This Hogwarts is not normal

Vincent first ate melon at his own house, and his mood was quite complicated.

His parents' accounts haven't been settled yet, so you dare to drag him into the water without proof or evidence?

Still angry, Lucius quickly distanced himself from Mrs. Zabini.

The remaining gentlemen all followed suit, except old Flint who remained silent.

Internal strife?

I almost couldn't hold back my laughter again.

"Oh - I should have recognized your true colors a long time ago." Mrs. Zabini sneered,

"Working with you is really the worst thing I have done in my life!"

Lucius tried his best to keep the smile on his face, "This is the court, Lucretia, let's talk about anything when we get out."

"Coward." Mrs. Zabini said after all, and sat down honestly.

Bones shook his head slightly at the jury.

If it continues, it will very likely turn into a farce.

"At the end of this trial, we will combine the evidence provided by the defendant and witnesses and give the final result at the second trial next month."

Vincent quietly followed Dumbledore and left.

Preventing more deceived wizards from appearing means that it will be difficult for the masters to be convicted.

Just like the witch scum that handed over Tash before, he didn't want to see a turbulent magical world.

He returned to the castle in a good mood, said hello and disappeared directly in front of the two professors.

Snape's eyelids were twitching wildly.

There is a problem, absolutely there is a problem.

"Oh - what a pity, Severus." Dumbledore smiled as if he was gloating.

"Dumbledore, you are the little bastard you spoiled!" Snape said these words and ran towards the dungeon.

Sure enough, his office was stolen again.

The precious herbs I just bought are gone, the master potion I brewed recently is gone, and even the big bed for sleeping and the desk and chair for doing experiments are gone.

Only the small bottle at the bottom of the cabinet was still there, and it seemed that it had not even been touched.

The empty Batcave was filled with only bursts of horrifying laughter.

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Late night, Hogwarts kitchen.

The seven little ones who had finished "dividing the spoils" were happily enjoying the authentic French meal.

"Dobby, you are the one!" Fred gave a thumbs up with his left hand and grabbed a whole mutton chop with his right hand.

He and George ate soup everywhere. Dobby's cooking skills had indeed improved a lot during this time.

"Dobby is very grateful for Mr. Weasley's compliment." Dobby clasped his two little hands together and blinked his watery eyes.

"This is Dobby's honor. Dobby has never been happier."

He was moved to tears, as if he was remembering the days he lived in Malfoy Manor.

Compared to hell, where you are constantly beaten and punished, the kitchen at Hogwarts is simply heaven.

Hermione sniffed and handed him a handkerchief with sympathy.

"Dobby must not soil Miss Granger's handkerchief."

She didn't force it, but gave Dobby a hug.

"The bad days are over, Dobby, this is your new home."

Fred and George looked at each other.

Not to mention them, even Vincent saw her gentle side for the first time.

Not only did she wipe away the tears of Dobby who was crying profusely, but she also thoughtfully used magic to clean up his old pillowcase that was stained with a lot of sauce.

The house elves hiding in the corner stared at this scene.

They didn't understand why Hermione wanted to comfort Dobby, and they didn't understand why Dobby accepted such a "shameful" move.

It is natural for elves to serve wizards. Comfort is like a "reward" and something that should be ashamed of.

So they don't accept new clothes or even leftover food.

Dobby is a maverick and an outlier.

If he could change this group of people who can ignore the anti-Apparition spell...

Vincent shook his head, appreciating Hermione's stubbornness.

"Why are you all so stunned?" He brought a large plate of red wine and beef in front of him.

"Starting from tomorrow, we will face the big villain Snape."

"Brother, you are despicable!" George stretched out his hand, "How dare you enjoy this delicacy to yourself!"

The joyful atmosphere drives away depression.

Dobby, who showed a bright smile, went to make desserts for them.

Vincent pouted at the plate with only sauce left in front of him.

He only has two hands, so he really can't grab it.

The elves in the corner couldn't help but laugh secretly.

Hermione, who noticed this, quietly gestured to him.

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Potions class on Wednesday.

"Wayne, why didn't you turn in your paper?"

Vincent, who was highly nervous, knew that Snape was shameless, but he didn't expect him to be so shameless.

He didn't forget to turn in his paper, and he didn't write it in magical runes.

I definitely can't find the loophole, so I just pretend not to see it.

"Professor, is there too much homework that needs to be corrected in the office, and you accidentally missed it?"

This is a true warrior.

The little lions cheered in their hearts.

Snape jumped from the podium to him, "Wayne, are you questioning me?"

"Absolutely not."

"Wayne didn't hand in his paper, so Gryffindor will deduct 10 points."

"Professor, can I come to your office and have a look?"

"No!" Snape quickly calmed down and said

"Wayne contradicted the professor in class, and Gryffindor House deducted another 10 points."

The hope of the whole hospital was gone, and the hearts of the little lions were desolate.

Vincent did not dare to irritate Snape's fragile little nerves anymore and behaved particularly well-behaved throughout the class.

Even so, because he left two drops in the crucible when dispensing the potion, he was labeled as a waste of school resources and deducted 10 points.

When "gods" fight, "mortals" will definitely suffer.

Each little lion received 10 points, and Hermione received special "preferential treatment" of 30 points.

Although Daphne was not deducted points, she was given "preferential treatment" by Snape's gaze for 5 minutes.

190 points, a new high.

There are still two potions lessons left, so it will pass if you bear with it.

Snape, who was holding his textbook in one hand, had just walked out of the classroom when he suddenly turned back as if he remembered something.

He glanced at Harry, then glared coldly at Vincent.

Only when the sound of his footsteps disappeared completely did the little lions dare to take a deep breath.

Harry acted in the most exaggerated manner, even breaking into a cold sweat.

The gentleman's court hearing was suspended once on the weekend, and it was also suspended once after class today.

This is probably Merlin's favor.

When they all walked into the auditorium with stinky faces, they found that the dazzling red hourglass had become dim beyond words.

With a score of just over 900, it was only a few dozen points behind the second-placed Ravenclaw.

Slytherin was third and Hufflepuff was last.

Vincent's lips trembled, "There will be a Potions class tomorrow and next week. We can't go on like this."

"But what should we do?" Neville shrank his neck and wrapped his school robe tightly around his body.

"Unless Snape is not here, we will definitely get points deducted."

"Not here..."

Hermione stared at Vincent who was muttering to himself with extra vigilance.

Professors dare to shamelessly target students, and students who are forced to do anything dare to do anything.

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