This Hogwarts is not normal

When Vincent found them, he happened to see Hermione with her back to him, seemingly kicking a senior male student in the crotch.

There are several lawns nearby that are obviously shorter, the two school robes placed far away are in tatters, and the clothes on the body are still wrinkled...

Beast!

His face was terrifyingly gloomy.

If I hadn't invited them over, if I could have noticed the abnormality earlier...

This is his responsibility, and there is no excuse for it.

Hermione stopped when she felt something, and looked behind her at the same time as Daphne.

If it weren't for his ash-blond hair and blue eyes, they would have thought it was Snape.

As he walked, he opened his suitcase and took out two dark coats.

"Vincent, actually he——"

"I know he will definitely pay the price."

Hermione and Daphne looked at each other and tightened their coats around their shoulders.

Vincent knelt down to put the suitcase away and grabbed Byron's hair with one hand.

He held the wand in his other hand and struck the big face covered with footprints.

"ah--"

Byron opened his eyes, and before he could feel the pain all over his body, he was frightened by the gloomy-looking Vincent in front of him.

"Way-Wayne-"

"Tell me, who asked you to come?"

"me--"

Vincent put away his wand, took his arm and twisted it half a circle.

After a crisp "click", the arm was dislocated.

"Ah——" Byron's entire face was swollen with pain and twisted into a ball.

"Isn't this okay? Think about how you treat them."

Twisting his arm half a circle in the same direction, he screamed like a pig butting his throat.

Although the scene was extremely cruel, the two little girls felt warm in their hearts.

"I'm extremely impatient right now." Vincent's voice was low, and he picked up his other good arm and said, "Tell me what I want to know."

Byron grinned in pain, "It's Parkinson's!"

Daphne's face turned pale and she felt an inexplicable chill that penetrated her bones.

Although I have known it for a long time, I still cannot accept this reality.

"Click!"

"Ouch -" the lump on his face squirmed like a bug, "I've already told you!"

"Did I say I would let you go?" Vincent slowed down his twisting speed, "Tell me, who agreed."

The dislocated arm was becoming more and more painful, and Byron's cold sweat had already wet the shirt under his school robe.

"Malfoy! Zabini! Flint!

Merlin testifies, what I told is the truth!"

Vincent expressionlessly increased his strength, causing his pain to reach its peak in an instant.

"Ouch——"

"What follows is a personal vendetta."

Byron's head hit the lawn and he struggled to open his eyes full of despair.

His legs were grabbed and turned over.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Vincent stepped on his back, "Everyone must pay for their own mistakes.

You can't escape, and I can't escape."

Not to mention Daphne, even Hermione didn't expect things to turn out like this.

If the legs are amputated, the nature will not be ordinary revenge.

Serious violent incidents in schools, no matter how deep the background is, will become a handle.

He would rather put himself in shackles than teach Byron an unforgettable lesson. Anyone else would be deeply moved.

It's very useful, but it's not necessary.

Hermione and Daphne quickly stepped forward and held Vincent's left and right arms respectively, which were about to exert force.

"That's enough, Wayne."

"Let him go."

Vincent lowered his head, not daring to look at them, "I know what I'm doing. The worst I can do is lose my identity as a youth representative of the Wizengamot."

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After calm analysis, it was not impulsive.

"I don't care about that, I really don't care about that."

They both held his arms tightly.

"Let such a wizard scum go, there will only be more victims."

They all know this is making up for it.

Excellent people never allow themselves to make mistakes.

"Did you misunderstand something?" Hermione stood on tiptoe, trying to see the expression on his face clearly.

Byron explained in horror as if he had seen a life-saving straw, "I swear! I just used some curses and didn't even touch it——"

"Shut up!" Vincent became gloomy again after the moment of joy, "Do you think I did something wrong?"

Byron kept shaking his head.

Vincent loosened his hands and tried to maintain the expression on his face.

If you think about it from an adult perspective, it is indeed easy to have this kind of misunderstanding.

Hermione and Daphne also let go of their hands and held their slightly hot faces at the same time.

"Go to the campus hospital by yourself, is there any problem?"

Byron nodded pitifully.

"Are you mute? Answer me."

"No problem, I will definitely go!"

Didn't I just tell you to shut up? He didn't do anything wrong.

"Get lost now."

"yes!"

The entrance to the Forbidden Forest is quite far from the castle. The key is how to get to the second floor.

When Vincent saw Byron rolling up on the lawn, he almost lost his temper.

He picked up his suitcase and pulled out his wand without any embarrassment.

"Healed as before——"

The cuts on Hermione and Daphne's faces disappeared little by little, as did the bandaged arms.

He walked towards the other two students who had passed out.

"Stop pretending, I know you are already awake."

Their closed eyelids began to tremble wildly.

"Tell me what you did."

"We didn't do anything!" The two of them sat up and scrambled to explain.

"I fainted halfway through my spell."

"I didn't even yell."

Vincent turned around and waved his hands impatiently after receiving their confirmation.

"Go back, understand?"

"clear!"

The three attackers were well-hidden when they arrived, but they were particularly conspicuous when they left.

Daphne came to him, "Thank you, Wayne."

"This is my responsibility." Vincent frowned and looked at a tall figure behind the giant tree on the left, "I should have thought earlier that the Black Swan gang would have bad intentions."

Hermione walked over holding two school robes, "Let's go back to class first, otherwise we will be late."

"History of Magic?"

"Um."

I should be able to catch up in less than half an hour.

The three of them walked side by side towards the castle.

The atmosphere was indescribably awkward.

They were all very concerned about the misunderstanding just now.

Especially Vincent.

"Greengrass, what's your next class?"

"Herbal medicine class, at 3 p.m."

Hermione subconsciously stopped and said, "Don't go there, you haven't taken a single History of Magic class this semester."

She seemed to be worried that something more serious would happen.

"I'm calm now, don't worry."

"Then I'll go too."

Daphne knew that Vincent was going to the activity room of the Black Swan Club.

The four people whom Byron just mentioned must all receive the lessons they deserve.

Private matters are settled privately.

Not to mention some of the tacit "rules" on campus, self-proclaimed "orthodox" purebloods would never tell their professors.

A bright appearance is important, as is maintaining family glory that lasts for hundreds of years.

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