This Hogwarts is not normal

At first, Percy didn't think this duel would go smoothly.

But Slytherin's prefect Marcus unexpectedly appeared in front of him.

"Get out of the way, Flint!"

The tall and muscular Marcus stood in front of him, "Weasley, why should I listen to you!"

Both of them are prefects and have equal power.

Percy could crush his opponent academically, but he was severely crushed in terms of size.

Students engaging in wizard duels in the auditorium?

Just when he looked over, Vincent's wand had been raised.

"Expelliarmus—"

Although I am not very skilled, I have seen it with my own eyes enough times.

Draco staggered back two steps, and the wand in his hand flew forward.

"I win, Malfoy."

Suddenly, the auditorium was bustling with activity.

Vincent, who was born as a Muggle, defeated Draco, who was of noble birth, in an instant.

But if one throws aside one’s background, the result is of course obvious.

The two people, whose personalities, temperaments, ways of dealing with people, and attitudes towards learning are completely opposite, seem to have already decided on the outcome.

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It was difficult for Draco to admit that he had lost, but he still lost in front of everyone.

He clenched his fists in anger and rushed forward.

He doesn't need to calm down now,

He just wants to get his place back.

However, with a look of contempt in his eyes, Vincent easily held down the powerful-looking fist with his right hand holding the opponent's wand.

Listening to the unceasing booing around him, Draco made a very irrational move.

"Let go of your dirty hands, you stinking mudblood!"

"Fuck!" Alfred, who was eating melon obediently, stood up angrily.

Like him there are Ron and the twins.

"What does this mean?" Hermione looked at James questioningly.

As a mixed-race person, he was also confused.

Vincent didn't know what it meant, but he also understood that it wouldn't be a good word.

"Get out of here, Flint!" Percy pushed Marcus hard, "Don't you dare try to stop me again!"

Even Percy, who excels in studies and only wants to climb the ladder, is like this. The word "Mudblood" is definitely insulting.

Seeing the people from Gryffindor rushing over, a small number of people from Slytherin stood in front of them.

"Damn it, I must teach you a lesson today!"

Fred and George each held a big dung egg and threw it towards the people blocking the way.

Alfred pinched his nose and walked around, hitting Marcus in the back who was hugging Percy with his elbow.

"Damn you bad guy, you will be expelled from the school, Malfoy!"

Marcus, who was in pain, brought up Percy and bumped him over.

Alfred fell to the ground after being hit in the chest.

He sat up, shook his head, and ran over again with Neville.

Almost all of the nearest Hufflepuff students were following Cedric and Rove, surrounding Draco who was still trying to pull out his fist.

Vincent thought he was here to break up the fight, so he let go of his right hand.

He threw the wand to Draco, who had just stood up, "It turns out that blood does not represent a person's magical ability."

"Wayne——" Rove hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong? Isn't it just a curse word?"

Cedric resisted the urge to go over and give Draco a good beating and explained the meaning behind the word.

"This is an extremely rude name. After the split-"

"Cedric, stop talking!"

Vincent was a little surprised that Rolf, who had always been easy-going, became so angry just because of a title.

If mudblood is broken down, if blood refers to Muggle-born blood, then mud refers to soil, which can be understood as lowly.

The term "Mudblood" is probably a scornful term used by wizards for Muggle-born people.

The sudden uneasiness on Draco's face also proved that this title should be a forbidden word in the wizarding world that could not be spoken easily.

"That's it?" Vincent had heard many names that were more lethal than this in his previous life.

"The person who coined this word must be really capable and would not use such an insulting way to set himself off."

If you can't beat him, you'll scold him, just like a little loser.

Where is the truth?

The truth lies within cannon range.

Vincent did not become angry, and even felt very honored from the bottom of his heart.

Neither Cedric nor Rove expected that his mentality would be so good.

But when they think about it carefully, they think it is a matter of course.

"Eat my kick, you stinky horse manure!"

Ron jumped up high and kicked Draco on the lower back.

As soon as her fair and tender face touched the marble floor, the door of the auditorium was opened from the outside.

Snape, who exuded a cold aura, showed his face, and the entire auditorium fell silent.

"Stinky horse manure! How dare you say that word!"

Only Ron was still riding on Draco and waving his fists.

"stop!"

McGonagall behind Snape shouted, and Ron let go of Draco, who was about to turn into a pig's head.

"Mr. Weasley, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation."

"Professor, Malfoy said that word."

"What word?" Quirrell, who had a sense of presence, took a moment to stand next to Snape who was blocking the door.

"That's the word." Ron didn't dare to say, he just looked at Vincent with his eyes.

Not long after he was framed, something like this actually happened.

And it seems that this fight was caused by the culprit.

Quirrell was extremely proud.

Looking at Snape walking forward, the disgust in his eyes was about to solidify.

He was looking forward to seeing Dumbledore's gang go dog to dog, preferably until the end of the school year.

However,

However, after Snape pulled Ron away, he grabbed Draco's collar very roughly.

"Professor, I——"

"Shut up!"

Draco was extremely aggrieved by the yelling.

After all, the word "mudblood" is taboo, so he thought it should be an act for everyone to see.

Snape glanced at Vincent before turning around.

These eyes are very complex and contain many indescribable emotions.

He dragged Draco away step by step, as if he didn't care about the cause of the matter.

"Everyone go back."

When McGonagall spoke, how could the students not listen?

Quirrell looked very ugly.

If it were him to handle it, he would be fired at the very least.

Voldemort talks about mudbloods every day, what's the big deal?

"Mr. Wayne, please come with me."

Mag's face was sullen, but the distress in his eyes could not be concealed.

Vincent followed her, pretending to be surprised and glanced at Quirrell.

He seemed surprised that the other person was still in school.

"Damn little Mudblood-"

Voldemort cursed again.

"Master, Wayne is very calm, as if he doesn't know the meaning of the word."

"That's why I say you're useless, Quirinas—"

Quirrell stared at Vincent's retreating back.

"My master, this little mudblood will never be an obstacle to you."

"It's best that way."

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