This Hogwarts is not normal

Draco, whose skin was all red from rubbing, took his two younger brothers with him, walked out of the dormitory and went straight to a club activity room on the fifth floor.

His ferocious smile was particularly charming, "Wayne, come out!"

Harry and Ron, who were playing cards, looked over and couldn't help bursting into laughter.

Behind this pink little face, there is definitely a rather sad story.

Thinking of Vincent saying he wanted to reason with him last night, Harry fell off his chair with laughter.

"Butter!" Draco's face turned even redder.

"Come in and try!" Ron blocked the door with a lunge, clenching his hands into a fighting stance, "This is the Court of Owls Club!"

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"Get away, you red-haired dead skunk!"

Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward, twisting their necks with slight disdain in their eyes.

As long as they are not facing Vincent, they can confidently defeat any student.

"Wow~" Fred and George both put down the cards in their hands and happily picked up a plate of Dumbledore's same candies.

"Ah——" Ron screamed strangely and grabbed Goyle's big hand.

The joints of the human body are all fragile and can dislocate with just a slight twist.

"Ouch——" Hearing this heart-rending cry of pain, Crabbe subconsciously left the activity room.

"Idiot, he's just a human!" Draco kicked him back.

This activity room is full of card players, but few are serious about learning fighting.

On the ring in the corner, Vincent took a quick look at it from a distance and then continued to punch sandbags.

He believes that when the novelty of Gwent wears off, many people will come to him to learn how to fight.

"Fuck, Weasley!" Crabbe's fist hit Ron who refused to let go.

Gao Er endured the pain and slapped him hard with his left hand that was not hanging down.

This slap missed Ron, but he kicked him in the knee instead.

"Ouch——" There was another extremely sad sound.

Crabbe suddenly strode forward at this moment.

He hugged Ron and tightened his grip with both hands.

Hermione on the side of the ring was a little anxious, "Are you just watching?"

Vincent glanced over and saw Harry rushing forward.

"Although we caused the trouble, this is a good opportunity for publicity."

"I have a vague idea of ​​what you are going to do in the future."

He didn't feel guilty at all, "Everyone has to have a dream. What if it comes true?"

Hermione turned her head away, "So, what is your dream?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Vincent clenched his fists and knocked the entire sandbag away.

“Be a superhero who punishes evil and promotes good?

The Dark Lord sounds pretty good too."

With Harry's help, Ron quickly broke free.

"Not bad?" Hermione's pupils focused on Goyle who fell to the ground.

"Gellert Grindelwald is imprisoned in Nurmengard. That man will be imprisoned in Azkaban sooner or later."

"That person?" Vincent jumped off the ring, "Oh, you're talking about Voldemort, right?"

Hermione looked a little frustrated, "I don't have the courage to say even one syllable every time."

"Just use your real name instead." He picked up the sandbag, "Tom without a nose, Tom without hair, Tom without a body..."

After hearing these dozen nicknames, her fear of Voldemort gradually diminished.

Vincent looked toward the door.

The two inexperienced people could only keep dodging Crabbe's big hands.

"Break his fingers!"

Harry received the prompt and held Crabbe's fist.

There was a "pop" sound, and the fleshy index finger was almost broken to the back of the hand.

Ron took the opportunity to hit Crabbe's chin with his head.

"Ouch——"

Draco kicked the two younger brothers back again.

As proud as he is, he cannot deny the benefits of fighting at this time.

"Malfoy, do you plan to hide behind this for the rest of your life?"

Listening to Ron's provocation, Draco certainly couldn't bear it.

But the group of card players with unkind eyes inside, and the two young men who retreated in front of him three times, can all prove the true level of the Court of Owls Club.

But impulsiveness is not advisable.

"Wayne, I know you did it!"

Vincent, who was far away, raised his finger at him, "Since we can't beat him, do you want to join in?"

With such an insincere invitation, Draco blushed and sneered, "Are you worthy of comparing yourself to me?"

"I invited you."

Vincent flicked his left hand, "If you don't leave, I will drive them away."

"Wayne!" Draco bit his lower lip and suddenly turned around calmly.

"Wait and see, my club will definitely be better than yours!"

He left, feeling quite aggrieved.

"President Wayne is mighty!" the twins took the lead in cheering.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, both seeing unconcealable joy.

Although the process was still a bit embarrassing, using his skills to defeat two tall opponents truly proved his progress.

"Keep moving!" Vincent hung the sandbag back on the ring.

He had a rough idea of ​​what Draco's club would be like.

Relying on the power of the fathers to win over outstanding students of all grades is a traditional "elite" route.

The Court of Owls has no threshold at all, even if Slytherin students join.

Like Dumbledore, he relied on his own abilities and charisma.

Although it is not very clear, Draco and even the entire Malfoy family are probably relying on profit and resource exchange.

"Tightrope walker and wallflower..." Vincent slightly increased the intensity of his punches.

Among pure-blood wizards, they are probably the only ones who dare to play this trick.

"You mean the Malfoys?"

"That's right." He stopped the sandbag he was throwing.

Hermione, who was deep in thought, suddenly had a bold idea.

Vincent used to be indifferent to the club's affairs, but now he is worried about all aspects.

Those Gwent cards he tried out were all gold galleons he had earned from reselling the Acromantula.

"Do you really want to reform the wizarding world?"

She didn't get an answer, only a rather calm look in her eyes.

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Monday morning.

A large flock of owls poured into the auditorium carrying newspapers.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor versus Hogwarts Freshman?"

Neville looked at Vincent cautiously.

"What's wrong?"

"You made the headlines."

"oh."

After more than a week of torture, it seemed that Quirrell was really crazy.

The moment Hermione saw the title, she covered her mouth as if realizing something.

The Ministry of Magic once again tried to cover up the situation, which she thought was a stupid move.

Voldemort will come back one day, and there will eventually be a price to pay for turning one's back on others.

"The star of hope in the wizarding world?" Draco at the next table said in a very sarcastic tone.

"Isn't it great to take down a crappy professor who teaches a crappy defense class?"

"You fart!"

"You're jealous, right? Do you dare to go out for a duel?"

"No matter how bitter you are, you still don't have the ability!"

The Gryffindor table erupted into curses.

Vincent stood up calmly, "It's really nothing special, he's just an idiot who can only use the killing curse."

The entire auditorium fell into silence for an instant.

Today's Daily Prophet did not disclose the relevant details, but said that the matter of the Order of Merlin is being discussed.

If Quirrell is really Professor Ragged, there is no need for the Ministry of Magic to make such a fuss.

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