The three attackers were well-hidden when they arrived, but they were particularly conspicuous when they left.

Daphne came to him, "Thank you, Wayne."

"This is my responsibility." Vincent frowned and looked at a tall figure behind the giant tree on the left, "I should have thought earlier that the Black Swan gang would have bad intentions."

Hermione walked over holding two school robes, "Let's go back to class first, otherwise we will be late."

"History of Magic?"

"Um."

I should be able to catch up in less than half an hour.

The three of them walked side by side towards the castle.

The atmosphere was indescribably awkward.

They were all very concerned about the misunderstanding just now.

Especially Vincent.

"Greengrass, what's your next class?"

"Herbal medicine class, at 3 p.m."

Hermione subconsciously stopped and said, "Don't go there, you haven't taken a single History of Magic class this semester."

She seemed to be worried that something more serious would happen.

"I'm calm now, don't worry."

"Then I'll go too."

Daphne knew that Vincent was going to the activity room of the Black Swan Club.

The four people whom Byron just mentioned must all receive the lessons they deserve.

Private matters are settled privately.

Not to mention some of the tacit "rules" on campus, self-proclaimed "orthodox" purebloods would never tell their professors.

A bright appearance is important, as is maintaining family glory that lasts for hundreds of years.

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Chapter completed!