This Hogwarts is not normal

Owl and black swan,

Vincent and Draco.

The two clubs are directly opposite each other, and it is obvious that they are competing against each other.

The Black Swan Club has a large group of students from excellent family backgrounds.

Blaise Zabini, who is as famous as Harry and Vincent, is a tall boy with dark skin and slightly slanted brown eyes.

Like Draco and Pansy, he is a first-year Slytherin student.

"Vincent Wayne is just a clown created by the Ministry of Magic."

Blaise raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's just a loser like Quirrell, who acts like he defeated some Dark Lord."

The beautiful girl with long dark blond hair next to him teased: "Are you too conceited, Zabini?"

"What's the problem, Greengrass?"

"No." The girl looked at Pansy, as if she was asking something with her eyes.

"Wayne is indeed a clown." Pansy returned a reassuring look, "But you can't deny the fact that we lose to him every time, right, Blaise?"

"That's because you lack my advice."

As the president of the guild, Draco didn't mind his presumption.

Madame Zabini is a very beautiful witch.

However, such external conditions can easily lead to misfortune.

Each of her husbands would leave a large inheritance to her mother and son, and then pass away for various reasons.

If it weren't for something so bizarre that I wouldn't even dare to write a novel, the title of femme fatale would never escape her.

By the time he entered school, Brace had just welcomed his seventh stepfather.

"Brace, do you have any suggestions?"

Even if his wealth was comparable to his own, Draco's pride had not completely subsided.

Killing someone with a borrowed knife is an old Malfoy tradition.

"We need to fight back."

Prefect Marcus grinned widely, "Zabini, are you going to sneak attack Wayne?"

Blaise slapped his wand on the table, "What about the sneak attack? We must bring him down at all costs."

There are thousands of school rules, but the first one is not discovered.

Unlike Draco's arrogance, he was openly flouting the rules.

"Conceited, too conceited." The girl just now shook her head at Pansy, "Zabini, Wayne is not simple at all."

"So what?" Blaise lazily leaned back in his chair, "Kill him completely, and Gryffindor will no longer listen to his words."

The method is a bit simple and crude, but it is better than being straightforward.

No matter how strong the first-year wizard is, can he still win in a group fight?

Even if you win, can you remain unscathed?

One small time every two days and one big time every seven days. I don’t believe it will be safe every time.

"You have to hope that we can get it done as soon as possible." The girl's small hand caressed the antique teacup filled with hot tea. "As time goes by, it will only make them more united."

"Of course I know." Blaise leaned forward as if he was sure, "Daphne Greengrass."

Pansy felt a little sorry.

The reason why Daphne looks down on Blaise, who will inherit a lot of wealth in the future, is probably because he can't even cast the disarming spell.

Coupled with an extremely conceited character, no matter how noble the bloodline is, it is not a good choice.

They have known each other since childhood, and compared to Pansy's emphasis on family background, Daphne values ​​her own abilities more.

Draco, who smiled and said nothing, saw that his goal had been achieved, so he got up and left the Black Swan Club.

Whether he succeeds or fails, he can be alone.

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On Wednesday afternoon, Gryffindor's first-year students had no class.

"Are you going to training again, Vincent?"

"Not going today."

Neville nodded, "I really envy you for having the courage to refuse Wood."

"He's actually quite easy to talk to." Vincent pushed open the castle door, "As long as you behave well enough."

It was so difficult that even Harry, who was recognized as having excellent flying talent, couldn't complete it, and everyone else could only think about it.

"When will you come back?"

"Before dinner."

Vincent walked out of the castle and headed towards the Forbidden Forest.

In order to study the limits of transfiguration between various types of wood, he asked Dumbledore for a pass yesterday.

Even though he was stared at for a long time, he never showed any signs of weakness.

"Mr. Wayne, don't damage the environment of the Forbidden Forest."

"sure."

Dumbledore's solemn explanation obviously failed to have the desired effect.

Vincent slid around and his pocket was filled with small bottles.

"This amount will be enough to last until Gwent is released..."

As soon as he returned to the castle, he was stared at by several pairs of malicious eyes.

Of course, there are more than just first-year students in the Black Swan Club. Many senior students have joined under Jin Gallon's offensive.

At that time, many people felt that these two clubs were very lucrative. One would never need to pay membership fees, and the other could even get golden galleons.

Some of the other clubs in Hogwarts are about to be killed by these two.

Vincent certainly noticed these looks.

It's just that the intentions of this group of people were so obvious that they almost had the word "assault" written on their faces.

"Neville, help me take these back to the dormitory."

"oh."

Neville took a closer look and found that there were about ten small bottles filled with purple-black liquid.

He shuddered, and when he was about to ask what it was, Vincent had already walked up the marble steps.

"What is this?" Harry and Ron, who had just finished playing cards, were very curious about this.

"I don't know, Vincent asked me to take it back." Neville didn't pay attention to the dozen or so Slytherin students walking up the stairs.

His world is very simple and he doesn't even understand school violence.

"It can't be some kind of venom, right?" Ron quickly put down the small bottle, "This must be used to prank Malfoy and his gang."

He said it so confidently that Harry felt it was very possible.

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Third floor stairwell.

Vincent had long known that someone was following him.

He originally thought that Draco's Black Swan Club would be more sophisticated, but he didn't expect that it would still be the third one.

Match the number of people, the number of heads, and the grade.

Do you have to be bullied in lower grades?

Such a low-end approach inevitably made him feel disappointed.

"Ta-ta-ta--" Rapid footsteps came from upstairs.

Vincent's eyes lit up.

I also know that being surrounded can be regarded as escaping from the category of childishness.

He stood there and stretched out his hand to twist his neck.

If you guessed it correctly, the stairwells on both floors are equipped with magic that cannot transmit sound.

Being blocked here, I'm afraid I won't be able to call for help.

"Don't be shy, let me come and see you." Vincent smiled and drank several bottles of potion.

He had just negotiated a sustainable development cooperation with the cuties, and he still had a lot of growth potion left.

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"Wayne!" The first person to pop up was Adrian Pusey, who came downstairs and suffered a big loss before the Quidditch match.

"Single fight?"

"What do you think?"

Vincent quickly pulled out his wand and said, "The place is a bit narrow, let me clean it up first.

Fluorescence blinding——"

An extremely dazzling white light enveloped the stairwells on the third and fourth floors of the castle.

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