Malfoy wants to prove the validity of the pure-blood theory on me, what about you?

What do you want to prove to me?"

"I have no idea."

Hermione stood up casually, "Maybe I don't want to admit that someone is smarter than me.

Or maybe I just simply hate you."

Vincent let go of his hand on the sandbag, "I don't think so."

Both of them have been equally good in character and academics since childhood.

She puts all her thoughts on her studies,

But he can have wonderful extracurricular activities.

It's not so much jealousy as it is a complaint against myself.

Why should we keep studying?

The Sorting Hat saw this precisely, so it did not sort her into Ravenclaw.

Vincent sighed softly and walked towards her slowly.

"What - what are you going to do?" Hermione's voice was trembling.

"Shh - keep your voice down." He stepped closer to the other person who was leaning against the wall, "While there is no one around now..."

Before he finished speaking, the solid leather shoes were lifted up.

"etc!"

Vincent, who had no time to dodge, was stomped on his face, and he squatted down in an aggrieved manner.

"I mean, while there's no one around now, you can go on a night out with me."

He said the excuse he had just thought of: "If the mysterious man appears again, wouldn't it be able to prove my innocence?"

"Ah?" Hermione, whose little heart was beating wildly, didn't expect that things would develop like this.

What about the promised beating?

This is not normal!

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Chapter completed!