This Hogwarts is not normal

Lunch break the next day.

All the members of the Black Swan Club are here.

As soon as Pusey, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was pushed in, he saw Higgs with an innocent face.

If this man hadn't cast an iron armor spell yesterday, his waist wouldn't have been injured like this.

Higgs is quite innocent.

If he hadn't blocked it, he would be the one in the wheelchair now.

"Huh!" Pousse snorted coldly and pushed himself in.

Several boys inside were injured more seriously than the last.

Draco's hand was less swollen, but still larger than usual;

Marcus was not crying or having runny nose, but the black and red circles under his eyes could prove that he had a poor sleep quality last night;

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In addition to the red marks on Brace's face, there was also a layer of dull green.

Crabbe and Goyle were in the worst condition when they were standing. Their entire faces were slightly swollen, and their skin still had a faint green glow.

As survivors, Pansy and Daphne finally understood why Draco couldn't deal with Vincent.

His technique is watertight and every action takes very little time.

Moreover, last night, the Headmaster of the house stayed on patrol at night and caught Blaise as he was going to the Gryffindor dormitory to find a place.

Marcus drank hot tea and rinsed his mouth, "Isn't it surprising that Wayne can cast the Disguise Curse? The problem is those weird little balls."

It can both stain and cause pustules, and has the terrible effect of swelling at the touch of a touch.

When he mentioned this, Draco's eyes began to blur.

He has experienced all these things.

It started with the original Big Dung Egg;

Then there was the spray of perfume that caused boils;

Then came the choking soap that emitted smoke when exposed to water;

Finally, it is a powder that is difficult to fade even if it is rubbed into the skin.

Now every item has been upgraded, not to mention the addition of smoke that can swell into pig's trotters.

"Those tricky props are not the point."

Draco propped his chin up with his hoof, "Even Professor Snape can't catch Wayne. This guy is more elusive than a ghost."

Brace's knife is so stupid, it's like a paper lake.

"Huh - ghost?" Pansy sneered, "Bloody Barrow can freely enter and leave the girls' dormitory, can he do it?"

There is a question mark as to whether Vincent is a gentleman, but he does have areas that he cannot get in and out of.

"You mean..." Daphne looked very surprised.

If a boy can’t do it, what if it’s a girl?

According to a historically unreliable newspaper, the Wayne family has been a traditional old gentleman for generations.

An extremely ferocious laugh broke out from Pansy's mouth, "We have to change our target, one that is the weakest and most incompetent."

"Longbottom!" Blaise also laughed ferociously.

How on earth should a girl who bullied a little lion get revenge?

"Ho ho ho ho—" the two of them laughed like old bats.

Draco swept away the gloom on his face and said, "Longbottom is Wayne's roommate. This is just the beginning."

The Black Swan Club is filled with joy again.

The Court of Owls is happier here.

According to some gossip, the injuries of those students who took leave in the morning were worse than the last.

"Qiu, are you really not interested in Wayne?" Marietta's two big eyes were always staring at the figure sweating on the ring.

"We are just ordinary friends." Qiu's eyes never left the "Introduction to Piano" in her hands.

"Then I--let's forget it."

Harry at the next table breathed a sigh of relief again.

"What's happened to you recently?" Ron pulled out a Sorting Hat, "Are you interested in musical instruments?"

"Ah - yes." Harry hurriedly turned over one of his cards.

"It's Dumbledore again!" Ron admitted defeat directly.

He shouldn't have used the Sorting Hat, a magic card that forces a card to turn over, otherwise his mentality would not explode in this game.

"Harry, your luck is almost as good as Vincent's."

The founder of Gwent, his poker luck has become so strong that no one dares to challenge him.

As long as two little field mouse cards are drawn, there is no need to play sandbags alone in the ring.

"Ron, do you still want to continue?"

"I decided to change my opponent."

Ron turned to look at Neville, who was watching the twins playing cards, "Hey, do you want a hand of Gwent?"

"OK."

Neville's poker luck has always been very poor, so bad that even when he wins, he doesn't feel the joy of victory.

Harry was wandering around the activity room with nothing to do.

I feel embarrassed to talk to Qiu;

Boxing with Vincent is too boring;

I don’t have the intention to play cards with others.

He thought about it and finally decided to go find Hermione.

Among the girls in the entire college, she is the one who knows her best.

"Music theory knowledge?" Hermione said with astonishment on her face: "Do you really think I can do everything?"

"They all call you Miss Know-It-All." Harry scratched his little face in embarrassment, "The elementary school I went to was terrible. Even the teachers were often late."

"Okay, I only know a little bit." Hermione tore out a blank page from the notebook that was almost full of notes.

"This is the phonetic symbol, this is the musical notation..." she explained while drawing.

Harry was trying to remember the tadpoles.

Vincent jumped down from the ring and took a sip of warm water on the table next to him.

There are more students coming to the activity room now, and everyone can find something that interests them.

Needless to say, I don't need to say much about playing cards. There is a ban on feeding the girls. They are either gossiping or playing with each other.

Of course, there are also many who love learning, such as Hermione and Harry.

Wait, Harry?

Vincent looked back again.

Oh, it turns out I’m studying music.

He looked towards Qiu.

As someone who has experienced it, he can understand this shyness.

"What are you looking at?" Cedric, who had just come over from get out of class, put his hand on his shoulder.

"I'm looking at a little boy who doesn't dare to confess his feelings."

Cedric followed his gaze and saw that it was Hermione who was teaching seriously and Harry who was learning humbly.

"Don't say - well, I misunderstood them."

Vincent stopped staring at him and asked, "Why are you, a rare visitor, here?"

"I heard what happened last night."

"Fred and George?"

"That's right." Cedric stepped forward cautiously, "Although I shouldn't get involved, you can come to me and Rolf if you need anything."

"real?"

"real."

The Black Swan Club belongs to the elite, while the Court of Owls is quite intimate.

"Gugu is a little lonely, I plan to-"

"Stop, I'm going back first."

Small animals generally attract girls, and girls can definitely attract boys.

But not everyone in Hogwarts Castle has Rolf's "passing by" talent.

If the incident in the Forbidden Forest comes to light, Cedric's little head may be filled with blame.

"Aren't you worried about getting points deducted?"

"We already have 1,000 points."

"Snape will never give up."

"He probably hasn't been thinking about it lately."

Old Bat has set his sights on Vincent, which is a gratifying and good thing.

Cedric pouted, "You might as well put in some Muggle fashion magazines."

"That's right!" Vincent glanced at Hermione, "You really understand girls, little girl~"

"Don't call it that name!" He immediately glared at Fred and George who named them.

These two men, who were afraid of chaos in the world, gave each of them nicknames.

Cedric the Butterboy,

Miss Know-it-all Hermione,

Little Cute Expert Rolf,

Good Luck Mr. Vincent.

In a sense, these aliases are quite reasonable.

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