This Hogwarts is not normal

Byron and the others rolled back very quickly, taking less than 15 minutes in total.

When the three people rolled into the castle, several students in the auditorium were quite puzzled.

What happened to the sixth graders in Slytherin?

Could it be that he was physically punished by Snape?

"How to get up there?"

"I do not know."

"He can't see it anyway, so why not..."

The three of them stared at each other in a daze, then slowly stood up after resting for a few minutes.

Byron was helped to the second floor, and the bones of his two arms were connected under Madam Pomfrey's extremely ugly expression.

"Drink it and don't lift anything heavy lately."

Her potion is also extremely unpleasant to drink.

You were exploring the Forbidden Forest, right? You accidentally fell from the top of a tree, right? How could you not learn a profound lesson?

After a simple bandage, the three of them walked out of the campus hospital in despair.

"What should we do? They won't let us go."

"Return double the gold galleons." Byron's tone was quite firm.

"No matter how much they give me in the future, I will never touch anyone from the Court of Owls."

"Me too, Wayne is terrible."

"That look clearly means you want to kill someone. If it were outside the school, I'm sure you would have gone to see Mr. Merlin."

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]

Byron shrank his neck, "When I talk about this, my arms begin to hurt again."

"Mrs. Pomfrey doesn't--that's understandable. After all, even our guild president doesn't dare to provoke him."

"Wayne!"

The two students hurriedly lay down in the stairwell.

"Wayne how-" Byron also fell down.

Vincent twitched the corner of his mouth.

He was just passing by and had no intention of doing anything to them.

"Stand up, go back and tell them I'm here."

"Yes!" X3

Before the three of them had time to breathe a sigh of relief, they all ran upstairs.

"Are you sure you want to go together?"

Hermione and Daphne's eyes were full of determination.

"It might be a little rough." Vincent took off his school robe and handed it and his suitcase to the two of them.

"If you don't have any objections."

"Can I -" Daphne hugged his school robe tightly, hesitated for a moment and then shook her head gently.

"Pansy hurt Hermione and she is no longer my friend."

"I won't attack little girls." Vincent stepped onto the last step, "This time is an exception."

Her slightly indifferent expression did not change, and it seemed that she really no longer had any illusions about Pansy.

Hermione held up the suitcase, "You really don't need what's in it?"

"No need." Vincent tapped his right hand with the wand, "Bless everything -"

He stopped at the door of the Black Swan activity room, looked past the dozen or so Slytherin students, and settled on the four people at the back.

"Wayne, aren't you afraid that things will get serious?" Draco quietly approached the round table, "You have already dealt with them, isn't that enough?"

"Of course it's not enough." Vincent pushed aside the two students standing in front of him and said,

"Do you think it's safe enough to order others from a high position and hide behind the scenes?"

"No matter how powerful you are, you are only one person!" Blaise grabbed the money bag on the table, "I don't believe you can't fall!"

He threw it upwards with all his strength, scattering dazzling golden galleons all over the sky.

"Is this what you are capable of?" Vincent seemed not to notice the other two students standing in front of him.

I pushed them away with a little effort,

"You don't even have the courage to face me?"

Sharp gazes pierced into Blaise's eyes.

He moved closer to the round table uncontrollably, seeming to think that the bottom was the safest place.

"Coward." Vincent withdrew his gaze and glanced at the Slytherin students who were consciously moving away from each other one by one.

Even Crabbe and Goyle are no exception.

Although Slytherin's interests are paramount, many of them are aware of the situation.

What happened with Daphne is just the beginning, today is a small climax.

Which club will stand at the top and which student will dominate Hogwarts seems to be the answer soon.

Vincent glared at James who was gathered outside.

He is not Serizawa Tamao or Hayashida Megumi, and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is not Suzuran Boys' High School.

"Expelliarmus!" Pansy took advantage of this gap and pulled out her wand.

If the sneak attack had worked, the Black Swan would have succeeded long ago.

The right hand that cast the Mutated Iron Armor Curse bounced the disarming spell to the ceiling.

A large amount of high-end black velvet fell down.

"My target is not you." Vincent walked over slowly.

Byron, whose hands were aching, looked at each other with the two people just now.

After confirming the look, it’s time to get out of the way.

They didn't pay any attention to the four pairs of angry eyes behind them, and just went around Vincent and squeezed outside.

"You--" Draco's face turned red, "Let's all go. I hope you won't regret today's decision!"

Not to mention there is a large group of Court of Owls outside, the pressure here alone is almost making them breathless.

"Damn traitor!" Pansy just raised her wand and was hit by a weakened stun spell.

She clenched the wand in her hand and looked towards Daphne.

It was a pair of eyes that struggled only slightly, but were soon replaced by sympathy and indifference.

The broken friendship between them can no longer be repaired.

"Don't try to trick her." Vincent knocked the wand out of Pansy's hand, "Your opponent has always been me."

He walked straight past Draco and Blaise and stopped in front of Marcus.

"Wayne, don't think I'm still the same person I was last year!"

He's grown taller and stronger.

The same goes for Vincent.

Marcus's wand was raised in the air, held firmly in his hand.

"Larch wood, medium hard."

Many people understood it.

No matter how fast you recite the mantra, it won't be faster than breaking it off with force.

"You win, Wayne." Marcus loosened his right hand holding the wand, "But this doesn't mean it's over!"

Just when he was about to do something, his right cheek was slapped hard.

Vincent raised his wand and pointed it at Blaise who quietly put his hand into his school robe.

"The toughness is very good and it is easy to use."

Marcus watched his wand swinging back and forth in his hand, feeling that the red mark on his face that had just been taken out became even hotter.

There was no disarming spell, he was not robbed, he gave up on his own initiative.

"Wayne——"

"Lie down, you."

The tip of the larch wand exploded into a cloud of air.

The mismatch caused the spell to fail, causing him to fall to the ground and rest on several gold galleons.

The wands that Draco and Blaise drew out almost at the same time were knocked away one after another.

"Let's do something traditional." Vincent put away his wand and threw Marcus's behind him.

He stretched out his arms and tilted his head left and right.

After losing their wands, ordinary wizards' physical fitness is only slightly better than that of Muggles.

If you don't know how to cast spells without a wand, and you face someone who has received training...

Marcus was trapped in the stomach and couldn't get up. Draco and Blaise's foreheads collided with each other.

Pansy hurriedly huddled under the round table.

Like them, she is very inelegant and uneasy.

…

…