Chapter 376 Wayne Is A Man Worth Following
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Before today, Daphne would only think that Vincent was a violent barbarian.
But like Hermione now, she realized that the fastest and most effective way to break certain traditions of pure-blood wizards could only be violence.
Vincent grabbed Marcus by the collar, "Tell me, what's different about you from last year."
"Wayne, the halo on your head will not protect you forever!"
"Thank you for your advice." He threw Marcus onto the round table, "Unfortunately you gave the wrong answer."
Pansy was shaking under the table.
Even if she covered her ears, she could clearly feel every vibration and every cry.
Marcus' hands dropped limply.
Vincent walked over to Draco and Blaise, who were covering their foreheads.
"Wayne, I can give you a lot of Galleons, more than you can imagine!"
"Sorry, I don't think I can't get anything." He grabbed Blaise's left arm and threw him sideways towards Marcus.
The crushing physical advantage made Draco finally realize the unequal between the two sides.
On the outside, he was the sole heir to the Malfoy family, the pinnacle of pure-blood circles.
And at Hogwarts, he couldn't even stand up to Muggle-born Vincent.
What will happen to him and how much he will be injured is not up to him to decide.
"Tell me, Malfoy—" Vincent looked down at him, "do I have the right to stand before you?"
"You—" Draco clenched his fists tightly, the veins protruding from his neck flushed his little face.
There are four family mottos in the Malfoy family, but there are 55 family rules.
Life must be chosen. You can't hold everything in your hands, otherwise you will lose everything.
"Wayne, you have the qualifications."
"What qualifications?"
"Vincent Wayne, you have the right to stand in front of me!"
Draco gasped heavily, letting go of his clenched fists with white knuckles.
"So, Malfoy—" Vincent put his right hand on his shoulder, "do you think you have the right to stand in front of me?"
Experience is distilled from pain.
But it was humiliating, unacceptable humiliation.
Draco pushed away the hand on his shoulder, "Wayne, if you want me to kneel down and beg for mercy, you are far from it now!"
"Indeed." Vincent sighed softly, "It seems that I still need to work harder."
Daphne's eyes widened at this moment.
She looked at Hermione next to her, and quickly calmed down.
Maybe in a few years, the wizarding world will change.
"Crackling—" Draco took a solid slap.
He was stunned until the second slap came, but he still couldn't make any response.
"Wayne!" Pansy under the table suddenly rushed over.
Vincent took a step back, and then slapped her with the slap he just slapped.
After the crisp sound, the atmosphere became strangely quiet.
Draco, covering his small face, realized that this was a greater humiliation.
Two solid slaps made him rush forward desperately.
Perhaps because he was too angry, he didn't have the extra thought to pay attention to his feet, so he was tripped on the expensive marble floor, and a gold Galleon was crushed on his knee.
Vincent bent down and grabbed the back collar, without looking at the face that was beginning to swell.
"How dare you hit me, Wayne!" Draco opened his mouth, waving his hands and feet in mid-air.
It's really hard to associate elegance with this claw-flashing appearance.
"Your father didn't hit you, did he?" Vincent calmly stretched out his other hand and pressed his forehead that was getting closer.
"Crabbe! Goyle! How much longer do you fools want to see!"
Short of breath, the two chose to attack from behind.
But Vincent turned around as if he knew it in advance, let go, grabbed Draco's legs, and yanked them hard like a weapon.
Shoulders bumped Crabbe's big head, hands flailing against Goyle's muscular chest.
After circling around and coming back, the whole person flew towards Pan Xi, who was covering her little face.
Daphne could not bear to look directly away.
She knew that her ex-girlfriend liked Draco very much.
When I was about four or five years old, it was true love at first sight.
Hermione, her exact opposite, was only a little bit on the verge of cheering loudly.
In less than half an hour, the Black Swan Club was wiped out.
The students who were still standing were almost shaken.
Byron, who tiptoed at the door and looked in, suddenly felt that his hands no longer ached.
He glanced at the other two.
No matter how well Black Swan develops, the future of ordinary members like them is fixed.
Look at the owl court, the new member was bullied, and the president called up without saying a word.
Although there are many complicated reasons, this approach is more touching.
Use Gold Gallon to command members, and then hide behind to enjoy the fruits of victory?
Byron's hands trembled slightly.
This feeling is not the pain that came and went before, but the trembling caused by excessive excitement.
"Wayne is affectionate and righteous, he is a person worth following!"
His decision was endorsed by two others.
"Zander, Jeffrey, let's turn to the light and join the Owl Court Club!"
"Good!" X2
Vincent knew that there were not a few Slytherins who felt this way.
His indifferent blue eyes swept over those lying down one by one, "We're even.
If you still want to continue, please remember that your opponent is me. "
……
……
On the second floor, the History of Magic classroom.
Professor Binns doesn't seem to notice the collective absence of Gryffindor students.
Ernie hands Hannah a note asking if she knows where Justin has gone.
The answer is of course not knowing.
The collective absence of the little lions is outrageous enough, and the simple and honest little badger is unforgivable even if he is late.
"It's not good, it's not good—" Justin's voice sounded from outside:
"Vincent and Black Swan are fighting!"
The little badgers all twisted their necks stiffly and looked at him.
No wonder they were absent collectively. It turned out that they had gone to fight.
Wait - Vincent alone?
"He's the only one!" Justin gasped, "Flint was so frightened that he dropped his wand just now."
Wow! It's a big deal!
Ernie looked over at Professor Binns, who was still concentrating on his lecture.
Is it warped?
Still not warped?
He resolutely left his seat and trot quietly outside the classroom.
Where there is the first, there will be the second.
"Does anyone know why Diagon Alley was built?" Binns waited for a long time but did not hear an answer.
Look down and find that there is not even a single person.
"Is get out of class over?" Floating across the wall, then back again.
"What fights with what?"
After thinking hard for a long time, he couldn't recall what Justin said just now.
……
……
But like Hermione now, she realized that the fastest and most effective way to break certain traditions of pure-blood wizards could only be violence.
Vincent grabbed Marcus by the collar, "Tell me, what's different about you from last year."
"Wayne, the halo on your head will not protect you forever!"
"Thank you for your advice." He threw Marcus onto the round table, "Unfortunately you gave the wrong answer."
Pansy was shaking under the table.
Even if she covered her ears, she could clearly feel every vibration and every cry.
Marcus' hands dropped limply.
Vincent walked over to Draco and Blaise, who were covering their foreheads.
"Wayne, I can give you a lot of Galleons, more than you can imagine!"
"Sorry, I don't think I can't get anything." He grabbed Blaise's left arm and threw him sideways towards Marcus.
The crushing physical advantage made Draco finally realize the unequal between the two sides.
On the outside, he was the sole heir to the Malfoy family, the pinnacle of pure-blood circles.
And at Hogwarts, he couldn't even stand up to Muggle-born Vincent.
What will happen to him and how much he will be injured is not up to him to decide.
"Tell me, Malfoy—" Vincent looked down at him, "do I have the right to stand before you?"
"You—" Draco clenched his fists tightly, the veins protruding from his neck flushed his little face.
There are four family mottos in the Malfoy family, but there are 55 family rules.
Life must be chosen. You can't hold everything in your hands, otherwise you will lose everything.
"Wayne, you have the qualifications."
"What qualifications?"
"Vincent Wayne, you have the right to stand in front of me!"
Draco gasped heavily, letting go of his clenched fists with white knuckles.
"So, Malfoy—" Vincent put his right hand on his shoulder, "do you think you have the right to stand in front of me?"
Experience is distilled from pain.
But it was humiliating, unacceptable humiliation.
Draco pushed away the hand on his shoulder, "Wayne, if you want me to kneel down and beg for mercy, you are far from it now!"
"Indeed." Vincent sighed softly, "It seems that I still need to work harder."
Daphne's eyes widened at this moment.
She looked at Hermione next to her, and quickly calmed down.
Maybe in a few years, the wizarding world will change.
"Crackling—" Draco took a solid slap.
He was stunned until the second slap came, but he still couldn't make any response.
"Wayne!" Pansy under the table suddenly rushed over.
Vincent took a step back, and then slapped her with the slap he just slapped.
After the crisp sound, the atmosphere became strangely quiet.
Draco, covering his small face, realized that this was a greater humiliation.
Two solid slaps made him rush forward desperately.
Perhaps because he was too angry, he didn't have the extra thought to pay attention to his feet, so he was tripped on the expensive marble floor, and a gold Galleon was crushed on his knee.
Vincent bent down and grabbed the back collar, without looking at the face that was beginning to swell.
"How dare you hit me, Wayne!" Draco opened his mouth, waving his hands and feet in mid-air.
It's really hard to associate elegance with this claw-flashing appearance.
"Your father didn't hit you, did he?" Vincent calmly stretched out his other hand and pressed his forehead that was getting closer.
"Crabbe! Goyle! How much longer do you fools want to see!"
Short of breath, the two chose to attack from behind.
But Vincent turned around as if he knew it in advance, let go, grabbed Draco's legs, and yanked them hard like a weapon.
Shoulders bumped Crabbe's big head, hands flailing against Goyle's muscular chest.
After circling around and coming back, the whole person flew towards Pan Xi, who was covering her little face.
Daphne could not bear to look directly away.
She knew that her ex-girlfriend liked Draco very much.
When I was about four or five years old, it was true love at first sight.
Hermione, her exact opposite, was only a little bit on the verge of cheering loudly.
In less than half an hour, the Black Swan Club was wiped out.
The students who were still standing were almost shaken.
Byron, who tiptoed at the door and looked in, suddenly felt that his hands no longer ached.
He glanced at the other two.
No matter how well Black Swan develops, the future of ordinary members like them is fixed.
Look at the owl court, the new member was bullied, and the president called up without saying a word.
Although there are many complicated reasons, this approach is more touching.
Use Gold Gallon to command members, and then hide behind to enjoy the fruits of victory?
Byron's hands trembled slightly.
This feeling is not the pain that came and went before, but the trembling caused by excessive excitement.
"Wayne is affectionate and righteous, he is a person worth following!"
His decision was endorsed by two others.
"Zander, Jeffrey, let's turn to the light and join the Owl Court Club!"
"Good!" X2
Vincent knew that there were not a few Slytherins who felt this way.
His indifferent blue eyes swept over those lying down one by one, "We're even.
If you still want to continue, please remember that your opponent is me. "
……
……
On the second floor, the History of Magic classroom.
Professor Binns doesn't seem to notice the collective absence of Gryffindor students.
Ernie hands Hannah a note asking if she knows where Justin has gone.
The answer is of course not knowing.
The collective absence of the little lions is outrageous enough, and the simple and honest little badger is unforgivable even if he is late.
"It's not good, it's not good—" Justin's voice sounded from outside:
"Vincent and Black Swan are fighting!"
The little badgers all twisted their necks stiffly and looked at him.
No wonder they were absent collectively. It turned out that they had gone to fight.
Wait - Vincent alone?
"He's the only one!" Justin gasped, "Flint was so frightened that he dropped his wand just now."
Wow! It's a big deal!
Ernie looked over at Professor Binns, who was still concentrating on his lecture.
Is it warped?
Still not warped?
He resolutely left his seat and trot quietly outside the classroom.
Where there is the first, there will be the second.
"Does anyone know why Diagon Alley was built?" Binns waited for a long time but did not hear an answer.
Look down and find that there is not even a single person.
"Is get out of class over?" Floating across the wall, then back again.
"What fights with what?"
After thinking hard for a long time, he couldn't recall what Justin said just now.
……
……
