Chapter 517: No more pretending, I’m showing off my cards
Vincent, who had had a good dream, opened his eyes and happened to see Gugu standing next to the pillow with a letter in his mouth.
It seemed to be frightened, and its raised paws paused in mid-air.
"Are you trying to scratch my face?"
Gugu tilted his head, pretending not to understand this sentence.
Vincent hugged her and gave her a hug.
After struggling a lot, he opened the letter.
Restmann in Germany wrote, saying that Yamamoto had arrived safely in Austria.
After I finished writing the reply, Gugu felt smooth.
"You remember - forget it, you can't just show up now."
Holding the letter in his mouth, Gugu flew out of the window with his head held high and his little wings flapping.
Now, it is no longer the most noble owl in Hogwarts.
With tens of thousands of owls in charge of the British Isles, only the title of Supreme is worthy of it.
James closed the comic in his hand seriously,
"It seems that Gugu is the next Supreme Mage."
Vincent threw a pillow at her, "Kama Taj does not exist."
James narrowly escaped, "But magic is real."
Neville nodded drowsily after being woken up.
"I don't even know how to refute."
"Hahaha - Lao Wen, I can finally defeat you!"
The happy time did not last long.
After washing up and going downstairs to have breakfast, James ran around the castle in pain.
After his daily exercise, Vincent sat on the doorstep and opened today's newspaper.
Unsurprisingly, everyone unanimously denounced the Wizard card.
The Daily Prophet is the most exaggerated.
I don’t know where Rita found an old wizard who was proficient in Muggle finance and actually analyzed the probability of inflation in the magical world.
The words used are sensational, as if Da Ying is about to be doomed.
Ignoring these non-nutritious contents, he put down the newspaper with some disappointment.
Before the Ministry of Magic discloses the progress of the investigation, it can only be regarded as scratching the itch of the old man.
The foundation of nearly a thousand years is difficult to shake.
There are many wizards who hate them, but there are also many who are accustomed to the status quo.
There is no other way, just wait.
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It was uneventful until Wednesday, when the nightmare-like Potions class came again.
Snape had a stinking face throughout the whole process, and only made trouble for students other than Vincent.
Even Hermione was criticized for turning off the heat half a second too late, resulting in the complete destruction of a pot of healing potion that should have been perfect.
Vincent, who acted casually, was already scolding him in his heart.
The old bat is so insidious that he deliberately gives "preferential treatment" to him. Even a fool can see that there is something wrong.
Arthur didn't even tell his own son who was temporarily acting as school director. Only the formal employees of the school knew, and only the gentlemen and the Ministry of Magic knew.
“Bang——” Black smoke billowed out from the crucible in front of Vincent.
Snape came over with a gloomy expression.
With a wave of his magic wand, the cigarette and pot were rolled outside the classroom.
"Wayne, go to the campus hospital quickly. Your delicate body cannot be injured."
Both gnashing of teeth and flattery.
"Professor, don't you always say that I am as strong as a troll?
I'm not hurt, so you don't need to make a fuss."
Snape resisted the urge to deduct points and walked lightly to Harry.
"Potter! You were distracted and cooked a ball of paste!"
"I--"
"Ten points from Gryffindor!"
Vincent's hand that sprinkled the selected white moss powder shook and it was sprinkled directly on the desk.
"Mr. Wayne!" Snape floated back again,
"I have to take you to the school hospital myself!"
He used all polite names, and it seemed that he was determined to reveal his identity as a school director.
"Professor, this will affect the class."
"It doesn't matter, no one in the whole school is more important than you."
All eyes in the classroom were focused on Vincent.
Has the old bat changed his gender?
Impossible, that expression of gnashing teeth is real.
Owe money? Or have you been caught?
Hermione and Daphne looked at each other, smelling the secret at the same time.
Their curiosity arose.
Vincent calmly grabbed a handful of white moss.
The healing potion is very safe, and overdose will only cause black smoke.
Moreover, this is a carefully selected powder, and it will only be effective if it is severely overdosed.
Fortunately, absinthe has not been added, otherwise it would neutralize the rejection of narcissus.
One big handful, two big handfuls.
During the third round, Snape finally couldn't hold himself any longer.
"Wayne, are you going to blow us all up?"
"No, Professor." Vincent stopped with an innocent look on his face,
"You didn't deduct points from me today. I thought I did nothing wrong."
Snape sneered, "Mr. Wayne, who dares to say that you are wrong now?
Not only me, but even the wise Dumbledore did not dare."
It's 80% done, and it looks like we're about to reveal our trump card.
Vincent raised a finger vaguely, "How is that possible? I am just an ordinary student from an ordinary Muggle family."
"Ho--" Snape was so gloomy that he almost dripped water,
"That's great. I thought you had some terrifying identity."
"Of course not, Professor." He held up three fingers.
"Really?" Snape suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, "I have heard some rumors recently——"
"Those are all rumors and cannot be taken seriously." Vincent withdrew a finger.
"Ho--" Snape turned and returned to the podium.
"Continue class!"
Just give it up when it's good, and you won't suffer any loss.
The one who really suffered was Vincent.
An extra 20% of the operating fee will be given every month, or only Snape's hush money.
Wait, fatten up and then kill!
I hadn't chosen a time until the end of get out of class, and as soon as I left the classroom, I was followed by two little witches.
They are not easy to fool.
Follow him to the auditorium while there are not many students.
"Stop pretending, I am the new school director and I will show my cards."
"Huh?" Hermione and Daphne blinked their big eyes blankly.
They pinched each other's arms, and then put their little hands towards Vincent's forehead.
"No fever."
"Is it true?"
He pushed their hands away, "Of course it's true. It's not like you don't know that Yamamoto is mine."
"No wonder Snape wanted to expose you." Hermione quickly calmed down.
"Then what are you afraid of? There weren't many students who fawned over Malfoy before."
Daphne nodded in agreement, "There are 12 school directors in total, and apart from providing operating funds, they have almost no substantive power in the school."
Vincent looked around,
There are already many students.
He motioned for them to come closer.
"Professor Dumbledore has a lot of tricks up his sleeve as a school director. He helped me keep the price to the lowest."
"That means you occupy more than one seat?"
"yes."
"Then how many did you take?"
"The professor suggested that I take 7. The gold galleons that Yamamoto brought back are just enough."
"Seven!?" Hermione and Daphne patted the long table and stood up at the same time.
"Shh-" Vincent quickly pulled them to sit back,
"Don't tell anyone. I don't want to be fawned over day and night just yet."
If Hogwarts was a joint-stock system, he would now be the de facto major shareholder.
It's a pity that the school director is just a big loser in giving money.
The only power that can be called power is the ability to remove any faculty member.
What's more, he is not an official school director yet and must wait until he reaches adulthood.