The foul-mouthed blond classmate ended up in a miserable state.
At least, that was what Hermione thought.
Curled up in the corner like a tiny shrimp, Draco had absolutely no power to resist under Vincent’s hands.
Before today, she had never known how someone could beat another person without leaving visible injuries.
Now it felt like a door to an entirely new world had opened.
Wrapping a fist in a stripped-off school robe made almost no sound, and the expensive fabric provided perfect cushioning.
“WAYNE!
I’LL REMEMBER THIS—!”
Draco clutched his stomach with a twisted expression, glaring hatefully at the figure leaving through the doorway.
“I’m telling my father about this!
You and that ugly Muggle girl can both get expelled!”
Vincent almost laughed.
Relying on his followers failed.
Relying on himself failed.
Now he wanted to rely on Daddy?
Hermione quickly grabbed his arm.
“Let’s go before somebody discovers what happened here!”
“Discovered?
So what?”
Vincent shrugged and let himself be dragged away.
“The embarrassed one won’t be me~”
“School rules clearly forbid fighting!”
“I didn’t hit him.”
Hermione, nearly exploding with anger, raised her little shoe and stomped hard onto his white Clover sneakers.
“Hey—that hurts.”
Vincent wasn’t lying.
Those little leather shoes had solid heels.
“You’re a complete and total brute!”
Hermione stood on tiptoes, yet the top of her head barely reached his chin.
She opened and closed her mouth several times, wanting to say something.
In the end, all she left behind was a loud huff.
Vincent stood there with mixed emotions.
He blamed himself for not being mentally prepared.
Otherwise he never would’ve taken that stomp.
“Friend, impressive!”
The nearby compartment door slid open and a red-haired boy walked out.
Vincent remembered him.
One of the twins from earlier.
The boy enthusiastically wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
“I thought you were planning ahead~”
“We’re not close.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
The red-haired boy released him with a surprised expression.
“By the way, what House are you in?”
“I haven’t been sorted yet.”
Now he looked even more shocked.
“You’re a first-year too?!
Just like her?”
“Do wizards never exercise?”
The boy tilted his head toward the compartment.
“If magic can solve it, why waste effort?”
Inside, his equally red-haired twin was using magic to float his school robes onto himself.
Vincent replied with an awkward but polite smile.
“You make a disturbingly good point.”
Muggle thinking really limited imagination.
“Did you find Neville’s little Trevor?”
“We found him.”
Vincent sighed.
“Then lost him again.”
The red-haired boy patted his shoulder comfortingly.
“My mum always says things disappear when you need them most.”
“And when you’ve given up hope, they suddenly appear right in front of you.”
“Thanks.”
Vincent pointed toward the end of the corridor.
“I’ll find him before we arrive.”
The other twin, now fully dressed, stepped out.
“George, what are you talking about?”
“Helping out our junior here.”
George gestured dramatically.
“This is Fred Weasley.
He was born a whole thirty seconds before me.”
“As you can see, we’re twins.”
“I’m Vincent.”
“Vincent Wayne.”
The twins nodded like they’d never heard the name before.
Vincent wasn’t surprised.
The Daily Prophet loved writing nonsense.
Plenty of wizards probably ignored it completely.
“George, why don’t we replace that girl who left?”
Fred exaggeratedly lifted his foot and stomped hard onto the metal floor.
“With our help, we’d definitely be faster than her alone!”
His ridiculous performance made it sound like he was setting up some competition between first-years.
Win?
No reward.
Lose?
No consequences.
“Vincent, you’re saying she misunderstood you?”
“Fred, shouldn’t the important part be second-year Cho Chang?”
Vincent was extremely glad he hadn’t mentioned the blond classmate incident.
One line from each twin somehow made it sound like whoever found Trevor first would gain future romantic advantage.
“We can even improve our relationship with little Harry.”
“Oh George, why didn’t I think of that?”
As they pushed Vincent forward, he became increasingly certain—
These two definitely didn’t read newspapers.
The more they talked, the more Vincent realized the twins weren’t just enthusiastic.
They were absolutely fearless.
Throwing dungbombs at the Slytherin table during tonight’s feast?
Wasn’t Gryffindor House’s Head the same Professor McGonagall who visited the Wayne home?
Vincent placed a hand on Compartment J’s door.
“If you really want to do it, throwing them secretly into the Slytherin dorms would be much better.”
Fred and George exchanged a glance.
Brilliant.
No punishment.
And much more chaos.
“Sorry for disturbing you again—”
Harry and Ron, who had finally stopped eating, looked at Vincent with strange expressions.
Hermione had clearly stormed away furious earlier.
And now these two were both wandering around separately…
“Little Ronniekins?”
The twins squeezed into the compartment.
“Great to see you, dear brother,” Fred said while pulling Ron into a hug.
George immediately spread his arms too.
“Wow!
Big brother missed you so much!”
Almost shoved into the corridor, Vincent stared at the oddly intense brotherly affection.
Something felt weird.
From what little he remembered of the first movie, the Weasleys and Malfoys were both pure-blood wizard families.
Because the Weasleys were friendly toward Muggles, was that why the blond classmate spent an entire year targeting Harry after he befriended Ron?
Surely…
It couldn’t really be because Harry refused a handshake…
Vincent stared as Harry Potter absentmindedly lifted his bangs.
Then suddenly froze.
Professor Snape was Head of Slytherin.
The blond classmate would probably end up in Slytherin too.
So was it possible…
That because Harry never shook his hand…
Poor Mr.
Potter suffered a year of school bullying?
“I’m definitely telling my father…”
That arrogant blond face appeared inside Vincent’s mind.
Then immediately transformed into a swollen pig face.
School bullying?
Why wait to be bullied when you could strike first?
“Nice meeting you, Harry.”
“Same here, Vincent.”
After the handshake, Vincent left with the twins.
The dungbomb plan absolutely had to happen.
“Vincent…
are you seriously doing this?”
“Well…”
He lowered his voice.
“I’ll tell you something, but don’t tell anyone…”
After hearing what happened to the blond classmate, the twins stared at him like they’d witnessed a miracle.
“Anyone who hates Slytherin is a friend of ours!”
“Exactly!
Especially someone who beat up a Malfoy!”
Vincent completely revised his opinion.
Now he was one hundred percent certain.
The Weasley twins were exactly the type of people who wanted the entire world to descend into chaos.