This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Slytherin common room.

Draco was particularly restless while lying on the bed. He turned over several times without falling asleep.

This bad feeling has been tormenting him.

"It must be Vayne!"

He cursed, then untied various traps and kicked Crabbe and Goyle awake.

"Hurry up, stupid pig!"

"Uh-what?" Crabbe rubbed his eyes with both hands, "Did the Owl people come over?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I always feel something is wrong."

Based on how familiar he was with Vincent, he couldn't believe that he could be safe.

It was inevitable that Higgs' story would come to light.

Even if the person is wrapped up tightly,

A certain pair of red-haired twins can peel off layers.

Polyjuice Potion is probably no longer useful.

But there's Daphne.

But before that, you have to face something that is coming.

Draco put on a velvet robe, stepped on high-end and comfortable cotton slippers, and led the two followers out of the dormitory quietly.

It was pitch dark outside, and the silence was breathtaking.

"Da-da-"

The dungeon is nearly a thousand years old, and water is always dripping from it when it is repaired.

Goyle walked timidly at the back,

"Draco,

they are not here,

Why don't we go back? "

"Shut up!"

As soon as Draco stopped, he bumped into Crabbe behind him. ♦♦  ♦♦

He staggered for several steps before he regained his balance, "Stupid pig! Can you open your eyes and walk?"

"I'm very sorry." Crabbe finally regained his composure.

When Gao Er heard these roars, he was no longer afraid.

"Draco, where are we going?"

"Activity room, I have a strong feeling about it."

Carefully avoiding Filch and Mrs. Norris, they finally arrived at three in the morning.

The faint fragrance in the corridor has not dissipated.

Draco had to admit that Vincent was a man of principles.

If the party is guaranteed to end at 11 o'clock, it will end at 11 o'clock.

But when he arrived in front of the club, it all turned to disgust.

"Damn golden retriever!"

This is already the second time.

Last time I got kicked off one fan, but this time it didn't stop.

Crabbe and Goyle held their lanterns high.

The expensive wallpaper inlaid with gold is covered with footprints of various sizes.

The delicate ceramic decorations were all shattered on the floor.

And the table where he often sat was flatly broken into two pieces in the middle.

"It must be Wayne!" Crabbe, who was completely sleepless, raised his head, "And that owl!"

The black swans on the ceiling are all pitted with paw prints.

But the strange thing is that the size of each paw print is different.

Draco's expression changed drastically, as he didn't feel any pain at first.

This is the craft of embroidery, not painting.

His father spent a lot of money on the scheduled appointment alone.

Plus a high production fee for the big Eastern country,

Just this satin-like embroidered black striped goose,

Not counting shipping costs, it would cost close to five hundred gold galleons.

Other crystal chandeliers and trinkets, etc.

Mostly provided by Brace.

Well now, it's all in pieces.

"Recover as before——"

Draco's attempt to save him failed.

"Anti-repairing spell?" Gore watched them rise and fall, feeling that they were more broken than before.

"Wait for me!" Draco strode out.

If you don't run away, Filch will come.

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As expected, the destruction of the Black Swan Club activity room was left unsolved in the end.

Every time Vincent went to the Great Hall to dine, he would raise his glass to the Slytherin table in a polite manner.

If only it wasn't milk that was full of irony.

"Damn it!" Blaise threw away the knife and fork before taking a few bites.

"I want to run over and rip his face off right now!"

Draco's patience seemed to have reached its limit.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, we have a Quidditch match against Ravenclaw."

What he meant was clear.

Excluding those watching football games, there won't be many students staying in the castle.

Daphne picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth, "What do you want me to do?"

"Run directly to their activity room and give the letter to this bastard Wayne."

Pansy patted the long table, "Draco, I'll go with her!"

An eleven-year-old girl has nothing to worry about. She is most afraid of a pair of red-haired brothers spreading rumors everywhere.

"Go in openly?" Daphne looked hesitant.

"Yes, aboveboard."

"I see."

The two girls were trying to settle a score with the president of the opposing club. No matter how much they didn't want to talk to him, they had to go and have a chat with him.

"And Wayne's hair." Blaise said with a ferocious face: "I want to turn into him myself and offend all the professors."

The most dangerous places are often the safest.

Although Higgs has been exposed, it can still play a role in reducing vigilance in the end.

When Vincent thought Black Swan was a different way,

I certainly didn't expect to use Polyjuice Potion again.

"Who makes the price list?"

"I'll do it!"

Draco assigned tasks one by one.

Vincent at the Gryffindor table finished his meal, turned around and raised the milk glass again.

No one looked over.

"They must be thinking of other ways." Hermione handed over a roll of parchment.

He spread it out and glanced at it casually, "It won't work if you do it secretly,

I guess they will do it openly."

Inside the parchment was the first Gwent tournament to be held soon.

The total prize money is 6,000 gold galleons, and only the top ten will get a share.

"Isn't the first place too much? A full 2,000 gold galleons."

"How much do you think is reasonable?"

"300, 200, 100, and then it can be set so that the top 50 will all get a share."

Hermione nodded, guessing his intention, "There are also the best decks, the fastest game end, etc."

"Yes." Vincent rolled up the parchment, "Professor Dumbledore said that some old friends will be invited to the finals. What do you think of setting up a company?"

"Too fast?"

"Indeed, and we are still in school."

Gwent is destined to go beyond the campus.

It's still early now, and we can try it out during the summer vacation.

"Oh, and this." Hermione put down a magazine before leaving.

What's very strange is that the cover picture and text are upside down.

"The Quibbler?" Vincent picked it up with some surprise, "When did you get used to reading these books?"

"This is Lavender's." Hermione pointed to a line of magic runes under the title.

"I know this is what Quirinus Quirrell meant, and the rest depends on you to translate."

After a rough study, he found that the subtitle was still as interesting as before.

Turning to the first page of the magazine, it was a close-up photo of a new prisoner in Azkaban.

Quirrell, who was yellow and skinny, stared at the ceiling blankly, drooling from his mouth.

The end of this smart guy was really miserable.

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