This Hogwarts is not normal

The carnival lasted for two full days.

Of course, not many students can persist for two days.

But early on Sunday morning, many students yawned and walked out of the castle.

Clothes, textbooks, etc. were all packed and put into the suitcases by the house elves, and they would naturally be found in the storage room of the train when they arrived at the station.

The only exception is Vincent.

Because his mithril suitcase really became Fatty Lan’s fourth-dimensional pocket, and all his friends’ luggage was placed in it.

The most exaggerated one is Daphne, who has 7 large suitcases.

The Hogwarts Express has compartment W that is half the size of a classroom.

They have got their luggage back.

The sharp-eyed Gugu suddenly flew up and grabbed a bag of cookies.

This belongs to it and no one can take it away.

Cedric couldn't laugh or cry after his biscuit was taken away.

Normally I can't fly, but when I see something to eat I fly faster than anyone else.

Qiu hugged Gugu and said, "You can't do this. Taking other people's things is a thief's behavior."

"Gugu——"

She looked at Vincent who was doing nothing.

"It said it didn't steal, it just robbed."

Cedric looked away.

Hogwarts' most distinguished governor is unreasonable at all.

Qiu La's chubby little face said, "That's not okay either. You shouldn't grab things that don't belong to you."

After a small punishment, she picked up the cookie and gave it back to Cedric.

"Thank you - thank you." He didn't know who he was thanking with his grateful eyes.

Vincent squinted his eyes, seeming to see something.

Adolescent boys and girls...

He gave Cedric an encouraging look.

"Woo--" the train whistle sounded.

Time passes very quickly for some people, and very slowly for others.

The train drove for about an hour, and Cedric mustered up the courage to come to the other side.

Smile said a few words to Qiu, and then sat next to her.

The topic should be of interest to both parties, but Vincent is no longer interested in knowing.

Fred and George were talking about summer vacation arrangements.

Arthur, who is extremely lucky, won the annual Golden Galleons Award of the Daily Prophet last week.

The prize was a full 700 galleons, and they all thought they would spend it on travel.

The most likely location is Egypt, as their eldest brother Bill is the Gringotts Cursebreaker there.

"Old Wen, how do you plan to spend your summer vacation?"

"First I'll go to Italy, then I'll go to Germany, and maybe I'll go to France on the way."

James smiled wickedly and hooked his shoulder, "What price did Mr. Giovanni Gaste offer?"

Hermione perked her ears slightly.

The photos taken by this photographer from Italy are perfect. Most of the photos he took of them on Mount Fuji during the Christmas vacation can be directly used as magazine covers.

Sure enough, he was still staring at Vincent!

"I have already rejected Mr. Gaste."

"Then why are you going to Italy?"

"Of course I'm doing something important." Vincent pretended to be under the gaze of several pairs of big eyes.

"Do you think I would be so superficial that I would go all the way to Italy to be a male model just for that little money?

I tell you, this is impossible."

Everyone became curious.

He was so poor that all he had left was mithril, so he had to earn gold galleons.

"So, are you going to develop the Gwent market in Italy?"

Vincent smiled and met their eyes one by one, "No."

"What about France and Germany?"

"You really want to know?"

They all nodded their little heads.

"Unfortunately." He shook his head and sighed, "These are secrets that I don't intend to share."

Even Neville rolled his eyes.

James, who was nearest, stood up and sat in another seat with a look of disdain on his face.

Hogwarts' number one socialite has evolved to find fun anytime, anywhere.

You will get infected if you get too close, so you have to stay away quickly.

After a while, a brave little witch sat over.

She Niu's second place, that's fine.

Hermione looked at Vincent with interest, "Looking at how relaxed you are, you must be very confident about your summer vacation, right?"

"What's the itinerary? I just went there for a walk."

"So that's it." She smiled and looked away, "Our family is going to travel to France this year. When will you leave?"

Vincent lowered his guard slightly and said, "The election of the Wizengamot Youth Representative ends at the end of July. I should have returned from Italy before that."

"Don't be nervous, you will definitely become a representative."

"I am the only nominee in the UK, do you think I will be nervous?"

Hermione seemed to have just remembered, and suddenly sat up straight with some enlightenment.

"Yes, I almost forgot that it was the 'hush money' specially given to you by Fudge."

Vincent's expression became strange, "I always feel that you are hinting at something."

She blinked harmlessly and leaned back in her chair, "No way, I just guessed what you were going to do in Italy."

It turned out to be a cliche.

"Yeah, I'm going to do some business."

Hermione stopped her dangling little feet and showed a rather stiff smile, "You really can't say?"

"cannot."

She pouted her little mouth and sat back down opposite with a groan.

Daphne seemed to have known the result for a long time and was comforting her in a low voice.

When they looked over, Vincent responded with a friendly yet elegant smile.

Being stared at by the two little witches, the train arrived at platform nine and three-quarters at 4 p.m.

The outside was full of parents taking their children home, and the station guards maintaining order must all be Aurors pretending to be there.

Vincent said a brief goodbye to his friends, and within a few glances he spotted Eric and Evelin in the crowd.

Not only was Sam there, but he also opened his arms, as if he was expecting something.

He stepped forward and stuffed the suitcase, turned around and hugged his parents.

"How are the results?"

"First in grade."

The Waynes smiled and nodded, holding their son's hand and walking out of King's Cross Station.

Sam chased him out with a look of displeasure on his face.

There is no human touch at all, but he still works from dawn to dusk to pay off the debt.

People were coming and going on the street outside, but there were quite a few people surrounding the two parking spaces that were side by side and not very conspicuous.

Although he couldn't see clearly, Vincent recognized the dark blue and silver sports car.

The Bugatti EB 110 is a top sports car with a family-style arched air intake in the front and a lift-up two-door design.

Powered by a 3.5-liter V-12-cylinder engine, the entire vehicle is made of carbon fiber.

With a top speed of 212 miles per hour and acceleration from 0 to 100 kilometers per hour in just 3.49 seconds, it is currently the fastest production car.

Vincent smacked his lips, "Dad, what price did you offer Mr. Atioli?"

Eric puffed up his strong chest slightly, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands extraordinarily casually,

"Mr. Artioli has been very interested in Lotus cars recently, and I happen to have an old classmate who holds a lot of shares."

Lotus, also known as Lotus, was founded by the outstanding British engineer Colin Chapman.

He once served in the Air Force and has been studying aircraft since his first car, applying the concept of "aerodynamics and lightweight" to every aspect of car building.

Vincent finally knows the strength of his father Eric.

He is indeed a top student from Eton.

When the Wayne family got into two sports cars, they happened to be seen by many students.

The first to bear the brunt was Draco.

What happened to Muggle sports cars?

If you can't fly or enter the water, what can you do if you can run fast on the ground?

But the appearance is really handsome, especially the silver one.

The sound of the engine's air waves is even more thrilling, and it must feel great to drive it.

Volume 2:

The Dark Lord's self-cultivation

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