This Hogwarts is not normal

Neville put down his wand in frustration, "Why can you become thin and short?"

"It's a match, not me."

Vincent, who felt offended, pointed at his forehead with a dark face, "Imagination, you have to imagine something thinner and shorter."

"Okay..." Neville shrank his little head back.

Vincent, who had no intention of arguing with him, patiently guided the three people nearby.

Mag on the podium nodded secretly.

It doesn't matter if you perform well on your own, but you can truly excel if you can lead others around you to do the same.

Whether it's eager to help, or being treated as a competitor.

She looked at the other side of the first row, where Hermione had successfully turned a match into a needle.

Everything is afraid of comparison.

Seeing the little witch frowning and constantly making the needle thinner and shorter, McGonagall was very glad that Vincent chose Gryffindor House.

six years,

She had to pay back the humiliation of losing to Slytherin for the past six years with interest!

Look how pleasing Vincent is. Even after he finished coaching Harry and Ron, he didn't forget the students in the second and third rows.

On the other hand, among the smart and wise eaglets, no one even managed to conjure a needle.

Mag's hands were tightly clasped together under the podium.

This year's Gryffindor will definitely end Slytherin's dream of seven crowns!

Vincent and Ron exchanged seats.

"Do you need help?"

Hermione raised her head, her eyes like a wounded lion.

He didn't care about such aggression and just turned his little short needle back into a match.

"It's not enough to be too obsessed with length and thickness. You need to relax first and let your mood no longer be tense."

The match turned into a little fat blue man.

Hermione naturally took it in her hand and played with it, muttering to herself, "So they used to look at me like this..."

She pointed her wand at her long needle, turning it into the fat blue man in her other hand.

Except for the loss of two beards, there is no difference between them.

"Beautiful!" Vincent gave her a thumbs up.

"Thank you." Hermione quickly dropped the smile on her face.

After she returned Fatty Lan, she turned around and turned her own into a thin, short needle.

"Amazing." Mag on the podium clapped.

"Due to the outstanding performance of Mr. Wayne and Miss Granger, I have decided to give Gryffindor another five points."

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Vincent, who seemed to realize something, quickly changed positions with Ron.

If there are just a few more people, the Academy Cup will be just around the corner.

However, until the end of get out of class, Harry, who was in the best condition, could only barely get the matches to be coated with a layer of silver paint.

However, Mag, who was in a good mood, still praised it as "rapid progress" and added two points.

After the Transfiguration lesson, Gryffindor gained a full nine points.

When it comes to the little eagles, she doesn't favor one over the other.

Anthony Goldstein is just a little bit slimmer than Harry.

Two points, no more.

The little eagles who are not as skilled as others have all secretly decided to form a group to go to the library for retreat and practice.

"Would you like to find Leif?" Vincent invited Hermione before walking out of the classroom.

"No, I also want to go to the library."

He felt that the lonely little figure was quite pitiful.

Putting all her energy into studying has inadvertently resulted in her being a loner.

If it hadn't been for that giant monster, I'm afraid it would have been like this until graduation.

"Maybe it's just the beginning of school..."

Vincent thought about it and chose to help Neville first.

If you can't find it before dinner, just use the Marauder's Map at night.

library.

Hermione was sitting alone in a small corner with no one around, holding the books that covered her little head.

She may be used to loneliness, or she may simply be withdrawn.

Even if the eaglets who are far apart are reading their own books, the atmosphere is much better than here.

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12 noon, dinner time.

With the help of the distinguished Hogwarts Owl Captain Gu Gu and Divergent's team members, Leif, who had sneaked into the dungeon, was finally found.

"Ah, I came back to life——"

Vincent put down the empty bowl in his hand.

"Is it that cold?"

He tapped the empty bowl with a spoon, and the hot soup was immediately filled with it. "You don't understand, this is not physical cold."

Next to him, Neville put Leif into the pocket of his school robe, "To be honest, those spiders just now were quite scary.

Look at Ron, he still hasn't calmed down until now."

Ron on the opposite side quickly raised his head and said, "Hey, I'm just a little disgusted!"

"The best way to overcome fear is to face it." After Vincent finished speaking, he lowered his head and drank another bowl of soup.

Under the gaze of twenty pairs of eyes, he calmly picked up a napkin and wiped the soup from the corner of his mouth.

"What's wrong? I'm not afraid of gloomy environments."

"Oh~"

After answering in unison, the little lions all started to eat.

"Are there any classes in the afternoon?"

"Yes, herbal medicine class."

Ron, holding a big chicken drumstick in his hand, nodded, bit off a large piece of meat and said vaguely: "It's a good thing I didn't come with Slytherin."

A certain smell suddenly drifted in.

This high-end perfume full of golden galleons once again covered the entire auditorium.

Vincent, who didn't want to stay for a second, covered his nose with a napkin, "I think we have to wear gas masks tomorrow."

"what is that?"

"A mask that can filter out most toxic gases."

Neville nodded seriously, "My grandma is right, they are all a bunch of nuisances."

"It's actually quite interesting." Vincent saw Draco's eyes full of resentment and couldn't help but regret not being able to see the whole process.

The reason why the fair-looking Master Malfoy wears perfume...

"Pfft-" He suddenly laughed.

To Draco, this move was a naked provocation.

"Damn Wayne—damn the Daily Prophet—"

If it hadn't been for today's newspaper headlines, this man would have been kneeling in front of him by now, crying and begging for forgiveness.

"Draco, we will have Charms class with them tomorrow."

"Would you like to—well?"

Crabbe and Goyle's reminders made him start thinking.

As long as one is careful enough, can the short Professor of Charms discover it?

Once Vincent is covered in shit-yellow paint, Harry will definitely see the man's true face.

He will definitely turn from darkness to light!

Draco's sinister smile made Vincent smile even brighter from afar.

He never wanted to smell this perfume again.

Tonight’s night activities finally have a new project.

As soon as Hermione entered the auditorium, she saw the two men looking at each other from a distance.

Both of their smiles are sinister in their own way.

"Could it be..."

Based on what happened in the morning, she always felt that there should be some consensus reached.

The duel on Saturday night might not have to be moved up to tonight!

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