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 unlocked 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 and sound.

It was inevitable that Higgs' story would be revealed.

Even if someone is wrapped up tightly, a certain pair of red-haired twins can open up the layers.

Polyjuice Potion is probably no longer useful.

But there is Daphne.

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

Draco put on a velvet robe, wore high-end and comfortable cotton slippers, and led his 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 the top when repairs are made.

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 Gore heard these roars, he was no longer afraid.

"Draco, where are we going?"

"Activity room, I have a very strong premonition."

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

The faint fragrance in the corridor has not dissipated.

Draco had to admit that Vincent was a principled man.

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, all of this turned into disgust.

"Damn golden retriever!"

This is already the second time.

Last time I got kicked off, 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 exquisite ceramic decorations were all broken to pieces.

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 face 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 just to schedule the appointment.

In addition to the high production fee paid to the great Eastern country, this satin-like embroidered black-striped goose alone cost close to five hundred gold galleons before shipping.

Most of the other crystal chandeliers and trinkets are provided by Bresse.

Now, it's all in pieces.

"Recover as before——"

Draco's attempt to save him failed.

"Anti-repair 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.

…

…

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

Every time Vincent went to the auditorium to have a meal, he would raise his glass to the Slytherin table with dignity.

It would be nice if milk wasn't 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 very 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 hand 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 over 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 that Black Swan was using another method, he definitely didn't expect to use Polyjuice Potion again.

"Who makes the price list?"

"I come!"

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.

After spreading it out, he glanced at it casually and said, "It's not good to come here in the dark, I guess I'll come in the open."

Inside the parchment is the upcoming first Gwent tournament.

The total prize is 6,000 gold galleons, and only the top ten will receive it.

"Isn't 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 all the top fifty people have a share."

Hermione nodded, guessing his intention, "And the best deck, the fastest way to end the game, right?"
To be continued...