Harry struggled a bit, but Vivi's arm tightened more and more, making it hard for him to breathe.
...
At noon the next day, everyone was surprised to find Assistant Gael coming to the hall for lunch with a splint on his arm, one eye swollen like Neville's toad, and limping.
"What happened to him?" Ron asked with concern, as he had a good impression of the assistant who always gave him pointers.
"I don't know." Harry was equally puzzled; he knew the injuries on Gellert must have been caused by Vivi, but he didn't know why.
However...
This guy definitely deserved a beating; last time at Nimongard, he obviously got off lightly.
Just then, Gellert turned his head and gave Harry a sinister smile.
Scarhead, what bedtime stories have you been telling my sister again!
He truly couldn't understand it, singing songs while eating baked beans in the morning, and suddenly getting beaten by his sister...
Parrot Jack, seeing the pitiful Gellert, fluttered its wings and flew onto his shoulder, carefully tidying his messy hair with its beak.
Actually, when Vivi hit the first time and saw the innocent look on her brother's face, she realized the truth.
But, what can you do if you hit the wrong person?
Stealing from my vault, making the family extinct… shouldn't something like a Sniff get a beating?
Thinking of this, she punished her brother even harder.
Newt and Tina sat nearby leisurely watching this warm sister-brother interaction, their appetites wide open, and ate two tuna sandwiches in one go.
If it were Dumbledore's brothers fighting, Newt would definitely stand up to intervene.
But...
This was a Grindelwald sibling quarrel, especially with the sister showing her heavy (physical) love for her brother...
Respect, blessings.
Alas.
In the afternoon, Harry found Newt, planning to borrow the venue in the evening to train the students of the Dueling House.
Newt had no reason to refuse; in fact, he planned to follow and see how Harry trained his friends.
Vivi seemed to want a break and didn't accept Harry's invitation but returned to the dorm to catch up on sleep.
"You can tell she's very tired recently." Hermione said to Harry, "I heard she seems to be using the Time Converter to save time; is this really okay?"
"I've advised her, but it was no use." Harry said helplessly.
Hermione picked up Vivi's notebook, its front page's "A.E.I.O.U." caught her attention.
"What does this mean?" Hermione pointed to the five words and said, the five dots after were clearly representing an abbreviation, not five meaningless vowels.
Harry also didn't know what it meant, he had seen these five words in Vivi's notebook before, but he never asked her what they meant.
"I don't know either." He said honestly, "You might want to ask her yourself, see how she responds."
"Okay." Hermione took the notebook, "I'll go to the Slytherin common room now and return this notebook to her."
For the first Dueling House activity after the winter break, Harry decided to invite the Black Witch Farina he's employed from Diagon Alley.
Farina, invited by Harry again, had no intention of refusing and left Diagon Alley with Harry decisively, not even requiring Harry to use anything like a Soul-snatching Curse.
In terms of recognizing the times, one should still look at the Dark Wizards.
After all, Dark Wizards who don't adapt won't survive.
During dinner, Draco approached Harry.
"Harry." He said, "Can I join? Your Dueling House—"
"You want to join too?" Harry speared a German sausage.
"Yes, I really want to join." Draco nodded eagerly and said, "Being guided by you is my honor."
Ron beside him let out a "heh" laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Draco asked, embarrassed.
"I'm laughing at you being a bootlicker, Malfoy." Ron said, waving his chicken leg.
Unexpectedly, Draco didn't intend to rebut.
Being a bootlicker...
As long as he could learn magic beside a Legendary Wizard, what was wrong with being a bootlicker?
"I'm not opposed in principle, of course, you need to ask their opinion." Harry said with a smile, "As long as more than half of the Dueling House members agree to your joining, I will also welcome you."
After all, Draco was Cassandra's descendent, and seemed quite filial too… On her account, Harry was willing to pull him along.
"Well, since you said so." Ron shrugged, "What else can I say? I reluctantly agree—but if I find you bullying Hermione again, I'll definitely kick your butt hard, Malfoy."
Draco looked at Ron with disdain.
To prevent Hermione from opposing his joining of the Dueling House, Draco decided to swallow the phrase "protecting your little girlfriend."
But he clearly felt frustrated not venting it, holding it in made him quite uncomfortable.
In the evening, Harry brought them all into Newt's tent.
He sat on a chair with Draco standing beside him.
"Let's start the vote," Harry said to everyone, "Those in favor of admitting Slytherin's Draco Malfoy into our Dueling House, please raise your hand."
Everyone raised their hands, even Neville did not oppose Draco's joining of the Dueling House.