This Hogwarts is not normal

During the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the morning, the little lions and little snakes were all distracted.

The party before Halloween is one of the traditions held every year at Hogwarts.

Most students are looking forward to this very much,

After all, they don't have as much fun as the other six.

Quirrell chatted with the students when he saw the opportunity, and not long after the class started, he simply announced that he was going to study on his own.

This move drew bursts of cheers.

Of course Vincent knew why he was like this.

For tonight's banquet, all the teachers and students of the school will gather in the auditorium.

If you make some big noise and attract attention, the principal's office will be clear.

"What's there to look forward to? The birthday party my father celebrated for me was much grander than this -"

The only voice that can make people feel so unpleasant comes from Slytherin.

"Let's ignore him." Ron continued to tell Harry interesting stories he had heard from others.

"Fred and George said they gave Professor Dumbledore a suggestion last year to invite a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone this year."

"Really? Can we see it tonight?"

"Maybe. I heard that if you want to invite them, you have to make a reservation two years in advance."

Harry was about to express his expectations for the party when Draco on the other side of the aisle suddenly sneered loudly.

"If it were my dad, why would he need to make a reservation?"

It is bright,

The rain stopped,

Master Malfoy feels that he is doing well again.

After keeping a low profile for two or three days, Vincent thought it would continue until the end of the school year.

It turns out that this spoiled child needs a deeper lesson than before.

"No one is asking for your opinion, Malfoy!" Ron pouted after saying this.

Mr. Weasley has been staring at old Malfoy lately, and he has become very tough on him.

"Poor people who have never seen the world." Draco sarcastically replied, "Can your family hire them?"

Ron blushed and was about to refute when Harry pulled his sleeve.

"Forget it, he doesn't deserve our academy points to scold him back."

He glanced at Quirrell who was distracted on the stage, "You're right, Harry.

He doesn't know the cleaning spell, and he probably hasn't even brushed his teeth before leaving home."

"Pfft--" Hermione next to her quickly covered her mouth.

Her family runs a dental clinic, and judging from the foul smell coming out of Draco's mouth, it was obviously caused by not cleaning his mouth properly.

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"Weasley, do you dare to say it again!"

"You must not have brushed your teeth, Malfoy."

Draco, who looked a little ferocious, glanced at the podium and saw that Quirrell didn't seem to care about classroom discipline, so he had no intention of keeping a low profile anymore.

"Oh, a bunch of poor people!" He said in a very unbeatable tone, "Are you Weasleys so poor that you are reduced to using Muggle tools?

Do you know about automatic toothbrushes? Poor guy!"

Hermione had something to say about this.

Muggles don't have automatic toothbrushes, but they do have electric toothbrushes.

Just as she was about to explain her knowledge and retaliate, Quirrell suddenly stood up.

"Gryffindor affects classroom discipline, 30 points will be deducted."

The smile that couldn't be concealed on his face made Vincent immediately decide to use three big things that night.

"Professor, where is Slytherin?"

"Wayne, continue studying."

It is worthy of the friendship that we have endured infamy together, and it is actually more obvious than Snape's targeting.

Vincent finally saw through this man.

Can the Philosopher's Stone be obtained so easily?

Innocent!

During the afternoon flying lesson, Mrs. Huo Qi asked the students from the two schools to fly five hundred feet in pairs.

Draco came over arrogantly to provoke again.

"Coward Po Te, do you dare to team up with me?"

Harry squeezed the Sweeping Six Star in his hand and said, "Malfoy, I will make you convinced that you have lost."

Vincent, who was observing secretly, fell down.

Both sides used broomsticks enthusiastically sponsored by the Malfoy family, so the outcome of this victory or defeat was predictable.

Sure enough, before Mrs. Huo Qi's whistle blew, the Malfoy player jumped right in.

Before the curses from Gryffindor could be heard, the Potter player immediately launched into action as soon as the whistle blew.

With such a fast speed, he had caught up with the opponent in the blink of an eye.

"Oh~" Vincent sighed loudly with regret on his face, "I'm afraid Player Malfoy will just have to follow behind and eat the dust!"

Hermione gave him a pair of eye rolls.

Seamus and Dean were particularly excited.

"At this level, can a Muggle fighter fight behind him?"

"Of course not." Vincent stretched out his right thumb and index finger to make a small gap.

"The gap between them is like the gap between us and Professor Dumbledore."

"Wow!" Neville grinned from ear to ear in surprise, "So Malfoy is bragging?"

"It's obvious." Seeing Harry flying back across the finish line, Ron looked even more excited than if he had won.

"So why did you only make a small gap?" Alfred discovered the blind spot.

"That's because-" Vincent paused, pretending to be serious and said: "I want to sell it off first."

A large number of rewards came one after another.

There are no exceptions, they are all blank stares.

Even Mrs. Huo Qi turned back and rolled her eyes.

After Draco flew back with a blue face, he heard the mean laughter from Gryffindor.

He lost to Vincent in a wizard duel, and lost to Harry in a flying duel.

But he was not discouraged, and even thought about winning the game back.

In any way?

He really doesn't believe there is an almighty person in the world.

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At the same time, Quirrell quietly slipped out of the castle.

Wearing a black cloak, he walked into the Forbidden Forest, looking back and forth as if looking for something.

Dumbledore's magic could not stop him, nor could the Acromantula, which attacked inexplicably.

"Quirinas, one troll is not enough to cause a commotion—"

The alder wand pointed lightly at the oncoming centaur.

"Master, I know what to do."

Quirrell came to a very remote forest and found a palm-sized giant with gray skin under a tree hole.

"Ah - little bean-brained idiot."

He held the troll in his hand and said, "You won't be lonely tonight."

"Hmph hum-"

He nodded seriously as if he understood the noise made by the troll.

"Your task is to guard the stairs and not let anyone else pass except me."

"Hmph hum-"

This shrunken giant monster should have been trained in human language.

The way it excitedly raised the small wooden stick in its hand seemed to express its excitement.

Under Quirrell's cloak, his eyes glanced around.

There are many magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, but basically none of them have very strong combat capabilities.

"Quirinas, use the horned camel beast in the mountain——"

"But Master, it is the descendant of the last pair of horned beasts in the magic world."

"Newt Scamander?

It was not him who defeated Grindelwald, but Dumbledore."

"I understand, Master." Quirrell headed towards the deepest part of the Forbidden Forest.

Voldemort is resurrected, will he still be afraid of Dumbledore?

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