Early on Sunday morning, Vincent and Cedric met outside the castle.
"How do I need to cooperate?"
"Make it as big as possible."
Cedric's wand tapped lightly, making the metal slug inside the graduated cup get bigger and bigger.
When it reached the limit, Vincent filled it with water.
"Hmm - next thing."
Glass beads, stones, water, oil and other substances were all completed one by one in more than three hours.
"There is also the matter of gas. It will probably be done next week."
Cedric nodded, then focused his eyes on Vincent's face.
"What? Is there something dirty on my face?"
"No." He looked a little embarrassed.
Vincent looked at the handsome boy's coquettish performance and suddenly remembered that he was in the Great Empire.
He stood up from the grass with some fear, "Well, well - I have something else to do."
Cedric also stood up quickly, "Is it urgent? I won't waste your time too much."
Vincent took a step back in panic.
But after all, they are here to help, so just listen to what they want to do first.
"You can tell me anything that doesn't violate morality."
Cedric, who had a strange expression, was stunned for a moment.
"Wayne, I heard Fred say that he learned his fighting skills from you. Why don't we compare?"
Vincent patted his little heart and breathed a sigh of relief.
It turned out to be fighting, but he was so frightened that he thought it was wrestling.
"No problem, right here?"
Cedric noticed that there were many students nearby, so he leaned over and whispered, "Maybe someone will spread the word."
"I don't mind this." Vincent understood what he meant, "How about we find a place without people?"
It would be embarrassing to lose in front of the students.
"No, no, no." Cedric touched his nose awkwardly, "I'm just worried that I might conflict with you."
Gryffindor and Slytherin "went to war." If the two of them had a fight here in public, it would most likely be said to be Hufflepuff's "intervention."
Vincent didn't dare to really find a place without anyone.
"I will explain the situation to them."
Cedric did not continue.
As a Quidditch seeker, he may look a bit frail due to his slender physique.
However, under the influence of his father, who works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic, he has developed a good habit of exercising in the morning and evening since he was a child.
When dealing with magical animals, the first thing is to have a good body.
Being able to deal with all kinds of weird magic at any time, his body can't be as weak as it looks.
Vincent took off his school robe, then his tie and watch.
He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves to his upper arms.
Not to underestimate any opponent is one of the warnings from his father Eric.
Seeing him warming up, Cedric couldn't help but look serious.
This attitude alone is already stronger than many people.
"I'm ready." Vincent finished his warm-up, and there was only one person left in the world in front of him.
"I'm fine too." Cedric was also wearing only his shirt.
"let's start."
In the eyes of the surrounding students, this was an evenly matched showdown.
However, Hermione, who happened to be passing by, already knew the outcome.
Even if it's a duel between wizards, she believes the outcome will not change.
After Vincent got closer, he squatted down to avoid the punch and swept his right foot across the grass.
As soon as Cedric's butt hit the ground, he had already retracted his legs and extended his hands.
The incident happened so suddenly that many students did not react.
"I lost." Cedric put his hand over.
Vincent pulled him to stand up together, "I learned to fight since I was a child. This is not a shame."
"I am convinced that I lost." Cedric looked away after letting go.
He didn't think he would win at first, but he didn't expect the gap to be so big.
"Wayne, I heard you started a club?"
Vincent's eyes glanced back and forth from the crowd with an ominous premonition.
The twins Fred and George were indeed there, and they were pretending to look up at the sky.
"The application hasn't been approved yet. Strictly speaking, it may not be possible."
Cedric nodded.
He knows some inside information.
"Can I join?
I mean after the application is officially approved."
"Okay." Vincent agreed with a wry smile.
The twins know the password to the Slytherin dormitory every time, probably in exchange for this little known information.
After the excited Cedric left, Hermione quietly came to his side.
"Mr. Wayne, do you know you are siding with your enemy?"
Vincent was a little confused, "Being an enemy?"
"Cedric is the Seeker."
He bent over and picked up the school robe helplessly, "It's nothing. Even if Malfoy wants to learn, I will teach him."
Hermione looked as if this was true, "Are you trying to do something through the Court of Owls?"
"Yes, I will become a great wizard surpassing Professor Dumbledore in the future."
When she heard this joke-like remark, she felt quite a bit in agreement with it.
There are many wizards who integrate fighting into magic, but at the same time, he is probably the only one in the world of magic who can also use guns.
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Wizard? Muggle?
Vaguely, she seemed to have thought of something.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?"
"No."
When Hermione saw him put on his school robe, she put the sudden thought out of her mind.
"There will be Qiu here in the afternoon, who will come over?"
She blurted out: "I can just go there!"
Vincent shrugged, turned and walked towards the castle.
If he and Qiu Tao were together, it would indeed be easy for others to misunderstand him.
When we returned to the auditorium, it was lunch time.
As the number one cook at Hogwarts, Ron had already been waiting with Harry.
James and Alfred were there too.
"Where's Neville?"
"He's looking for Leif."
Vincent sat down and said, "Seriously, why is he always so careless?"
"Who knows." James spread his hands, thinking of Leif, who was always "elusive".
Strictly speaking, it's not that it likes to play hide-and-seek, but that Neville often forgets where to put it.
Once I was left in the shower room.
Another time I was left in the Potions classroom.
"Whee--" Neville ran over panting and finally found Leif.
However, one of the shoes under his feet was somehow missing.
"Are you interested in learning the Flying Curse?"
Neville nodded numbly, "I think so, but isn't this spell difficult?"
"I'll teach you some other time." Vincent tapped the plate.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
If Gryffindor students all lived in such harmony, it would be impossible for Slytherin to dominate the House Cup for six full years.
Many people know this truth, but few little lions practice it.