This Hogwarts is not normal

0.16138027839, this string of numbers that was about to blurt out, Flitwick couldn't figure it out yet.

When Vincent said "zero", he felt as if the middle finger of his right hand had touched something hard.

The middle finger that rubbed its smooth edge made Draco's mouth open wide as he pressed his lower lip.

"fa——"

After a "pop" sound, the big dung egg passed over the heads of the little snakes and was thrown at an angle towards the gap in the classroom door that was not closed tightly.

"clatter--"

The shell of the dung egg cracked on the hard floor of the corridor.

A breathtaking "fragrance" instantly spread into the Charms classroom through the gap.

The words that Master Malfoy blurted out were swallowed into his stomach like a stress reaction.

Along with being swallowed, there is also this familiar taste.

"Fake!"

Vincent, who had scolded him, was holding his nose and secretly rejoicing.

This thing is definitely prepared!

Just look at the little golden retriever with an expression as uncomfortable as eating shit, and you will know who threw the big shit eggs in class.

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Flitwick's reaction was not slow at all.

When the scent passed the little snakes and was about to reach the little lions, he had already shaken his wand.

It's not a strong hurricane, it blows all the smell out.

The door that was not closed tightly was also locked.

"who is it!"

Filch, who was stuck on the fourth floor, was very angry.

In broad daylight,

Someone actually dared to throw big dung eggs into the corridor.

Are you tired of living?

He sprinted towards the Charms classroom as if he were twenty years younger.

Before anyone could calm down, Vincent stood up and opened his pockets.

"I am innocent."

Flitwick saw that all the little lions were imitating them, so he gave up his doubts about them.

"Professor, they are shouting "Catch the thief!"

Draco stood up and stared at Vincent with a distorted face.

"We must not give up doubt on him."

Flitwick, who lowered his head and thought for a moment, thought it made sense.

No matter how good-tempered he is, what happened today was too terrible.

Look at those trembling little wizards, they have just had their second day of class.

But who is the real murderer?

There's no way anyone would be stupid enough to bring a second one, right?

"Professor, I think a spell can help us-"

Vincent, who once again became the center of attention, answered unhurriedly: "I discovered during my vacation that the repair spell can not only repair items, but also return them to their original positions."

Draco's fair little face became even whiter.

Just the cursing Filch outside the classroom is enough to make him drink a pot. How can the short Charms professor let him go so easily?

Flitwick patted his head, "Oh, I almost forgot about another use of this spell."

While pointing his wand at the classroom door, he whispered a spell in his mouth.

"Restored as before——"

The unknown shit-yellow viscous liquid splashed all over the floor gathered into a ball and was mixed with countless fragments.

Filch looked up with a cruel smile.

This big dung egg with an extremely smooth surface flew into the classroom and flew over the heads of the little snakes to Vincent.

After pausing above his head, it flew towards the snakes again.

Draco's little toes under the table immediately kicked Crabbe's calf next to him.

"Ouch——"

He stared blankly at the big dung eggs flying here.

"It's me, Professor!"

The sudden "surrender" of the scapegoat Crabbe made Flitwick shake the wand in his hand.

The physical evidence stopped right on Draco's forehead.

If it were any later, it would go back to the pocket where it was originally hidden.

"Professor, I think——"

"Professor, I can prove that he threw it!"

Draco was one step ahead of Vincent.

He pointed at Crabbe with a look of disgust on his face, "Although I was calculating carefully just now, I also know what little tricks he is doing."

"Yes, I did it!"

Crabbe nodded excitedly, "I did this just because Wayne was unhappy!"

Everyone surrendered, and Flitwick completely stopped releasing the repair spell.

Vincent, who was full of regret, knew that even if he was released again, the result would only end up on the head of the real murderer.

The magic release process cannot be repaired.

This dung egg, which has been repaired once, has been reset.

"Because Mr. Wayne's proposal was very timely," Flitwick looked at him with a smile, "I decided to add two points to Gryffindor House."

"Thank you, Professor." Vincent didn't hesitate any longer.

Regardless of whether the real culprit is a little golden retriever, the Snake House will definitely deduct points for this.

Sure enough, Flitwick then glared at Crabbe coldly.

"Mr. Crabbe violated classroom discipline. I have decided that Slytherin House will deduct 10 points for this."

The face of the scapegoat with the same name as Vincent showed no emotion at all.

But as the saying goes, capital punishment can be avoided, but how can living crime be avoided?

"Mr. Filch, do you have anything to add?"

Filch, with an extremely dangerous look in his eyes and a cruel smile on his face, stood outside the classroom door and let out a jeering laugh.

As a squib who cannot use magic, he will be particularly excited every time he encounters such a situation.

“Clean the castle corridors for a month!

Plus all the boys' restrooms!

besides……"

Poor Mr. Crabbe, this month is over.

Every time he reported a punishment, his big face turned white.

That round, fat face was almost as good as Draco's arrogantly raised chin.

"Professor Flitwick, that's all I can think of for the moment."

The shaky Crabbe looked at the podium with his big pitiful eyes.

"Ah - me," Flitwick still relented.

"Why don't you let Mr. Crabbe do it in batches over the next year?"

Filch's face suddenly became more excited, "Of course, he will definitely understand where he went wrong."

I could enjoy it for a month, but now I can enjoy it for a whole year.

This is not a reduction of punishment, it is clearly aggravation in disguise.

Professor Flitwick is so kind!

"Let's get back to class."

He smiled again and looked at Vincent.

When the other party revealed the answer, he added Gryffindor three points without calculating it properly.

This wave of "blessing in disguise" instantly made the little lions cheer loudly.

The little snakes on the other side all looked ugly in their own way.

"get out of class is over." Seeing that it was almost time, Flitwick ended the class early.

"Gryffindor Hero!"

"Merlin, thank you for sharing Wayne with us!"

The laughing and playing little lions all surrounded Vincent and walked out of the classroom.

Today is another day when Gryffindor scores the most points.

Hermione, who finally walked out of the classroom, took a deep look at the ferocious-looking Draco before leaving.

She also knows who the real murderer is,

Also know why it is done.

There must have been a "cruel" wizard duel somewhere in the castle last night.

The severity is probably enough to make people want revenge at all costs.

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