This Hogwarts is not normal

The door of Slytherin's boys' dormitory has been equipped with many defensive measures since yesterday.

Even if you have the correct password, if you don't follow the steps to open the door, you may end up with boils all over your body.

The rich and wealthy Master Malfoy has twenty-two defenses in his dormitory.

From stepping at the door to walking to the high-end silk bed, any carelessness will trigger the trap.

Draco picked up and put down the wooden cup, and it took him ten minutes to get to bed safely.

"Draco, how long do we have to do this?" Crabbe shivered while wrapped in a thick quilt.

He just accidentally forgot to recite a spell to remove the trap on the doorknob, so he was almost frozen into a big block of ice.

"Until the murderer is caught." Draco turned away in disgust.

If it weren't for this person, he could have been two minutes earlier.

Gore, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up.

"Draco, our two classes tomorrow are with Gryffindors."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it's not as good as us..."

No sleep left, Draco instantly turned over and sat up.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class is not easy to do, what about the afternoon flying class?

As long as he moves his hands and feet on the broomstick, Vincent, who can't fly for a long time, will be embarrassed!

Anyway, everything in this school is very old, and it will definitely be safe and sound afterwards.

"How do we know where he stands?"

"Idiots!" Draco looked at the two younger brothers with a look that looked like fools, "Wayne is the first one every time."

"So left or right?"

He looked at his two pig teammates and suddenly had the urge to get out of bed and kick them a few times.

When he thought of those traps, he finally just stared at them fiercely.

One broom moves its hands and feet, and two brooms also move its hands and feet.

If these two were not his younger brother and bodyguard, Master Malfoy would have stopped taking them to play together.

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Inside the door of Gryffindor's boys' dormitory, three students who always loved to go out at night looked sad.

Hermione was outside, still pacing.

"Did she get kicked out by her roommate again?"

"I guess so."

"It's so pitiful."

After about ten minutes of overflowing sympathy, they all stared at each other in confusion.

If this happens every day, what should we do about night outings and late night snacks?

"Vincent, you have to get rid of her roommate quickly!"

"Why me?"

"You are our new Gryffindor Housekeeper."

Vincent held his chin with both hands in astonishment, "I am the courtyard grass? When did it happen?"

"After the first fighting lesson."

Fred nudged his strong chest with his elbow.

"Although only a few girls say this, we all think you deserve it."

George pursed his thick lips and said, "My dear, as long as you come over and give me a kiss, I can ensure that little one has a floor to sleep on every day."

Vincent, who was in severe physical and mental discomfort, quickly stretched out his hand to hold his big face.

"George, this joke is not funny at all."

"Merlin's big pants!" George looked shocked, "How do you know who I am?"

"Although you are twins and you look exactly the same -"

Vincent looked at Fred, "But your brother is obviously more serious than you."

George patted his small chest reassuringly, "So that's it, I thought you knew it from your butt."

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"Butt?" Vincent moved a little away from him.

"That was not what I meant!"

Fred spread his hands helplessly, "When we were kids, we wanted Ron to make an unbreakable vow..."

"Then you were beaten?"

"Yes, the kind that's so serious that your butt is deformed."

Vincent took a breath, "Good brother, is it your butt that's bigger than George's, or..."

"Do you want to see it?"

"No." He wanted to make a joke but found that his skills were still not good enough.

But in a sense, Gryffindor is the best with these two living treasures.

Although Ravenclaw is very good, studying every day is too boring.

The Hufflepuff dormitory is close to the kitchen, which makes my life a blessing.

Slytherins living in dungeons are terrible. It's not that the atmosphere here is inappropriate, but if you stay there for a long time, you will definitely get rheumatic migraines or something.

Gryffindor Tower is actually pretty good except for the louder wind and the stronger sunshine during the day.

"It's already two o'clock~ Looks like we all have to be good kids tonight."

"Anyway, I can't go to too many places before I learn those two spells,"

Vincent tapped the map with his wand, "The prank is over - isn't it good to concentrate on studying?"

The twins both smiled evilly before turning the corner, "Wayne, you have to deal with her roommate quickly~"

Before the alder wand was about to blow up something, they had already disappeared without a trace.

"It's finally time to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

That garlic smell is definitely more powerful than the perfume of my golden retriever classmate.

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While having breakfast in the morning, Neville received a memory ball from his grandma.

"As long as you pinch it like this, it will know whether you have forgotten anything."

James looked at the red gas inside the memory ball with a face full of amazement, which was filled little by little.

"Does it mean that just turning red means you have forgotten something?"

"Yes." Neville lowered his little head and stared at the red sphere in his hand in a daze.

"What did I forget?"

Vincent, who was holding Gugu in his arms, raised his head and said, "It's probably Leif. He's been reluctant to go back to the dormitory lately."

Neville reached into his arms and grabbed Leif in his hand, "It's here with me."

Under the gaze of three pairs of big eyes, Leifu, who seemed a little shy, struggled to get back.

"If it's not it, then what is it?"

Vincent, who finally knew that Leif was hiding from him, comforted Neville, "Don't worry, you will definitely remember him."

"I know!" Alfred suddenly stood up, "You must have forgotten to prepare a gas mask!"

Professor Quirrell, who will teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class later, is within Gryffindor, and together with Draco, he is known as the two major walking biological weapons in Hogwarts.

Neville shook his head vigorously, "I heard that he met a vampire in Romania, so that's why he always carries garlic."

"Great, none of us prepared gas masks," Vincent shrugged after placing Gu Gu on the table.

"I will take a shower immediately after class today."

"Me too!" X3

The four of them stood up at the same time and walked out of the auditorium and walked up the stairs.

"Who goes in first?"

"I won't go in."

"Why don't we come in later?"

"good idea!"

Even though they were far apart, they could still smell the smell coming from that classroom.

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