Chapter 33 The Court of Owls
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The gentlemanly demeanor of the Great Empire is not applicable here in the magic world.
The difference between male and female wizards is really only biological.
Although Vincent seemed to have been beaten badly, he stood upright all the time.
Beating and beating, Hermione couldn't help but start to wonder.
It's all like this, can you still act like a normal person?
Could it be that the judgment was wrong again?
But seriously, those eight-pack abs are really hard enough.
Her little fists were red with pain.
Vincent, who didn't know why, actually knew that things would develop like this.
He had never understood why the out-of-group Miss Granger was prejudiced against him.
From learning?
Or from human interaction?
Anyway, this little fist is soft, let her vent it.
There is a retired special father, and in Hogwarts where the average person does not exercise, almost no one can beat him.
"George, why do you think he didn't hide?"
"Maybe he has such a weird hobby~"
Hermione closed her small fists with a blushing face, and glared fiercely at the pair of twins who were acting funny again.
"Brother, let's withdraw first~"
Vincent gave them a big smile when they sneaked into the dormitory.
"That's the benefit of exercising consistently,"
He thought about it, but didn't unbutton his shirt.
With the facts in front of them, the little lions all understood that the pair of little fists just now were basically zero injurious and insulting.
Vincent was the same Vincent, even more impressive.
this appearance,
this temper,
this character,
It is simply Gryffindor's yard grass!
When Hermione walked down, Vincent still smiled approachably.
"Who's next?"
"I!"
Percy, who had been watching the play silently for a long time, came over.
At first, he thought there was some conflict between the two first-year freshmen.
If it weren't for Ron and Harry's explanation, the prefect would definitely have done business.
"Wayne, although I don't agree with fighting or anything, I also want to experience Muggle dueling."
Percy took off his school robe with the prefect badge on it, and folded it neatly on the back of a nearby chair.
"For the sake of these two days, I don't need to worry about what happened to you today."
Strictly speaking, Vincent is not a violation of school rules.
It was all voluntary, and Percy just turned a blind eye.
It's just that the words he said gave people an indescribable discomfort.
"Including what's next?"
"Yes."
Vincent didn't feel anything.
Compared with those monitors in his previous life, Percy was already quite human.
It's just that he doesn't speak much, and he always regards himself as a decent person.
"start."
As soon as Percy, who was stepping on the protective pad, leaned over, Vincent's right hand was already on his arm.
"You want to—" He stared blankly at the ceiling of the common room in a weightless state.
"At what?"
With a "pop", the second half of the sentence came out.
"Thank you prefect for your cooperation." Vincent squatted in front of him and stretched out his hand.
"No—you're welcome." Percy suddenly realized something.
If it is a Muggle, it is not difficult to solve it with magic.
But against wizards who also know how to fight, this is a proper advantage.
"Wayne, I signed up for your class."
Vincent seemed a little surprised, "But I originally planned to..."
"Schools can allow students to organize clubs."
Percy stood up holding his hand, "Although the process will be a bit troublesome, I will let the professors approve it as soon as possible."
"Actually, I don't want to..."
"Wayne, it would be hypocritical to be more modest."
He patted Vincent on the shoulder reassuringly, "You must continue to do this kind of activity that greatly improves the physical fitness of the students."
Let's cheer for the prefect's future chairman of the Boys' Student Council!
Vincent, who has not yet seen through this point, nodded.
Aside from being a little low on EQ, Percy is actually pretty good in a way.
At least he had the forms filled out before dinner started.
President: Vincent Wayne.
Vice-President: Percy Weasley.
If it wasn't for the list of members and the name of the club not being filled in, Vincent thought Percy was the president.
At this moment, he finally understood why the twins and Ron were a little bit resistant to associating with this person.
Opportunist Percy dipped his quill in ink. "What do you think would be a good name, Vincent?"
Vincent, who was sitting on the chair, shook his head, "I don't know if I should—"
The chubby Gu Gu suddenly appeared on the windowsill.
It raised its little head proudly, clearly wanting him to open the window quickly.
"owl--"
"The Court of Owls."
Move the pen tip to the name column of the table.
"Is there any special meaning in this?"
"No." Vincent stood up, "I just thought of the name suddenly."
Under the watchful eyes of the lion cubs, he opened the window and carried Googo in.
"The badge of the club, just use it as a template."
A fat, round owl...
Having achieved his goal, Percy swiped his pen and wrote the words "The Court of Owls".
"Of course, President Wayne."
……
……
early morning.
"So, you let him fool you?"
"It shouldn't count."
"Man, we all know the character of that good brother very well.
Do you know what books he often reads? "
"do not know."
"Fudge's shitty books."
The twins puncture Vincent's last fantasy.
It doesn't matter if the club is ineffective, but once the Gryffindor students can improve significantly, half of the honor will be taken away.
"Half and half, anyway, without Percy taking care of everything, the application materials of the Owl Court will not go to the principal's office tonight."
Fred sighed faintly, "Dude, you have to be careful next time."
George next to him thought deeply and said, "Percy is the kind of person who will keep looking for opportunities in you once he tastes the sweetness."
That's pretty much what Ron said at dinner.
"Okay, I'll be careful with him."
Vincent nodded seriously, but realized that he still underestimated this Hogwarts room.
The little golden retriever's fight against disobedience is nothing more than a small trick at best.
Hermione was a girl after all, and at worst she would only reveal his little secret about night outings.
And Percy, who was addicted to power calculations, was not in the same dimension as the above two.
"He's plotting against me, so I'll plot against him too."
"What's the plan?" The twins were stunned for a while, and then they all smirked like a tacit understanding.
The prefect can not only deduct points from other students, but also put them in confinement.
The only students who check and balance him are the prefect and the student council president.
"I hear Slytherin has won the House Cup six years in a row."
Vincent also smirked: "It's not as good as ours this year..."
"Hehehe~"
……
……
The difference between male and female wizards is really only biological.
Although Vincent seemed to have been beaten badly, he stood upright all the time.
Beating and beating, Hermione couldn't help but start to wonder.
It's all like this, can you still act like a normal person?
Could it be that the judgment was wrong again?
But seriously, those eight-pack abs are really hard enough.
Her little fists were red with pain.
Vincent, who didn't know why, actually knew that things would develop like this.
He had never understood why the out-of-group Miss Granger was prejudiced against him.
From learning?
Or from human interaction?
Anyway, this little fist is soft, let her vent it.
There is a retired special father, and in Hogwarts where the average person does not exercise, almost no one can beat him.
"George, why do you think he didn't hide?"
"Maybe he has such a weird hobby~"
Hermione closed her small fists with a blushing face, and glared fiercely at the pair of twins who were acting funny again.
"Brother, let's withdraw first~"
Vincent gave them a big smile when they sneaked into the dormitory.
"That's the benefit of exercising consistently,"
He thought about it, but didn't unbutton his shirt.
With the facts in front of them, the little lions all understood that the pair of little fists just now were basically zero injurious and insulting.
Vincent was the same Vincent, even more impressive.
this appearance,
this temper,
this character,
It is simply Gryffindor's yard grass!
When Hermione walked down, Vincent still smiled approachably.
"Who's next?"
"I!"
Percy, who had been watching the play silently for a long time, came over.
At first, he thought there was some conflict between the two first-year freshmen.
If it weren't for Ron and Harry's explanation, the prefect would definitely have done business.
"Wayne, although I don't agree with fighting or anything, I also want to experience Muggle dueling."
Percy took off his school robe with the prefect badge on it, and folded it neatly on the back of a nearby chair.
"For the sake of these two days, I don't need to worry about what happened to you today."
Strictly speaking, Vincent is not a violation of school rules.
It was all voluntary, and Percy just turned a blind eye.
It's just that the words he said gave people an indescribable discomfort.
"Including what's next?"
"Yes."
Vincent didn't feel anything.
Compared with those monitors in his previous life, Percy was already quite human.
It's just that he doesn't speak much, and he always regards himself as a decent person.
"start."
As soon as Percy, who was stepping on the protective pad, leaned over, Vincent's right hand was already on his arm.
"You want to—" He stared blankly at the ceiling of the common room in a weightless state.
"At what?"
With a "pop", the second half of the sentence came out.
"Thank you prefect for your cooperation." Vincent squatted in front of him and stretched out his hand.
"No—you're welcome." Percy suddenly realized something.
If it is a Muggle, it is not difficult to solve it with magic.
But against wizards who also know how to fight, this is a proper advantage.
"Wayne, I signed up for your class."
Vincent seemed a little surprised, "But I originally planned to..."
"Schools can allow students to organize clubs."
Percy stood up holding his hand, "Although the process will be a bit troublesome, I will let the professors approve it as soon as possible."
"Actually, I don't want to..."
"Wayne, it would be hypocritical to be more modest."
He patted Vincent on the shoulder reassuringly, "You must continue to do this kind of activity that greatly improves the physical fitness of the students."
Let's cheer for the prefect's future chairman of the Boys' Student Council!
Vincent, who has not yet seen through this point, nodded.
Aside from being a little low on EQ, Percy is actually pretty good in a way.
At least he had the forms filled out before dinner started.
President: Vincent Wayne.
Vice-President: Percy Weasley.
If it wasn't for the list of members and the name of the club not being filled in, Vincent thought Percy was the president.
At this moment, he finally understood why the twins and Ron were a little bit resistant to associating with this person.
Opportunist Percy dipped his quill in ink. "What do you think would be a good name, Vincent?"
Vincent, who was sitting on the chair, shook his head, "I don't know if I should—"
The chubby Gu Gu suddenly appeared on the windowsill.
It raised its little head proudly, clearly wanting him to open the window quickly.
"owl--"
"The Court of Owls."
Move the pen tip to the name column of the table.
"Is there any special meaning in this?"
"No." Vincent stood up, "I just thought of the name suddenly."
Under the watchful eyes of the lion cubs, he opened the window and carried Googo in.
"The badge of the club, just use it as a template."
A fat, round owl...
Having achieved his goal, Percy swiped his pen and wrote the words "The Court of Owls".
"Of course, President Wayne."
……
……
early morning.
"So, you let him fool you?"
"It shouldn't count."
"Man, we all know the character of that good brother very well.
Do you know what books he often reads? "
"do not know."
"Fudge's shitty books."
The twins puncture Vincent's last fantasy.
It doesn't matter if the club is ineffective, but once the Gryffindor students can improve significantly, half of the honor will be taken away.
"Half and half, anyway, without Percy taking care of everything, the application materials of the Owl Court will not go to the principal's office tonight."
Fred sighed faintly, "Dude, you have to be careful next time."
George next to him thought deeply and said, "Percy is the kind of person who will keep looking for opportunities in you once he tastes the sweetness."
That's pretty much what Ron said at dinner.
"Okay, I'll be careful with him."
Vincent nodded seriously, but realized that he still underestimated this Hogwarts room.
The little golden retriever's fight against disobedience is nothing more than a small trick at best.
Hermione was a girl after all, and at worst she would only reveal his little secret about night outings.
And Percy, who was addicted to power calculations, was not in the same dimension as the above two.
"He's plotting against me, so I'll plot against him too."
"What's the plan?" The twins were stunned for a while, and then they all smirked like a tacit understanding.
The prefect can not only deduct points from other students, but also put them in confinement.
The only students who check and balance him are the prefect and the student council president.
"I hear Slytherin has won the House Cup six years in a row."
Vincent also smirked: "It's not as good as ours this year..."
"Hehehe~"
……
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