This Hogwarts is not normal

Early in the morning, before dawn, a wail came from the Slytherin dormitory.

Draco was sleeping gracefully, but he turned over a little too much, and misfortune fell from the sky, and his face was covered with sticky substances.

The smell is very pungent.

"Shet!!!"

After he turned on the light, he realized what was stuck on him.

These things, which are a mixture of certain magical items, turn out to be dung eggs that perfectly imitate both their shape and taste.

"What does it smell like?" Crabbe and Goyle both opened their eyes drowsily.

Who is this person standing in his dormitory, covered in shit-yellow paint?

Is he a thief? Or a visitor?

Everything their boss arranged was an antique.

"Idiot!" Draco wiped his face with his hands, "Hurry up and give me the quilt!"

Wrapped in two thick quilts, he hurriedly rushed to the shower room.

Since not many people are getting up now, I have to wash up quickly before talking about anything else.

"Who is it...?"

As Master Malfoy took his twentieth bath, a hysterical roar broke out from his mouth.

Gryffindor boys' dormitory.

Vincent stretched after getting up.

"Ah, the environment here is better."

The sunshine coming in from the window was warm, dispelling the coldness that clung to his body yesterday.

Slytherin's shabby dungeon, he never wanted to enter it a second time in his life.

"Good morning..." Neville got up with his eyes closed.

With a "boom" sound, he fell off the bed without any surprise.

Under the laughter of his other two roommates, he stood up as if nothing had happened.

"Neville, did you not sleep well?"

"No, I have been like this since I was a child."

Vincent couldn't help but secretly guess whether this unlucky physique could be another extremely rare magical talent.

If you have good luck, you should also have bad luck.

"Come on, I'll share some good luck with you."

Neville nodded seriously, "Thank you, I will try my best not to infect you with bad luck."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The four people in the entire dormitory held their bellies and laughed.

Alfred Johnson and James Walker smiled and laughed, and their impressions of Neville were greatly improved.

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Originally, they all thought that this timid-looking roommate would have an unsociable and indifferent personality.

But looking at it now, with a roommate like Vincent who can fight regardless of his image, this dormitory will probably get along very harmoniously.

The real situation is also like this.

The four people who went to the auditorium to dine together have become friends with each other.

"My father is a Muggle and my mother is a witch,"

James, who is somewhat short, told an interesting story about his family, "After getting married, my father was almost frightened and ran to No. 10 Downing Street."

"What kind of place is this?" Alfred, whose parents are wizards, was puzzled: "Is it a Muggle witch-hunting organization?"

"No, no, no," Vincent took a sip of hot milk, "That's a good place to brag."

"Bragging?" James, who knew the truth, was stunned.

In a sense, this place does brag every day.

Analogy to the Ministry of Magic, both Neville and Alfred understood it.

Regardless of Muggles or wizards, this great empire is really getting worse every year.

What is the current Minister of Magic best at?

In addition to awarding myself badges, I also promote my work ability in newspapers.

"Gu Gu——" The brown-haired ball dropped from the sky and hit Vincent.

He hugged the other person with some disgust, "Didn't Professor McGonagall make a weight loss plan for you?"

"Cuckoo!!"

"I understand, you, the most noble owl in Hogwarts, need to be treated differently."

Neville stretched his neck and leaned closer, "You can actually understand owl language?"

"No." Vincent fed Gugu the ham in his sandwich, "I can just understand what it's saying by feeling."

"Wow, that's amazing!"

Not long after the three people sighed, a large group of owls flew into the auditorium.

One of the owls flew towards them.

It landed in front of Neville, tilting its head to hint at something.

"I think it wants to drink milk."

Neville pushed his cup over and opened today's Daily Prophet.

"Vincent, you're in the newspaper!"

He read aloud with great interest: "Mr. Vincent Wayne, who entered school yesterday, successfully created a new history of Hogwarts..."

James said with envy on his face: "This title is almost as good as Harry's, isn't it?"

"It's far from it." Vincent opened another sandwich, "In ten or eight days, people won't forget who I am."

"I envy your mentality." Alfred pushed his milk in front of the owl.

"This reporter is really interesting." Neville pointed to the signature at the end of the news.

Could it be that the term "cute beetle" refers to Rita?

The seemingly airtight Hogwarts Castle definitely has many small holes through which messages can be conveyed.

Neville put down the newspaper and suddenly squinted his eyes to look around.

"Why do I always feel like something is missing..."

Vincent patted his big belly, "It must be Leif, I haven't seen it since last night."

"No, my Leif!"

Neville's wailing sound was heard by Draco who had just entered.

The strong fragrance emanated from the whole body, covering the entire auditorium almost instantly.

He swaggeringly led his two younger brothers to the Gryffindor table, raising his chin high in the face of a lot of unkind eyes.

"That ugly toad is just as stupid as you are, Longbottom."

Without Vincent standing up, the twins with weird tail sounds squeezed past.

"Wow, he is indeed the young master of the Malfoy family. Even the perfume smells so high-end~"

George also sniffed deeply with his nose, "Ah, this is the smell of gold galleons~"

Hermione, who was engrossed in her meal in the corner, couldn't hold it in any longer.

She was choked and coughed violently.

Vincent glanced over and found that she was sitting alone.

It seems that the girls' dormitory doesn't get along as harmoniously as the boys' dormitory.

Just as he was about to walk over and say hello, Draco walked around the twins and stood next to Harry on the opposite side.

"Look, Potter, they're all hopeless fools.

If you don't want to stay with them, I can ask my father to use the power of the school governor to transfer you to Slytherin House."

Harry's expression was extremely unnatural.

Just as he was about to throw away his hand and refuse, he noticed a tall figure walking over.

"Malfoy-san, it seems that your location is not here~"

Draco turned his head to look, and almost lost the expression on his face.

"It's you again, Wayne!"

Since yesterday,

He is the noble and pure heir to the Malfoy family,

Draco Malfoy has always been on bad luck.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that it all started from that train.

Fortunately, he specially chose a front row compartment besides the prefects, intending to invite Harry to enjoy this wonderful journey together.

The culprit of all this is actually an ugly and stupid toad.

Draco smiled, his face ferocious.

"Duel, Wayne!"

He stared straight into those blue eyes, "Wizard duel, everything is solved with magic!"

Vincent pouted: "This is against school rules.

What's more, what if you don't come?"

Led by the twins, the Gryffindor table erupted into bursts of laughter.

Draco, who blushed slightly, waved his hand and said, "It's ridiculous, our Malfoy family will never run away!"

The little eagles and little badgers who were watching silently couldn't help laughing.

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