This Hogwarts is not normal

If it weren't for the fact that the Owl Club had Dumbledore's signature as a guarantee, Malfoy would have objected to anything he said.

Draco raised his chin high, making Harry frown involuntarily.

Ron next to him glared at him, "No one will join your club, Malfoy!"

"I'll join!" Crabbe and Goyle both smiled.

Ron's face turned red after being slapped on the spot.

"I won't join anyway!"

Harry quickly pulled him to sit down.

Although Quirrell, who was still shivering, didn't say anything, the impact of such a violation of classroom discipline was not good.

It was just that Ron sat down, but his eyes were always staring at Draco.

Hermione, who was also sitting next to him, always felt that this kind of indifferent behavior was very familiar.

She turned her attention to Vincent who was holding his chin.

That kind of serious disease is actually contagious!

"Are you scared? Weasley!"

Draco acted as if Quirrell didn't exist, and spat out a lot of sarcastic words.

The Slytherin points have been cleared, so it wouldn't be a loss to drag Gryffindor along with them.

How could the impulsive little lions bear this tone?

Simo stood up with a big dark face, "I dare to join, do you dare to agree?"

Draco glanced contemptuously, "I will not allow trolls to appear in my club."

The T, the worst grade at Hogwarts, refers to Troll.

Seamus, whose face was dark and red, picked up the wand and said, "You shouldn't say that, Malfoy!"

Seeing that a fight was about to start, Quirrell stood up and said, "No fighting in class - no fighting."

His right hand was shaking violently, as if he was about to let go of the wand at any moment.

"Did you hear that?" Draco sat firmly on his chair, "Finigan's head is full of cinders!"

"Hahaha——" Crabbe and Goyle laughed arrogantly.

Quirrell, who was completely disrespected, trembled even more.

Judging from the current situation, he should be planning to endure it.

Vincent smiled and met his evasive eyes, "Professor, are you okay?"

"No - it's okay."

Crabbe and Goyle both stopped laughing at the same time.

Draco looked away angrily.

"Wayne, I thought you would always be a coward!"

Vincent had no intention of responding to this provocation.

But calculating the Gryffindor house points, he couldn't just pretend that it never happened.

"Malfoy, I don't have the courage to openly violate classroom discipline."

Seamus sat down quickly.

Crabbe and Goyle, who were stared at by many eyes, both looked at Draco with understanding.

He glanced at Quirrell, who was about to cry, "Professor, none of us stood up like Weasley and Finnigan."

After successfully dragging Gryffindor into the water, he looked at Vincent again provocatively.

"S--Slytherin and Gryffindor both--have five points deducted."

Quirrell put away his wand with trembling hands, "Let's finish class."

After saying this, his whole body was swaying as if he was exhausted.

"Haha——" Draco drawled and stood up, leading the two younger brothers out of the classroom as if victorious.

Maybe he didn't think there was anything wrong with him, but Harry still couldn't agree with this method.

Essentially, the Sorting Hat's judgment was correct.

"Damn Malfoy!"

Ron clenched his fists and scolded each other after all the Slytherin students left.

As if he didn't realize his mistake, his tone became more and more serious.

"He only hit me last week with a sneak attack..."

Draco not only became synonymous with despicableness in his mouth, but also a villain who would emit a foul stench when he opened his mouth.

Just as more and more people joined in the condemnation, Vincent quietly followed Quirrell out of the classroom.

"Professor, please wait a moment——"

"Ah! So it's you, Wayne."

Quirrell patted his chest like a frightened little white rabbit, "You--what's wrong with you?"

"Professor, I have to say sorry to you."

Vincent bent down sincerely, "If something like this happens again, you can deduct points at will."

Quirrell, who was smiling unnaturally, glanced at the mask he was wearing.

"I know what to do, Mr. Wayne."

"I hope this helps, Professor."

Vincent said goodbye politely and left.

Quirrell looked at his disappearing back, listened to the condemnation in the classroom again, and looked at the forest outside the castle through the window with a sullen face.

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Afternoon, flying lessons.

As soon as Mrs. Huo Qi blew the whistle, about thirty broomsticks took off one after another.

Draco deliberately flew higher than Vincent.

He was so arrogant that he wanted to be beaten, and he clearly wanted to cause trouble.

But after what happened in the morning, the little lions just stared at him with wide eyes.

"A bunch of cowards~"

He flew steadily in front of Vincent, "Wayne, do you dare to compete with me?"

"Not interested in."

After a few words of ridicule, he flew to the other side.

"Weasley, do you dare to compete with me?"

Ron was about to agree, but Harry refused first.

"Potter, you will only become more and more cowardly by following them."

"I can't, Malfoy."

Draco turned his back lightly and said, "I will always leave a place for you in my club, Potter."

Before Ron could start cursing, he was already flying towards Slytherin.

The method is a bit clumsy, but the effect is still quite good.

Among the Gryffindors who were made mentally unbalanced, only Vincent and Harry successfully performed the tumbling action demonstrated by Mrs. Hooch.

On the Slytherin side, there were a full five people.

Two versus five, lost.

"Boring." Vincent completely ignored Draco's second letter of challenge.

It's still the same place, still the same time.

Score twice?

I'm afraid I'm not repeating my old tricks!

"Gee, you're so disappointing, Wayne~"

"Saturday night, trophy room." Draco swaggered away in a high-pitched voice, "I'll wait until the early hours of the morning."

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Vincent didn't even need to think about it, he knew that this low-level provocation was not aimed at him, but at the group of little lions whose anger levels exceeded the upper limit.

Especially Seamus and Dean, they whispered something and left together.

"Don't you do something?" Hermione hurriedly followed him, "Malfoy obviously wants us to make mistakes on our own initiative."

Vincent suddenly stopped and spread his hands helplessly towards her, "I know, but if they don't grow up, they will fall into the trap next time."

Lowering the temperature will only make the flammable and explosive Gryffindor explode even more completely in the future.

The little lion who has so much to share is now really having a hard time uniting.

Hermione lowered her little head weakly, "You are as calm as a Slytherin."

"Thank you for the compliment." Vincent stepped into the castle, "You don't look like a Gryffindor in the traditional sense."

She raised her head and took a look, "I just hope that people who want to go there won't be isolated like me."

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