage in confrontation."
Hermione let out an "oh" suddenly, and then stared at him meaningfully.
"Ahem—I have to go to bed and go back to sleep."
"Oh~"
Vincent ran faster than both Fred and George just now.
Hermione, who stayed behind, smiled slightly, took "The Quibbler" and went back to the dormitory.
Oh, Percy finally caught George.
……
……
Early the next morning, the Quidditch stadium was already full of people.
Wood took the whole team to watch the game.
Except Vincent.
He is teaching fighting in the activity room.
"Arms should be straight to maximize punch power."
Rove, who didn't go to the game, immediately applauded when he saw the sandbags being knocked down.
"Who will cooperate with me as a demonstration?"
Neville, who also didn't go, held up his little hand, "I—"
"I!"
Everyone heard the sound and looked over, and found that it was the two little witches of Black Swan, Pansy and Daphne.
Hermione watched them warily.
There is an old saying in the far east, which is called the Temple of Three Treasures.
She knew what Sanbaodian was, but it was enough to know that she had bad intentions.
"Okay, come up." Vincent lifted the rope around the ring very gentlemanly.
Sure enough, it was obvious.
Pansy didn't even take off her shoes, just stepped on it.
Yes, let's get off the ground first.
Daphne took off her shoes, but she still looked at him with high eyes.
The students in the audience were whispering.
"Neville, don't blame him for forgetting friends."
"I know, are they here to find fault?"
"That's right, Black Swan probably sent them here because there was no one left.
We all know that our President Wayne never touches girls himself. "
Hermione glanced at the three of them one by one, "Be quiet, I can hardly hear what they are saying."
Vincent on the stage waved to Pansy and Daphne after a simple exchange.
I'm not too impatient, I should be laying the groundwork.
Pansy raised her face proudly, "Wayne, don't you really think that we will cooperate with you?"
"I don't care." Vincent spread his hands, completely defenseless.
She walked over slowly, "You should know what you have done to us."
This most likely refers to the dismantling of the Black Swan Club.
But this is a misleading statement...
"Sorry, I don't understand."
Pansy lifted her foot.
Vincent took half a step back like a conditioned reflex.
Seeing this scene, Hermione twitched her small mouth slightly.
Looking at it from another angle, she realized how annoying she was before.
The sturdy little leather shoes were removed on the ring.
Pansy scratched her face in pain.
"you!"
Vincent stood up innocently, "Faced with a sudden attack, normal people would usually avoid it."
Daphne, who understood the subtext, frowned.
She didn't understand where he got the confidence to dare to provoke the pure-blood wizard again and again.
"Wayne—"
She took out a green envelope, "I'm waiting for your reply."
"No, I refuse."
Vincent looked at her with great interest, "No matter what it is, I will refuse."
"Aren't you going to take a look first?" Daphne handed over the letter.
Since I offered them all sincerely, let's accept them reluctantly.
The moment the two of them turned around, the students below stopped talking.
Hermione, who didn't hear the whole thing, stared at them as they left.
Vincent on the stage received the letter, "There was a little accident, but it's not a big problem."
He jumped off the ring very calmly, "I think I have to go to the appointment first."
"Call-"
Hermione followed him amidst boos.
"let me see."
"Oh."
The content of the letter is an offer.
The key is the last line at the bottom.
Make an appointment outside the castle, and nothing good will happen.
"You want to go alone?"
"Isn't it an ambush?" Vincent took out his wand indifferently, "According to Malfoy's brain circuit, there must be many little swans waiting for me over there.
It's best to win, but you can beat back if you lose. "
Hermione stopped in front of the stairs, "The reason for sending Parkinson and Greengrass is not only to lower your vigilance, but also to pretend to be pitiful afterwards to blame you, right?"
"Probably, no matter how powerful it is, I will call the old bat over."
"Then are you still going?"
"Solve all problems at once."
Most of the anxiety on her face disappeared, "I still want to go with you."
"Their way of thinking is very easy to understand, just like our previous group of nobles."
Vincent looked out the window in the direction of the Black Lake.
"They won't feel that what they did was wrong, they will only feel that they are inherently superior, no matter how extreme things are, they are right."
Hermione understood what he meant.
Solving the troublemaker is tantamount to solving the trouble.
Everyone in the Black Swan will receive a real beating.
……
……
Hermione watched it with gusto at first, but later became expressionless like Vincent.
Xenophilius made a guess without any evidence, and was completely wrong.
"I'm still looking forward to it!"
She gave the translated article to Fred.
George immediately leaned over to watch together, "Mr. Lovegood is actually quite interesting."
"How interesting?"
"His hair is fluffy like cotton candy and he doesn't shave often."
A greasy middle-aged man suddenly popped up in Hermione's mind.
"Well, hopefully it's not what I thought it would be."
"What a coincidence." Vincent told about Luna.
"She doesn't look too young, maybe we'll see her in a year or two."
George poked his head out, "She and Ginny should be the same age, she will be fine next semester~"
Speaking of Ginny, Fred poked his head out, "Dude, do we really not need to go to the Forbidden Forest to find cuties?"
"Gwent's sales are pretty good, and it should be available in Diagon Alley during the summer vacation."
"I agree!" George raised his little hand excitedly, "I'll write a letter later and tell my mother that Fred and I will both drop out of school and start a business!"
"Impossible." Hermione looked at Percy who was walking towards him in the distance.
"We can spend some money and let the store in Diagon Alley sell it."
"Great idea!" the twins said before they got up and ran away.
The two of them left and right, making Percy, who stopped in place, full of confusion.
"Vice President, I suggest going to George first!"
Vincent, who had hidden his achievements and fame, began to chat with Hermione about the details.
"If the Gwent brand becomes bigger and stronger in the future, it will definitely become the best support for your election."
"Are you painting a bright future for me?"
Subtext: Fudge.
"Of course not!" Vincent denied quite confidently, "We are all young Muggle-born wizards, we must not be like those pure-bloods and engage in confrontation."
Hermione let out an "oh" suddenly, and then stared at him meaningfully.
"Ahem—I have to go to bed and go back to sleep."
"Oh~"
Vincent ran faster than both Fred and George just now.
Hermione, who stayed behind, smiled slightly, took "The Quibbler" and went back to the dormitory.
Oh, Percy finally caught George.
……
……
Early the next morning, the Quidditch stadium was already full of people.
Wood took the whole team to watch the game.
Except Vincent.
He is teaching fighting in the activity room.
"Arms should be straight to maximize punch power."
Rove, who didn't go to the game, immediately applauded when he saw the sandbags being knocked down.
"Who will cooperate with me as a demonstration?"
Neville, who also didn't go, held up his little hand, "I—"
"I!"
Everyone heard the sound and looked over, and found that it was the two little witches of Black Swan, Pansy and Daphne.
Hermione watched them warily.
There is an old saying in the far east, which is called the Temple of Three Treasures.
She knew what Sanbaodian was, but it was enough to know that she had bad intentions.
"Okay, come up." Vincent lifted the rope around the ring very gentlemanly.
Sure enough, it was obvious.
Pansy didn't even take off her shoes, just stepped on it.
Yes, let's get off the ground first.
Daphne took off her shoes, but she still looked at him with high eyes.
The students in the audience were whispering.
"Neville, don't blame him for forgetting friends."
"I know, are they here to find fault?"
"That's right, Black Swan probably sent them here because there was no one left.
We all know that our President Wayne never touches girls himself. "
Hermione glanced at the three of them one by one, "Be quiet, I can hardly hear what they are saying."
Vincent on the stage waved to Pansy and Daphne after a simple exchange.
I'm not too impatient, I should be laying the groundwork.
Pansy raised her face proudly, "Wayne, don't you really think that we will cooperate with you?"
"I don't care." Vincent spread his hands, completely defenseless.
She walked over slowly, "You should know what you have done to us."
This most likely refers to the dismantling of the Black Swan Club.
But this is a misleading statement...
"Sorry, I don't understand."
Pansy lifted her foot.
Vincent took half a step back like a conditioned reflex.
Seeing this scene, Hermione twitched her small mouth slightly.
Looking at it from another angle, she realized how annoying she was before.
The sturdy little leather shoes were removed on the ring.
Pansy scratched her face in pain.
"you!"
Vincent stood up innocently, "Faced with a sudden attack, normal people would usually avoid it."
Daphne, who understood the subtext, frowned.
She didn't understand where he got the confidence to dare to provoke the pure-blood wizard again and again.
"Wayne—"
She took out a green envelope, "I'm waiting for your reply."
"No, I refuse."
Vincent looked at her with great interest, "No matter what it is, I will refuse."
"Aren't you going to take a look first?" Daphne handed over the letter.
Since I offered them all sincerely, let's accept them reluctantly.
The moment the two of them turned around, the students below stopped talking.
Hermione, who didn't hear the whole thing, stared at them as they left.
Vincent on the stage received the letter, "There was a little accident, but it's not a big problem."
He jumped off the ring very calmly, "I think I have to go to the appointment first."
"Call-"
Hermione followed him amidst boos.
"let me see."
"Oh."
The content of the letter is an offer.
The key is the last line at the bottom.
Make an appointment outside the castle, and nothing good will happen.
"You want to go alone?"
"Isn't it an ambush?" Vincent took out his wand indifferently, "According to Malfoy's brain circuit, there must be many little swans waiting for me over there.
It's best to win, but you can beat back if you lose. "
Hermione stopped in front of the stairs, "The reason for sending Parkinson and Greengrass is not only to lower your vigilance, but also to pretend to be pitiful afterwards to blame you, right?"
"Probably, no matter how powerful it is, I will call the old bat over."
"Then are you still going?"
"Solve all problems at once."
Most of the anxiety on her face disappeared, "I still want to go with you."
"Their way of thinking is very easy to understand, just like our previous group of nobles."
Vincent looked out the window in the direction of the Black Lake.
"They won't feel that what they did was wrong, they will only feel that they are inherently superior, no matter how extreme things are, they are right."
Hermione understood what he meant.
Solving the troublemaker is tantamount to solving the trouble.
Everyone in the Black Swan will receive a real beating.
……
……
