This Hogwarts is not normal

In the past, Lucius acted very generously in order to clear his name.

The news about Voldemort is also very good. There is a small mountain of gold galleons in the small box that is cast with the Traceless Stretching Charm.

As for the so-called donations, they are not even one-third of what is here.

Fudge sat alone in the office until noon before he finally thought of a way to avoid offending anyone.

How much money is spent and how many things are done.

As the director of Hogwarts, Lucius must have wanted to do something while Dumbledore was away.

Christmas was coming in a few days, and he decided to use the holiday time to explain.

Compared with power, Malfoy cherishes his own life more.

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At noon, the long staff table was rarely filled with professors.

It's just that the divination professor, Sybill Traufany, is still not here.

Snape, whose face was extremely expressionless, did not look at Harry.

He was like a precise Muggle satellite, always keeping his eyes fixed on a figure at the Gryffindor table.

Vincent opened his eyes wide and pouted with an innocent face.

This aggrieved little expression made Mag feel much happier.

At the teachers' conference just held by Dumbledore, she decisively supported her students and resolutely denied Snape's various unfounded speculations.

With Flitwick's in-depth analysis, the "outnumbered" Potions Professor had no choice but to give up.

But this was only for the sake of spectacle. He would not let go of Vincent who made a fool of himself last night.

"Why is Snape always staring at you?" Neville, who was sitting next to him, was very frightened.

As long as you raise your head, you will see these big black eyes.

Vincent calmly tapped the plate and summoned the second lunch.

"Too much work pressure may have caused his endocrine disorders."

Harry looked up in horror, "It's great - I mean it's so sad."

He carefully moved his gaze over and found that Snape had never shifted his gaze.

"How on earth did you do that?"

"Secret." Vincent picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth.

Until these few days before the holiday, he planned to be a good baby.

Unless a black swan comes to cause trouble.

It's a pity that no one from Draco, the eldest son, to Theodore, the lone wolf, or Slytherin planned to do anything.

"Daphne, is your sister feeling better?"

She shook her head slightly at Pansy, "It's still the same, always fainting suddenly."

"everything will get better."

"Thank you." Daphne forced a smile.

The curse of the Greengrass family has begun.

There was nothing she could do to help, and she could only hope that her sister would go to Hogwarts in two years and her health would improve.

"Gu——" An owl flew towards the Slytherin table.

Its overall coat color is gray, and its small head has no ear tufts.

"Cuckoo--" A chubby owl took off from the Ravenclaw table and crashed straight into it.

"Piggy!" Draco whined.

He ran towards the owl that fell to the ground and glared at Gu Gu, who was flying around.

"This damn owl, I'm going to stew you sooner or later!"

"Gugu——"

After a long roar, Dumbledore, who was at the staff table, quickly closed the small wooden door for the owl to enter and exit.

There are hundreds of owls hovering outside the castle, most of them are Gu Gu's little brothers.

Draco picked up his owl and looked at Vincent with great resentment.

It is right for an object to resemble its owner.

"Little Pig" is a well-behaved and cute baby, but he was "bullied" just for sending a letter.

Eagle hunting depends on the master!

This is a slap in Draco's face, a slap in the face of the Malfoy family, and a slap in the face of Slytherin.

Snape stood up with a sneer.

After staring at it all morning, I finally got the chance.

Vincent caught the rushing Gu Gu.

"What did you say? It's been sneaking around lately?"

"Gu Gu."

"It's late at night, always holding a letter in your mouth?"

"Gu Gu."

"It does look suspicious."

Dumbledore at the staff table nodded slightly, "Severus, Mr. Wayne translated very accurately."

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"Yes, you are all wizards who can speak owl language."

Snape looked as if he had eaten a fly.

Vincent glanced at the Slytherin table with a pointed look, "Professors, is it reasonable for Gu Gu to doubt it?"

"Very reasonable." Dumbledore looked at Draco with a smile.

He seemed to know something, but also seemed to know nothing.

He is truly an experienced principal!

In these few seconds, Draco's heart was tormented as if a century had passed.

There's a big problem!

Vincent could have sworn by the cuckoo in his arms that besides the polyjuice potion, this little golden retriever was also harboring some other evil tricks.

Of course Dumbledore knew that too.

But he didn't intend to make things clear, "No more, Mr. Wayne."

"Professor, Gu Gu is the owl of Hogwarts."

Only then did the little wizards in the melon field react.

Vincent doesn't have an owl at all, Gugu has always been a voluntary pet.

"Ahem—" Dumbledore was a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Wayne has always performed well and deserves an equally good Owl."

Gu Gu tilted his head.

Vincent rolled his eyes.

If night travel is considered excellent, then eating and drinking together is indeed excellent.

Draco, who was holding the piglet, breathed a sigh of relief.

If it had been known in advance, Dumbledore's investigation would have been terminated.

While he was feeling complacent, Snape sat down with a frown on his face.

Neville below patted his little heart, "Thanks to Merlin, he finally stopped staring at us."

Harry followed the gaze and found that the black eyes above were staring at him again.

This time the target was still Vincent, but he quickly moved away.

Of course Snape wouldn't just let it go.

After spending three days safely, his Defense Against the Dark Arts class came.

"Wayne, come up!"

Vincent curled his lips and walked to the podium reluctantly.

Draco didn't hide the pride on his face.

The polyjuice potion is in very good condition and the hair is well preserved.

His old father had already persuaded Fudge and was about to take Dumbledore back to investigate.

Snape was quiet for a few days, and then he set his sights on Vincent again.

Good things happened one after another, and he almost laughed out loud.

"Wayne, please demonstrate the Iron Armor Curse."

"Okay, Professor."

Draco already had a premonition of what was going to happen next.

"Armor protection——" Vincent's iron armor spell has a very small range, so small that it can barely cover the tip of the staff.

Snape's eyes were cold and he cast a disarming spell very decisively.

The red curse struck the tip of the alder stick, sending out a large number of sparks that looked like electric welding.

Vincent stumbled back a few steps.

Seemingly embarrassed, he immediately clapped his hands and said, "The professor's disarming spell is quite precise and impeccable!"

"Continue." The expressionless Snape felt extremely uncomfortable.

Especially the Iron Armor Curse which saw its range further reduced.

If he accidentally hit someone, it wouldn't be Vincent who would be embarrassed.

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