This Hogwarts is not normal

Amidst the cheers that could easily cover up the boos from Slytherin, Vincent first held the Sorting Hat and politely thanked him.

"It's me who thanks you,

You remind me of many happy memories."

It bends along the crack, as if bowing.

It's a pity that the blushing golden retriever student couldn't see this scene.

He was being lifted up by two followers in a very ungentlemanly manner.

"History? It really broke the history of dropping out of school the fastest!"

Such clamor made the little lions angry.

Fred and George looked at each other secretly, and they both grasped the big dung egg hidden in their school robes with understanding.

Mag at the staff table stared at them from afar.

Seeing that a riot was about to break out in the auditorium, Dumbledore, as the principal, quietly stuffed a candy into his mouth again.

Vincent saw the Sorting Hat being placed, and he stretched out his hand to make a silent gesture, and then winked playfully.

The first step to a successful thigh hug is to get the other person to pay attention to you.

Obviously, Vincent did it.

He put on a smile and gave each of the twins a big hug before they couldn't bear it anymore.

"Don't be impulsive, our plan is tonight."

George whispered in his ear: "See you in the common room in the early morning."

"See you or see you."

Fred came over and said, "When the time comes, we will show you a big baby."

Vincent left with a curious face.

Amid cheers from all around, he walked calmly to where the freshmen were.

The faint boos from the little snakes were ignored as if they were inaudible.

Draco, this little golden retriever, is full of bad things.

It is basically impossible for him to make a fool of himself in public.

"Congratulations, Vincent." Neville stood up excitedly.

"Thank you." He hugged the other person humbly.

"Congratulations." Hermione sat a little indifferently.

She won't be like boys.

Vincent looked a little surprised.

"What?" She raised her chin slightly, "Do you think I will be very unwelcome to you?"

"No." He sat next to Neville.

The twins are right, girls can be unreasonable sometimes.

The Gryffindor table was quiet, and the Slytherin table was particularly prominent.

Draco, who was the center of attention, came down obediently.

The Malfoys are all good at adapting to the changing circumstances.

Dumbledore at the staff table stood up at this time.

"Welcome, welcome all of you to Hogwarts to start the new school year!"

His blue eyes, through his strange half-moon glasses, first glanced in Harry's direction, and then in Vincent's direction.

"Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words.

That is: Idiot! Crying! Residue! Screw it!

thank you all!"

After he sat down, the cheers and applause from the auditorium returned again.

It's just that most of the students were confused and didn't seem to understand the meaning of the sentence just now.

Vincent saw that a lot of food suddenly appeared on the empty plates in front of him, so he picked up the tableware politely.

"Idiot is the inner thought of Ravenclaw House towards outsiders——"

Hermione told Neville her guess: "It's our Gryffindor pair who are crying..."

"Mr. Malfoy shouldn't be crying, right?" Vincent cut off a small piece from the pork chop that was almost full on the plate.

"Slytherins, who are almost all pure-bloods, will of course think that we little wizards from Muggle families are scum."

"You actually know that!" Hermione was so surprised that she could stuff the entire pork chop in her mouth.

"I'm not stupid." Vincent picked up the small pieces of pork chop.

"If Gugu hadn't sent the letter, I should be in the fourth grade at Westminster School now."

"Fourth grade?" Neville also opened his mouth: "You mean..."

"Yes, I skipped a grade." Vincent put a small piece of pork chop into his mouth.

The shock brought by these words made Hermione stupidly close her dislocated jaw with her hands.

Skipping five grades at the age of 11 to enter the fourth grade of middle school?

It’s not surprising that a top student who devotes himself to studying can do it.

Can Vincent, who is tall and strong and has all kinds of devious moves in fights, be able to do this?

Human energy is limited,

Unless it is God,

Study God.

"Vincent Wayne..."

Hermione held her head, thinking hard about this name that had some impression on her before.

"90 years? No..."

She suddenly stood up and slapped the table, pointing at Vincent who was so frightened that he almost threw his fork.

"You actually won the first place in the National Youth Mathematics Competition in 1988!"

Vincent picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth unhurriedly, "It's me."

Hermione sat down in despair.

Neville, who was caught in the middle, couldn't understand why he felt so disappointed after winning first place in the competition.

Is this youth math competition difficult?

Vincent, who wanted to say something that was not difficult, quickly closed his mouth.

Everyone is from the same college,

I don’t see you when I lower my head, but I see you when I raise my head,

There is no need to risk your life like your golden retriever classmates.

"Is it hard?"

Vincent nodded seriously to Neville, "It's the kind of difficulty that almost wastes all my free time."

"I see."

However, the real situation is that he didn't even review before participating in the competition.

The good thing about being born in a big foodie empire in my previous life is that I can win the Grand Slam without any doubt in this life.

Vincent started eating again, but he didn't know that Hermione, who picked up the tableware without saying a word, already regarded him as a competitor in her heart.

Labels such as playboy, thug, and scumbag were all stripped down to only one.

Like a zombie, she instinctively stuffed food into her mouth and chewed it.

Even if the ghost not far away shook off its head with only skin attached, her eyes never wavered.

"What's wrong with her?" Vincent folded his napkin after the meal.

Neville, who had his mouth full of pudding, was about to speak when he saw him handing over a new napkin.

"Thanks--

She probably misunderstood you before feeling guilty."

Vincent nodded thoughtfully.

Hermione is quite strong,

I always like to be more serious with myself,

But at least it's more pleasing to the eye than my golden retriever classmates.

He looked at the staff table and found that Professor Snape, who taught potions, had something wrong with his eyes again.

This hot and loving gaze made the person involved, Harry, subconsciously cover the lightning scar on his forehead with his hand.

While Vincent had goosebumps, he also noticed Professor Quirrell wearing a turban next to Snape.

The back of his head was pointed right at Harry.

If the old bat had this ability, how could the little lions of Gryffindor still be so arrogant?

This is definitely the bald socket man wrapped in a garlic headscarf doing his job!

Neville, who was learning to fold his napkin, had not even folded it neatly when the big pudding he had just eaten on the plate in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Vincent, who was amazed, focused his attention on the principal in the center.

He is worthy of being the biggest official in the school. As soon as he stands up, all the students become silent.

"Now that everyone has eaten and drunk, I want to say a few more words to you.

At the beginning of the new semester, I would like to put forward a few things to pay attention to.

First-year freshmen, please note that no students are allowed to enter the forest area outside the school."

Dumbledore's eyes glanced at the twins who were sitting obediently, "Some of our classmates from the old class should also remember this."

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"Furthermore, the administrator, Mr. Filch, asked me to remind everyone not to release magic in the corridors between classes.

The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in joining the college team please contact Ms. Huo Qi."

"Finally, I have to tell everyone——"

His originally smiling eyes became serious, "Anyone who does not want to suffer an accident and a painful death, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

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