This Hogwarts is not normal

As an experienced professor, how could Snape fail in class?

Vincent pretended to shake a few times, and the little lions all clapped their little hands enthusiastically.

Neville didn't understand why this was happening, so he asked James next to him in a low voice.

"Whether it's intentional or not, as long as you make a mistake, it's a professor bullying a student."

"So that's it." Neville also clapped his little hands.

And the more I shoot, the more enthusiastic I become.

"Quiet!" Snape turned around and glared. When he came back, he found that there was only a small dot left on the Iron Armor Curse on the opposite side.

He put away the wand with a dark face, "Okay, get down!"

Vincent raised his proud little face and sat back under Draco's constipated expression.

The embarrassment is over, but I still feel very uncomfortable.

Snape pointed his wand at the podium in the corner of the classroom and used magic to pull it in front of him.

"Based on the Iron Armor spell demonstrated by Wayne just now, everyone is divided into two groups to practice freely."

Harry lowered his head as if he had a premonition of something.

"Potter, you attack!"

Draco laughed inwardly.

"Malfoy, you defend!"

The two people standing in the aisle tried their best.

It's not that I don't want to increase the range of the Iron Armor Curse, but it's just that no matter how hard I try, it's only about the size of a finger.

Of course Harry hit, but he hit someone.

Draco who fell to the ground must have done it on purpose.

"Next group, Longbottom defends!"

Snape's eyes flickered between Blaise and Theodore.

"Zabini attacks!"

Neville doesn't know the Iron Armor Curse at all.

But this still made Brees complacent after the victory.

"Granger defense -

Parkinson’s Attack!”

Hermione cast an Iron Armor Charm the size of a fist.

She can actually make the scope larger.

"Expelliarmus!"

Although Pansy's disarming spell wasn't very good, it was still effective.

With a "pop" sound, Hermione waved her hand and bounced it to the ceiling.

Pansy, who didn't believe in evil, fired another shot.

Dust fell from the ceiling and fell on Snape's black robes.

"Next group!"

Under the guise of practicing, he finally saw several scenes that could soothe his mood.

Especially Ron, who couldn't cast the disarming spell, and his little face that was gasping for breath instantly wiped away the bad mood just now.

Generally speaking, there is a winner and loser, and the final result can only depend on the last two.

Vincent put his wand directly on the desk, stood up and looked at Theodore who was facing an enemy.

Snape was very satisfied with his performance.

Even if he picks up the wand, he will ask to put it down.

You can lose face, but you can't be embarrassed.

Even standing with his bare hands, Vincent was extremely intimidating in Theodore's eyes.

Draco, one of the few friends he had, had been on the run from the train until now.

"Expelliarmus!"

The outcome is actually already determined.

Vincent turned sideways to avoid the disarming spell and took a step forward.

Theodore hurriedly cast it again.

One step closer.

Snape had given up all hope.

A wizard who can fight is not scary. What is scary is that this wizard has magical talent and a very flexible mind.

Theodore, who was lying on his back on the floor, was in the same mood as Draco before.

If all Muggle-born wizards learn to fight, what will pure-blood wizards like them do in the future?

Suppress, must suppress!

But he knew it was too late.

After class, the tables in the Black Swan Club were finally full.

"Welcome aboard, Theodore."

"Only temporary."

Draco didn't care about his attitude, "Since we are all partners of Black Swan, let's listen to our plan first."

The more Theodore listened, the more he felt that he had a chance to win.

If Dumbledore is not at school and "Vincent" is causing trouble everywhere, even being a candidate for the Order of Merlin will be useless.

"My father has confirmed this a few days ago."

Draco was full of high spirits, "He will take the opportunity to become the school's largest director, and then immediately appoint a new principal."

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The choice is of course Snape.

Even if it is temporary, with his attitude towards Vincent, there is a high probability that he will be kicked out of the school directly.

By then, the Court of Owls will be like a piece of scattered sand. If Dumbledore recruits people back, Black Swan will have already absorbed almost all its members.

"And Gwent." Blaise smiled sinisterly, "Such a profitable project can only belong to us."

Marcus grinned widely, "I'm going to tear down the shabby arena in their activity room."

Pansy screamed, "After kicking Wayne away, Granger will be next!"

Daphne's little face looked a little excited.

Pure-blood wizards are pure-blood wizards after all, and those born from Muggles are completely inferior.

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The next morning, Potions class.

Snape stared at Vincent as always.

But his hand is very steady and cannot be shaken by words or external interference.

"Wayne, your valerian was put out too early."

"No, Professor."

The pink mist covered Snape's face.

His nose moved slightly, "Wayne, your crucible is going to burn through."

Vincent put the spoon directly in, "I think it can still hold on."

After stirring clockwise for seven times, the sleeping potion is just one step away.

"Professor, I should be able to use a wand, right?"

Snape shook his robe lightly, "What do you think?"

With a gentle wave of the alder wand, Vincent was the first to complete the production.

"Potter, be serious!"

Harry felt extremely wronged.

It was obvious that the professor was too shameless, so he was distracted and took a look.

Look at this potion, there is nothing abnormal at all.

Snape walked straight over, his big face almost touching the edge of the cauldron.

"You didn't grind the lavender thoroughly enough. The particles are big enough to murder anyone."

Ron, who was standing next to him, took a closer look and immediately understood that this was a naked attack.

"Professor, no matter how serious you are -"

"You dare to refute?"

"Don't dare, don't dare." Harry turned off the fire and started over again as if he was resigned to his fate.

Whether Snape was watching Vincent or not, he would definitely not let him go.

This is true love - bah!

Harry was unable to rush out the second sleeping potion until the end of get out of class.

"Potter, come to the office with me!"

The little lions are praying that he will be safe and sound.

"And Wayne!"

Vincent was wondering when Snape handed over a paper from last week.

That big "T" made Draco very happy.

"Professor, are you sure your hands are not shaking?"

"No."

As soon as Vincent looked at the name column, Snape knew what was going to happen.

"This isn't yours?"

"it's me--"

"It's not yours!"

Snape grabbed the paper, not giving him any chance to read it.

"you can go now."

In Harry's envious eyes, Vincent walked out of the Potions classroom with his head held high.

Draco, who had a stiff face, was very confused.

Why did he suddenly change his tune before he could mock her?

Snape had no intention of explaining, and carried Harry out of the classroom.

The magic rune "?" on the paper is far more than just a name.

Again:

You can lose face, but you can't be embarrassed.

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