The gentlemanly demeanor of the Great Empire does not apply here in the magical world.

The difference between male and female wizards is really only physical.

Although Vincent looked badly beaten, he always stood upright.

As the beating continued, Hermione couldn't help but start to wonder.

After everything is like this, can you still act like a normal person?

Could it be that I made a wrong judgment again?

But to be honest, these eight-pack abs are really hard.

Her little fists were so painful that they turned red.

And Vincent, who didn't know why, actually knew that things would develop like this.

He never understood why the unsociable Miss Granger was prejudiced against him.

From study?

Or does it come from interpersonal interactions?

Anyway, this little fist is soft, so let her have a good vent.

There is a retired special dad, and almost no one in Hogwarts, where everyone does not exercise, can beat him.

"George, why don't you think he hides?"

"Maybe he has this weird hobby~"

Hermione blushed and closed her little fists, glaring fiercely at the twins who were acting weird again.

"Brother, let's withdraw first~"

Vincent gave them a big smile in return as they slipped into the dormitory.

"This is the benefit of consistent exercise,"

He thought for a while but did not unbutton his shirt.

The facts are in front of them, and the little lions all understand that the little fists just now are basically zero harm and insult.

Vincent is still the same Vincent, and his impression has even become more profound.

This appearance,

This temper,

This character,

He's just like Gryffindor's housewife!

When Hermione walked down, Vincent was still smiling in an approachable manner.

"Who's next?"

"I!"

Percy, who had been watching the show silently for a long time, came over.

At first, he thought there was some conflict between the two first-year students.

If it weren't for Ron and Harry's explanations, the prefects would definitely keep things official.

"Wayne, although I don't agree with fighting or anything like that, I also want to experience the Muggle way of dueling."

Percy took off his school robe with the prefect's badge and folded it neatly on the back of a nearby chair.

"For the sake of these two days, I don't have to worry about your affairs today."

Vincent, who was "running classes illegally", strictly speaking, did not violate school rules.

It's all voluntary, Percy just turns a blind eye.

But the words he spoke gave people an indescribable discomfort.

"Including what happens next?"

"Yes."

Vincent didn't think anything of it.

Compared with the monitors in his previous life, Percy is already very humane.

He just doesn't know how to talk, and he always thinks of himself as a serious person.

"start."

As soon as Percy, who was standing on the protective pad, leaned over, Vincent's right hand was already on his arm.

"Do you want-" In the weightless state, he stared blankly at the ceiling of the common room.

"At what?"

There was a "pop" sound before the second half of the sentence came out.

"Thank you, prefect, for your cooperation." Vincent half-crouched in front of him and stretched out his hand.

"No - you're welcome." Percy suddenly realized something.

If you are a Muggle, it is not difficult to solve it with magic.

But against wizards who can also fight, this is a definite advantage.

"Wayne, I signed up for your class."

Vincent looked a little surprised, "But I originally planned to..."

"The school can allow students to organize clubs."

Percy held his hand and stood up, "Although the process will be a bit troublesome, I will let the professors approve it as soon as possible."

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]

"Actually, I don't want to..."

"Wayne, it would be hypocritical to be any more modest."

He patted Vincent's shoulder comfortingly, "You must continue to organize this kind of activity that greatly improves students' physical fitness."

Let’s cheer for the prefect to be the future president of the Boys’ Student Council!

Vincent, who had not seen through this yet, nodded.

Aside from his lower emotional intelligence, Percy is actually quite good in a sense.

At least he had filled out all the forms before dinner started.

President: Vincent Wayne.

Vice President: Percy Weasley.

If the member list and club name hadn't been filled in, Vincent would have thought Percy was the president.

At this moment, he finally understood why the twins and Ron were a little reluctant to associate with this person.

Opportunist Percy dipped his quill in ink, "What do you think is a suitable name, Vincent?"

Vincent, who was sitting blankly in his chair, shook his head, "I don't know whether I should——"

The chubby Gugu suddenly appeared on the windowsill.

It raised its little head proudly, clearly trying to get him to open the window quickly.

"owl--"

"The Court of Owls."

Move the pen tip to the name column of the table.

"Does this have any special meaning?"

"No." Vincent stood up, "I just suddenly thought of this name."

Under the watchful eyes of the little lions, he opened the window and brought Gugu in.

"The club's emblem, just use it as a template."

A fat, round owl...

Having achieved his goal, Percy wrote the words "Court of Owls" with a stroke of his pen.

"Of course, President Wayne."

…

…

Early morning.

"So, you just let him fool you?"

"It probably doesn't count."
To be continued...