This Hogwarts is not normal

There are many fighting styles, some are simple and some are very complex.

For example, a family that once ravaged the town of Birmingham and sewed blades into the brim of their hats used the street style.

They don't follow routines and will habitually carry weapons with them.

Even if you are just holding a wooden stick, don't underestimate this group of people.

The "Mengquanruo" in their hearts is stronger than some Muay Thai practitioners.

"How come you are so familiar with these gangs?"

"My great-grandfather was in a gang and he quit after my grandfather was born."

Hermione nodded as if she suddenly understood, "No wonder you always have so many weird ideas."

Vincent twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, "He is not a bad person. My grandfather said that he was also forced by life."

In the last century, China's total industrial output ranked first, and by the end of the century, it had continued to do so until now.

In his great-grandfather's time, there was even a strike wave involving nearly two million people.

Joining gangs became the only way out for British gentlemen at that time.

"Uh-" Hermione felt a little guilty when he saw her.

She wasn't sure if anyone in her family had ever been in a gang. After all, it was all eighty years ago.

"Then what genre are you from?"

"Me? I don't have a school."

"ah???"

Vincent was very satisfied with her surprised expression, "My father learned some simple and practical fighting skills in the army. As you can see, the ones I use are not very flashy."

"Like Taekwondo?"

"yes."

Inside the East Asian monster room lives a huge country in the universe, where everyone is extremely confident and loves to show off their "traditions".

America picked up the leftover ham and cheese from the soldiers and added some of her own "traditional food" to make it the so-called "military hot pot".

The Ming Dynasty costumes of the only major country in the East were slightly modified, and they directly dominated the name of this clothing type.

What's a bit ridiculous is that the spirit of Taekwondo is etiquette, shame, patience, self-denial, and perseverance.

After hearing this, Hermione didn't have a good impression of this country.

A typical person is very addicted to food. I guess he can have a 50-50 split with his golden retriever classmates.

"Ah!" Draco sneezed four or five times in the dormitory.

Winter is here, and the temperature in this dungeon can actually drop below zero?

He stretched out his hand and tapped the large glass that could see the bottom of the black lake.

The ugly mermaid outside swam over.

"Muggle lake water is waste!"

Look at the black lake outside. It's not even frozen at such a low temperature.

"Draco, they are having a party in the Great Hall." Crabbe was wearing short sleeves and wiping his wet hair with a towel.

"Not interested." Draco didn't care about the clothes of the two followers.

Isn't it strange that you have such a body type and a good physique?

"Our lunch..."

"Will you die if you skip one meal?"

"I heard that they got Dumbledore's approval slip and can wait until night."

"Idiot!" Draco's expression quickly returned to normal, "I have to go to you. I'm not interested in the party held by Wayne."

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"Oh." Crabbe took a set of clothes and went back to the shower room to find Goyle who had forgotten his clothes.

It’s just two meals, and I won’t starve to death.

There are actually quite a few Slytherin students in the auditorium.

There are pure-bloods and mixed-bloods, but there are no members of the Twenty-Eight Holy Families.

Crabbe and Goyle's brains were shut down.

Just leave after eating, why sit down and play cards?

It doesn't matter if you play cards, the key is Gwent.

"This is slandering the enemy!" Gower opened his mouth and tore off a large piece of mutton leg.

"That's right!" Crabbe swallowed the game pie in his mouth, "No, Wayne and the others can do it, why can't we do it?"

"Yes, who stipulated that Gwent belongs to them!"

The two well-fed and wise men had just returned to the dormitory when they came up with this idea that would have a fatal blow to the Court of Owls.

"Idiot, do you think it can be released without Dumbledore's consent?"

"Ah, this -" Goyle scratched his big head, "Draco, isn't your family very well-connected?"

"That's in the British Isles!"

Crabbe belatedly patted his forehead, "Yes, Wayne's Gwent card is obviously more than just Hogwarts and Fantastic Beasts."

Draco looked like he was an idiot.

"Excluding Dumbledore's magical power and international reputation, the rest is basically not as strong as our Malfoy family."

"That's right!" Gore raised his head fiercely, "Those meals were cooked by Hufflepuff students, and Gryffindors were only responsible for serving the plates."

Draco thought he would have some great opinions, but when he heard this, he immediately became angry.

"I dont go!"

"oh."

The boys are also reluctant to go, as are Marcus and Blaise, two fellow sufferers.

The former had just lost face, and the latter's golden light had only faded for a long time.

Oh, and there was tall, lanky Theodore Nott.

He was a lone wolf in Slytherin, never forming cliques or joining in the fun.

Like Draco, his father was a Death Eater.

He is also one of the earliest veterans.

Cantanklus Nott, who authored the "Pure Blood Directory" decades ago, was his grandfather's biological brother.

Such a distinguished young master could only sit in the dormitory and eat bread.

But at least he had something to eat, unlike Draco who was hungry until the sun went down.

"Gu——"

Crabbe and Goyle stood up as if they had been called.

"We'll bring something back."

"Need not."

For such a stubborn and willful young master, no wonder he feels that the temperature in this dungeon has reached below zero.

"Quickly disappear before my eyes——" Draco said weakly.

"oh."

Crabbe and Goyle left without looking back.

If you don't eat more, how can you have a good body to protect this thin young master?

Reasonable and convincing.

They came to the auditorium again and found two little girls sitting at the long table, wearing long cloaks.

"Why do they look so familiar?"

"It's Parkinson and Greengrass!"

As a pureblood, it's okay to not lead by example, but he actually covered his face tightly.

"They are betraying!" Crabbe was so angry that he stuffed the whole pork chop into his mouth.

Goyle cut into a large meat pie with a look of sorrow and indignation on his face.

"No wonder neither of them has achieved this. This level of determination cannot be compared with Draco's!"

After the two people who shared the same hatred and quarrels finished eating, they didn't even plan to take the dessert back.

Draco was already exhausted from hunger. Hearing the two men's accusations with glowing faces, Draco slapped the bedside and sat up.

"damn it!"

He put on his high-end wool slippers and ran out of the dormitory.

Crabbe and Goyle were left staring at each other.

"Should we go and denounce them?"

"very possible."

However, the place Draco went to was not the girls' dormitory, but the auditorium where the party was still being held.

Thank God, there is still food.

The way he was gobbling it up had nothing to do with elegance.

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