This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 309 The dancing zombie

After coming out of the bathroom, Cedric looked like a zombie.

He not only sold his soul to Slytherin girls, but also to the most unsociable ghost.

Myrtle's condition is very simple, she just wants him to come and see her more often, and it is best to have a pleasant time...

"Pfft-hahahaha-" Fred and George laughed so much that they held their stomachs.

Cedric glanced at them both with dull eyes.

This is naked retaliation.

"Don't be like this." Vincent struggled to hold back a smile, "He's already in such a miserable state, so don't add insult to injury."

"Ho ho ho—" Cedric laughed coldly.

Luo Fu also suppressed his laughter and felt uncomfortable, "Don't worry, I will definitely take what happened just now to my grave."

The cold eyes that shone with cold light glanced over.

Although Hermione sympathized with him, it did not prevent her from striking a fatal blow.

"Ced, I heard Lavender and the others said - they said Myrtle seemed to have a habit of peeping, you'd better -"

She didn't have the heart to say the second half of the sentence.

But the first half of this sentence alone was enough to drive Cedric crazy.

"Ahhhhh--even if I die, I will drag you to death with me!"

As soon as these words came out, the other five people all fled.

"Stand here!" He burst out at an unprecedented speed.

Vincent, who was running at the front, looked back and was so frightened that he cast a disillusionment spell on himself.

The same goes for Rolf who ran second and Hermione who ran last.

Fred and George didn't wear invisibility cloaks.

So, it was a tragedy for them.

In the middle of the night, the whole castle echoed with the curses of the three of them.

Vincent very kindly took over Snape's copy.

Rolf went to attract Filch, and Hermione was on standby with the Marauder's Map.

Before Cedric returned to normal, the castle was as "busy" as it was during the day.

…

Potions class on Wednesday.

Snape stood next to Vincent with a dark face the whole time.

"Wayne, why don't you take notes?"

"I remember it all."

"Your enhancer has a strange smell and is unqualified."

"No, I often drink it, and I haven't had any health problems until now."

Vincent turned off the flame and put the liquid in the crucible into five small bottles.

Such skillful operation made Snape even more unhappy.

When he heard the noise in the castle a few days ago, he immediately got up and left the small bench where he had been sitting all night.

At first, he thought it would be an old routine, but reality slapped him hard.

Vincent didn't stay nearby at all, but stood under the ceiling on a small platform conjured by transfiguration.

Snape was not stupid. After being disturbed several times by the stools in the auditorium, he immediately realized that the person was not on the ground.

Just as the Appearance Spell illuminated the ceiling, the door to the auditorium was welded shut from the outside.

Literally welded, it is much stronger than the wall.

Blow up the wall! Blow up the wall decisively!

He was making excuses in the east and west, right? He was directly guarding the door of his office.

No matter whether it was the intense bright light that blinded his eyes or the screams like ghosts and wolves, none of them could make him move away even half a step.

When all movement disappeared, he taunted the air with great confidence.

But the more I talked, the more I felt something was wrong, and it was still dawn as I talked.

A majestic Potions Master was tricked twice by the same student?

"Wayne, I'm sure there's something wrong with your body." Snape sneered and bent down.

"Come to my office after class and I'll make a special healing potion for you."

Vincent shook his head and said, "Thank you. I think my health has been very good recently. I am so good that I can knock away a big sandbag with one punch."

"This is just an illusion." Snape's black eyes were particularly "sincere".

"My potion can repair your overstretched body so that you will never feel tired again."

The effect is quite strong,

But whoever believes it will be in trouble.

"Professor, why don't we compare our physical fitness first?"

"Oh -" Snape said with a dark face, "You only have one chance."

"I'm very aware of my physical condition."

He turned around angrily and strode to Harry.

"Potter! Is the poison you brewed up a poison? Brew up another one for me!"

"O-okay, Professor."

"Stuttering, finish before get out of class!"

Harry felt extremely wronged.

After all, his eyes look like his mother's, how could he be so heartless?

"What are you still doing?"

"Ah-oh."

It is impossible to pass the test. Hermione perfectly reproduced the steps in the textbook, but only received a barely passing evaluation.

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The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Harry was indeed called to the office.

Snape's face was still sullen when he left, and he might remain in this state for a long time.

Vincent was not afraid at all.

He had decided to boil a pot of Polyjuice Potion, and when he was in a good mood, he would transform into Harry and walk around the office.

…

On Monday, Lockhart was alive again.

He didn't know where he brought back a zombie that was still alive and could dance.

Its skin is dark brown, its hairstyle is a classic instant noodles, and it wears a red jacket on its upper body.

Not only were the students below not afraid, some even laughed openly.

"This zombie must be a fan of Michael." Vincent's evaluation was very pertinent.

In terms of styling, all details are reproduced to perfection.

Lockhart opened the cage very confidently, "Watch my movements carefully. The brutal zombies are actually not scary."

His cherry wood wand drew a beautiful arc, and he uttered a fairly standard spell, "Tarantella——"

The left hand that stretched out from the cage twitched slightly.

Just when most students thought that the spell had failed and they could laugh at him as much as they wanted, a creaking sound like an old wooden door being opened suddenly came from the classroom.

The zombie's legs moved forward uncontrollably, and there was an unexpected crisp sound of footsteps.

Opposite him, Lockhart's eyelids were twitching wildly.

He was all too familiar with this feeling.

Underneath the low thunder, there were several howls like wolf howls.

Vincent, who was sitting in the front row, stopped pretending and directly raised his wand and waved it at the zombies.

It's very rhythmic and matches the music very well.

Lockhart subconsciously stepped back, but the zombie trembling in front of him slowly slid over like a treadmill.

"The curse stops immediately——"

The light on the cherry wood wand was very weak, and it only stopped for less than half a second.

"It seems my dance spell is too strong!" Lockhart took a deep look at Vincent.

He was holding a wand in his hand and waving it around in command, even a fool could figure out what was going on.

Awesome! Three times in a row!