This Hogwarts is not normal

After filling their stomachs, all six little ones decided to "hang around" in the Slytherin dormitory.

"Do you have a way to deal with those props?"

Smiling without saying a word, Vincent raised the mithril suitcase.

Fred and George ran out of the kitchen laughing.

The old bat is staying in the Batcave, this is a good opportunity.

After sneaking into the dormitory quietly, Cedric told him the password he got from a girl in the Snake House.

"Pure blood——" he cried sadly, "can you please don't let me go next time? They will find out sooner or later."

"Thank you, brother." George patted him on the shoulder solemnly, "For our better tomorrow, please go on more dates with them."

"You - you are so cruel!" Cedric opened the door and walked in with a frustrated look on his face.

Sacrifice his appearance and say it so grandly, he is simply the best enemy of Hogwarts.

"To be honest, Vincent's conditions are much better than mine." He stopped suddenly.

At 12 years old, he is nearly 170cm tall, with a physique stronger than most adults, and a handsome face that is still young but full of confidence.

Cedric stood side by side next to Vincent, "If I were a little boy, he would be a tough guy."

He patted his arm, which was slightly thicker than his own, and said, "Listen, how crisp the sound is!"

"It's not that I don't want to," Vincent spread his hands, "Other colleges are fine, but all the girls here dislike me."

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"This is true." Fred shook his head regretfully, "Sed, until the situation does not improve, we have no choice but to wrong you."

"Until graduation, right?" Cedric said with a stinky face, "I shouldn't have believed you in the first place.

If Merlin could give me another chance, I would definitely not eat that hot pot meal."

George raised his neck and said, "Even if you had to do it over again, you would still choose to eat."

Cedric was speechless.

That night was obviously to lure him and Luo Fe into taking the bait. If there was no hot pot, there would be something else.

When he arrived at the target point, he was already flushed with laughter from the twins.

"Sure enough, it's gone." Vincent pulled out his wand and pointed at the luxurious wooden door in front of him.

The Malfoy house had just been raided, and no matter how brave you were, you wouldn't be able to blatantly place dark magic items.

What happened to the school director? Fudge is still waiting for the second wave of harvest.

The light blue light shining from the tip of the alder staff is breaking through the magic traps at the door one by one.

There are no black magic tools, these things can only be solved by the Ten Thousand Curses.

"Click -" Vincent gently opened the door and entered the room he had not been to for nearly a year.

As always, low-key, luxurious and classy, ​​and as always, sleeping like a dead pig.

Probably because of Snape's irregular patrols, there was nothing arranged beside Draco's bed.

Vincent opened the suitcase very skillfully and took out a very ordinary rope from inside.

Fred and George were equally skillful in pulling out large dung eggs from their pockets.

Hermione rolled her eyes on the spot.

She seemed to know why Draco wore a sultry perfume for a few days last year.

After nearly twenty months, if I don't collapse, my mental quality is considered to be excellent.

It’s still the crystal chandelier, the school robe on the hanger, and the tied position.

Everything is exactly the same as last year.

If I had to say there was a difference, there were only three more viewers.

When the rope became thinner, all six little ones left quietly.

"Do you think he will be tricked again?"

"Certainly not."

"Believe me, he will definitely do it."

Not to mention removing the original arrangements, just sleeping like a dead pig already doomed the outcome.

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The sun was exceptionally bright the next day, as bright as the laughter that exploded in the auditorium.

"Wow -" the twins leaned over to the Slytherin table and took a deep breath.

"Whose high-end perfume is this? Why do we seem to have smelled it somewhere?"

Draco's pink and tender skin became even redder after taking dozens of baths.

"Damn red hair, did you do it?"

"How is that possible~"

Just as Crabbe and Goyle were about to stand up, Lockhart trotted over with his signature smile.

"Perfume? What perfume?" He sniffed at Fred and George, then bent down to face Draco.

"I remember you, Mr. Malfoy's precious son."

"I have a name, Professor." Draco raised his chin high, "Listen, my name is Draco—Draco Malfoy."

Lockhart nodded slightly, then straightened his back, "As your teacher, I really have no reason to discipline you——

But as your father's good friend, I have to tell you something."

He lightly fanned his clothes, "Look, I don't even use perfume!

I have been through your age, and I understand your desire to attract attention."

"Pfft-hahahaha-" the laughter in the auditorium became even louder.

Draco's fists were clenched tightly.

"But, but," Lockhart said seriously, as if he was not affected: "This idea is undoubtedly wrong.

Your current age is the time to concentrate on your studies, and you cannot focus on these crooked ways."

The social death team has added another strong member.

When Lockhart left, he was not as dejected as he was yesterday. Instead, he felt as full of accomplishment as if he had saved a lost boy.

"He's actually quite pleasing to the eye." Harry was in a good mood and drank an extra bowl of cereal.

Ron was drinking his third bowl, "To be honest, I'm starting to think we're very lucky."

"Same feeling."

On this day, Draco skipped school.

Still a whole day.

When he received Lucius's letter at night, his mentality collapsed.

"Tattered Defense Class! Tattered Professor!"

Lockhart is also a fake recipient of the Order of Merlin, Level 3. No matter how unreliable he is, he must be given some face.

Otherwise, it means not giving face to the Wizengamot, the Ministry of Magic, and Fudge, who is responsible for awarding medals.

"Draco, why don't we do what Wayne and the others did!"

"Yes, they can deal with Quirrell, why can't we?"

The idea put forward by Crabbe and Goyle made Draco "laugh with joy".

"You go ahead, it's best to put him in Azkaban too."

His reputation is discredited in Hogwarts, but not in the huge wizarding world.

That group of fanatical fans could flood the entire Slytherin dormitory with just one spit from one person.

Crabbe and Goyle, who didn't understand why, took this seriously.

Unfortunately, they were caught by Snape just after they went out at night.

"Professor, we-"

"Go back quickly!"

Snape, who was in a bad mood, returned to the first floor and sat back on the small bench in front of the entrance to the dungeon.

By the time it was past three o'clock in the morning, he already had quite good reasons to suspect that a group of little bastards were aware of his whereabouts.

What? Draco is miserable?

It's worse than him staying up all night!

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