This Hogwarts is not normal

In the dark and damp dungeon as always.

Snape looked at the "seriously injured" Blaise with a dark face.

"Is there any witness?"

"That's me." Pansy gritted her teeth and said, "Professor, Wayne started everything. Without his damn Mudblood, Daphne wouldn't have been able to--"

"Shut up!" Snape, who didn't want to care about this matter, was frighteningly gloomy.

"Look at you, you still want to keep Greengrass with this little potential?"

Blaise and Pansy were both frightened and trembling.

"Get out of here!

I don’t want to see hopeless idiots!”

As soon as the two of them ran out of the office in despair, the door was forcefully closed.

There was unconcealable sadness in Snape's dark eyes.

Maybe it awakened a certain memory. The wand pulled it out completely and put it into a small transparent bottle.

"Knock knock--" A knock on the door sounded at an inappropriate time.

"Professor Snape, are you there?"

He will never forget this voice for the rest of his life.

"I came in when you weren't here~"

As Snape slid over, he opened the door forcefully.

Vincent outside almost jumped up in fright.

The door opened with a swish, and a big gloomy face suddenly appeared in front of him.

If someone else came over, he might be scared to death.

"I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now."

Snape was about to close the door, but Vincent stretched out his foot in time to stop it.

"Professor, did someone snitch on me just now?"

"No."

"It's impossible. I happened to see them when I came here, and they were still sweating on their foreheads."

Blaise and Pansy must be exhausted.

We are all our own people, please do me a favor~

"You want me to ask for help?" Snape sneered, "Wayne, I didn't expect you to ask for help."

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Vincent rolled his eyes, "Forget it if you don't help. I'll go find Professor Dumbledore."

"etc--"

He clearly showed a smile that showed success in his scheming.

It doesn't matter whether I help or not, there is a trump card at the bottom of the box anyway.

Snape's expression was particularly complicated.

Although Dumbledore didn't say anything, just looking at Harry's state over the past two days, everyone knew that something big had happened.

Tomorrow is Wednesday, and there happens to be a Potions class in the morning.

It’s very troublesome to use clichés, and there’s a high probability that they won’t accomplish anything.

The little bastard in front of me was a bit annoying, but at least it was easier to deal with than Dumbledore.

"Greengrass will be transferred to another dormitory, one where he will not be disturbed."

Since he is so knowledgeable, Vincent will reveal a little bit of information.

"The previous diary was Tom's Horcrux. The reason why Harry knows Parseltongue is actually because twelve years ago——"

"I know!" Snape closed the door forcefully.

Vincent blinked blankly, and then realized the fact that he was almost hit in the nose.

The old bat is indeed an old bat. He has helped a lot, but he still has to show off.

Xiaojiazi is angry and holds grudges.

He cursed and walked out of the dungeon, mentally refining Saturday's actions.

Take what you should take, and take what you shouldn't take.

Ever since the door in the office was closed, Snape had been standing there motionless.

His expression was particularly painful, as if he was remembering some sad past event.

Some people will forget it completely when their memories are removed, while others will gradually recall it over time.

After a while, the wand drew out a memory again.

Its length and size are the same as before, and the content may be the same.

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Court of Owls Room.

When Vincent came in holding Mag's approval note, the students burst into cheers.

"Let's get the party started!" Fred and George skipped out.

Behind them were a large group of students.

Daphne, who had just arrived, did not expect that the style here would be like this.

After a little fussing, the president decided to hold a welcome party.

The vice president nodded in agreement without any surprise, and the other cadres didn't have much opinion.

If it were a black swan, it would be impossible to have fun with the members.

"You'll get used to it soon." Hermione sat across from her desk, "After intense study, it's a great place to come here to relax."

Daphne looked around.

The ring was occupied by Cedric and Rove, who were still talking about revenge;

Vincent was coaching from below, occasionally laughing and giving a bad idea;

Autumn and Marietta sat together, and there was a ball of brown meat lying on the table;

Davis, who had joined the day earlier, was yelling, as if he had been tricked by Percy on the opposite side during the card game;

Hannah, Justin and Ernie sat around, each holding what seemed like a recipe book;

Parvati and her sister Padma were chatting with Lavender, and from time to time they would look towards the ring shyly;

A preoccupied Harry and Ron play cards;

James was holding a comic book, and Alfred and Neville next to him were peeking at it with blushing faces.

In the past, she had viewed the Court of Owls with a critical eye.

A club without thresholds is bound to be disorganized.

This is also true.

Black Swan was quiet, either exchanging learning experiences or talking about recent major events in the magical world.

But now she doesn't feel that the place is noisy and chaotic. Instead, she feels warmth from the members who show their true feelings.

No more deliberate plotting, no more wearing a mask called hypocrisy.

"I like it here, Granger."

Hermione smiled and took out a small metal ball from the white semicircular bag.

She pressed the magic runes engraved on it, and the metal ball melted into a long scroll.

"After writing your name on it, you will be an official member of our Court of Owls."

Daphne pulled open the scroll in surprise.

Such a delicate touch can only be from precious mithril.

She looked at the magic runes on the top and felt that they looked familiar.

"This belongs to Vincent." Hermione pouted as if remembering something, "He uses this to encrypt every potion paper he writes.

Although I don't think it can hold fifteen inches of content, Professor Snape gives it an 'O' every time."

This sentence is sour and a little bit unpleasant.

Daphne took the quill she handed her and felt that the white bag was not simple either.

"It has a Seamless Stretch Charm on it, right?"

Hermione hesitated, "Yes, he made it."

When Daphne Greengrass's name was completely written, the mithril paper automatically retracted the scroll.

"Here, this is for you."

Daphne stared blankly at the small round badge in her hand.

"The owl above is Gu Gu, it is the mascot of our club."

She looked towards Autumn and Marietta.

If nothing else, that ball of brown fur is Gugu.

Hermione followed her gaze and looked over, her little face couldn't help but feel a little hot, "It's all Vincent's fault. Every time I told him to lose weight, he couldn't stick to it for two days."

"No, I think it's quite cute." Daphne put the badge on her school robe on her chest, "This is in line with Wayne's style."

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