This Hogwarts is not normal

As a Gryffindor student, Vincent fit into Slytherin perfectly.

Whether it's the intriguing expression on his face or his lazy body movements, he is more like a villain than the others at the table.

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Draco was angry, but didn't explode.

"You've torn down my door, Wayne."

"so what?"

"Let's clear things up."

Vincent's smile grew wider, "I didn't even say I would come back with revenge.

I just want to see your plan B."

Blaise glanced behind him.

Nearly twenty people can't be dealt with. What about all the people here?

"Of course there is a plan B." He threw a small cloth bag on the table contemptuously. "If you think it's not enough, you can just make a price."

Not only Draco frowned, but Daphne did the same.

This method, which is not very harmful but highly insulting, is really childish to the point of being childish.

If gold galleons were useful, none of them would be sitting here.

Vincent put his right hand on the table without looking at the small bag, "The price of attacking a nominee for the Order of Merlin is beyond your imagination."

"Who attacked you?" Blaise looked calm, "Wayne, where's the evidence?"

The means are despicable and they deny everything afterwards.

Compared to Draco, he lacks a sense of dignity and is even more spoiled.

"No." Vincent tapped his fingertips on the table, "Do you think I need these?"

If it cannot be elevated to the level of a campus incident, then it is simply a personal grudge.

But these knocking sounds also hit Draco's heart.

"Wayne, what do you want to do?"

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

When Harry outside heard these words, the blood in his body seemed to boil.

Blaise swept his right hand and dropped the antique teacup in front of him on the marble floor.

"Don't be too arrogant, Wayne!"

Vincent ignored him completely and focused on Draco.

"Remember to always be vigilant and never slack off."

He stood up and pushed his chair back.

"bring it on!"

Except for Blaise's roar, the rest were silent as if facing a powerful enemy.

Draco was careless and didn't expect it to be so violent.

Judging from the fact that he was unscathed, the previous pranks were probably just pranks.

"Goodbye, everyone." Vincent walked out slowly, leaving them with an incomprehensible figure.

"Oh, arrogant!" Blaise's fists were clenched until his knuckles turned white.

"The first strike is the strongest, and we will start the second action tonight!"

He seemed to be using anger to cover up his inner uneasiness.

Draco could tell, "Wayne is not a lone ranger, and we don't have much time left."

"You mean..." Pansy sneered and looked at the little lions surrounding Vincent like stars over the moon.

"There is only one Wayne in Gryffindor."

Marcus grinned widely, "If he thinks it's a personal grudge, then we'll make it happen!"

A trace of confusion flashed across Daphne's face.

Her intuition told her that the consequences of doing so would be serious.

Being able to force the newly established Black Swan Club to do whatever it takes is a disguised recognition of Vincent's excellence.

If you are not a Muggle, even if you are half-blood...

She shook her head quickly and looked at the ceiling with a somewhat hollow look in her eyes.

The Greengrass family has only two daughters in this generation, and the younger sister, who is two years younger, was born with the blood curse inherited from her ancestors.

This curse, which only manifests itself in women, will make the body gradually weaken over time. There are not a few family members in history who died prematurely because of this.

The responsibility of continuing the pure bloodline of Greengrass can only be placed on her as her sister.

"Daphne, what are you thinking about?"

Pansy touched her arm lightly.

"No."

Since the future is destined, cherish the present.

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Court of Owls Club.

Vincent was not complacent about being treated like a hero.

He knew the character of the people opposite him.

If you don't get a good deal here, you will definitely choose another entry point.

"Are you worried about us?" Hermione guessed.

"If it's Fred and George, they should be fine."

Vincent looked towards Harry and Ron who were playing sandbags.

If I remember correctly, Dumbledore would give him an invisibility cloak for Christmas.

With such a night travel artifact, even Neville would dare to sneak out of the dormitory.

"We have the Fat Lady as the gatekeeper. As long as we don't go out, we have absolute safety."

Slytherin claimed that the dormitory that had not allowed outsiders to enter in the past 700 years did not have such a dedicated gatekeeper who always visited the door in the middle of the night.

"Ah~ isn't this President Wayne who kicked the Blackbird Club away?" The twins who had just finished class had already received the news.

To sum it up in one sentence: What a relief!

Vincent nodded in acquiescence, "Did you see Higgs and Pousse in the stairwell when you just came up?"

Fred and George recalled it carefully, then both shook their heads at the same time.

"The finishing work was done well." He briefly recounted what had just happened.

Being able to solve them is not a problem, the key is blocking people up and downstairs.

"It's so rough, it doesn't look like Malfoy did it."

"He is using Zabini." Vincent also told the story about the Black Swan Club.

"Eh~" Fred rubbed his shoulders with his hands in a funny way, "These people are really disgusting."

"Stop talking, I'm about to vomit out yesterday's dinner~" George echoed.

Slytherin seems to be united, but it is because of this that it is easy for people to feel uncomfortable.

Hermione pursed her lips, "Why are they so obsessed with blood?"

Fred explained to her, "How can there be a literal pure-blood wizard now..."

Whether Black, who claims to be eternally pure, or Gaunt, who is paranoid enough to intermarry, they all have more or less Muggle blood flowing through them.

Even the Big Four of Hogwarts in the Middle Ages found it difficult to prove the purity of their wizarding bloodlines.

"Pure-blood supremacists—"

Vincent concluded with a disdainful look, "To put it bluntly, this is just an excuse to protect his status from being shaken."

The magical world still maintains conservative and pedantic class concepts ideologically.

Although there are Muggles too, the powerful don't dare to show it nakedly like them.

"This is so unfair." Hermione shook her head helplessly.

Wizards can change the memories of Muggles at will, not so much to hide the existence of the magical world, but rather to fear those powerful weapons.

She looked at Vincent, "Your family is not familiar with the Queen, right?"

"What do you think?" He twitched at the corner of his eye, "My father was not from the Royal Navy, and my grandfather only went to the colonies to do business.

Even if they know the queen, is it possible that they can still get mushroom bombs?"

The Prime Minister of the Great Empire is not stupid. Members of the royal family who want to grow mushrooms must obtain approval from Congress.

"That's right." Hermione patted her chest with her little hand.

If the Wayne family really had such strength, the Daily Prophet would have boasted that they were the world's largest arms dealers.

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