The stinky blonde classmate ended up miserably.
At least that's what Hermione thought.
Curled up in the corner like a shrimp, and had no power to resist Vincent.
She didn't know how to beat someone up without trauma.
Now she seems to have opened the door to a new world.
The fist wrapped in the peeled school robe not only makes no sound, but high-end fabric can also maximize the cushioning effect.
"Wayne! You remembered it for me-"
Draco, with a twisted face, covered his stomach and stared at the tall figure at the door with his eyes full of resentment and hatred.
"I will definitely tell my dad about this! Just drop out of school with that ugly Muggle girl!"
Vincent couldn't help but feel happy.
It's not OK to rely on subordinates,
It's not possible to rely on yourself,
Still want to rely on dad?
Hermione quickly grabbed his arm and said, "Go away, while no one has discovered what's going on here yet."
"If you find it, just discover it-"
Vincent shrugged and let her pull herself out, "It's not me who is embarrassed anyway~"
"School regulations clearly prohibit fighting!"
“We are not in school.”
Hermione, who was about to be mad, raised her feet and stepped on the white clover sneakers he was wearing.
"Hey-it hurts." Vincent didn't lie, the little leather shoes she was wearing were solid.
Hermione once again tiptoed and barely came to her mouth with her forehead. "You should be glad that no professor discovered what happened here!"
She seemed to want to say something, but after several times of wanting to speak, she finally left a hum in a very high tone.
Looking at her back as she walked away, Vincent stood there with a particularly complicated expression.
He is an adult and can't bother with children.
The three of them just now can be beaten up at will. This little girl who doesn’t understand the worldly style should forget it.
If you want to blame, you can only blame him for not being mentally prepared, otherwise he would not have been hit.
"Friend, awesome!"
A red-haired boy walked out of the open compartment door next to him.
Vincent remembers that he was one of the twins he had just asked about.
The other party enthusiastically hugged his shoulders, "What kind of relationship do you have?"
"stranger."
"real?"
"real."
The red-haired boy let go of his hand in surprise, "By the way, which college are you from?"
"I don't have a branch office yet."
His expression was even more surprised, "You are actually a newborn like her!"
Vincent nodded seriously, "Does wizards never exercise?"
The boy was whispering to the compartment, "Why do you waste your energy if you can solve things with magic?"
He was also a red-haired twin brother holding a magic wand in his hand and was using magic to manipulate the floating school robe to put it on his body.
Vincent smiled back with an awkward but polite, "You make sense."
Muggle thinking limits imagination.
"By the way, have you found Neville's baby Laifu?"
"Finished, but lost again."
The red-haired boy comforted him, “As my mom said, something always disappears when you need it.
When you think you can never find it again, it will appear in front of you for no reason.”
"Thank you." Vincent pointed his fingers at the end of the aisle, "I will find it before I arrive at the station."
Another twin who had his school robes in the compartment also came out, "George, what are you talking about?"
"Talk about our junior's troubles."
George introduced his brother: "This is Fred Weasley, who was born half a minute ago.
As you can see, we are twins~”
"I'm Vincent, Vincent Wayne."
The twins nodded as if they had heard the name for the first time.
Vincent didn't find anything strange.
Many wizards who make up newspapers like "Prophet Daily" must have been disdainful of it.
"George, why don't we replace the little girl who left?"
Fret raised his feet in an extremely exaggerated manner and stepped heavily on the metal floor of the aisle. "With our help, the efficiency will definitely be faster than that of herself."
His funny performance was like a competition between the two freshmen.
It’s nothing to lose, and it’s no good to win.
"Vincent, do you say she misunderstood you?"
"Fred, shouldn't the point be Qiu Zhang, who is second grade?"
Vincent was very glad that he didn't tell the story of Malfoy.
Their instigation each seemed to imply that whoever gets Laifu will gain the upper hand in the future.
"We can also enhance our relationship with Harry."
"Oh-George, why didn't I think of this?"
Vincent was pushed forward by the twins.
Now it is basically certain that they do not read newspapers and do not pay much attention to the kind of people in the magic world.
The more he talked, the more he found that the twin brothers were not only enthusiastic, but also brave.
Throwing sluts at the Slytherin table at the school dinner at night?
The dean of Gryffindor College is Professor McGonagall who came to Wayne's house to visit.
"I advise you not to do that."
Vincent put his hand on the door of the J compartment, "If I really want to do it, I think it would be better to throw it into their dormitory."
Fred and George looked at each other and both thought the idea was very good.
You will not be punished when you finish things, and you can also do it more unscrupulously.
"Sorry again and disturb me-"
Harry and Ron no longer had snacks.
They looked at Vincent who was walking in with a very strange look.
Hermione, who took the lead, was obviously angry, otherwise she would not have acted in that high position.
Combined with these two, acting alone...
"Baby Ronnie?" The twins squeezed into the compartment.
"I'm glad to see you, my good brother." Fred gave Ron a big hug.
Then George also opened his hands and said, "Wow, brother, I miss you so much!"
Vincent, who was about to be squeezed into the aisle, always felt that the brotherhood in front of him was a little strange.
Based on his impression of the first movie, Weasley seems to be from the pure-blooded wizard family as Malfoy.
Because they were more close to Muggles, the blonde classmate who wanted to sue his father was targeting Harry, who had become friends with Ron all year long?
Vincent saw Mr. Porter lifting his bangs skillfully, as if he suddenly realized something.
The Potion Professor is the dean of Slytherin, and Draco was assigned to Slytherin College.
So is it possible that the poor Mr. Porter was subjected to cold violence on campus because the two failed to shake hands successfully?
[I will definitely tell my dad about this...]
That rebellious big face had been beaten into a pig's head in his mind.
It’s just cold violence on campus, why not take action first?
"I'm glad to meet you, Harry."
"So too, Vincent."
After shaking hands, Vincent left with the twins.
Slytherin must be arranged.
"Vincent, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Well-I'll tell you something, don't tell others everywhere..."
After learning about Draco's bad mouth, the twins were shocked.
"No matter who it is, as long as you are unhappy with Slytherin, they are all friends of our brothers!"
"That's right, let alone you beat up the Malfoy boy!"
Vincent once again overturned their impressions.
He is now 100% sure that the Weasley twins are the kind of masters who are afraid of the world.
...
Chapter completed!