This Hogwarts is not normal

Even if the search operation is intercepted, Vincent does not intend to give up.

You've come here, but you can't go back empty-handed.

Hermione hesitated several times before finally giving up.

To a certain extent, they are actually the same kind of people.

Once you decide to do something, you will go all out to complete it.

So, what should we do to break through the floor full of strong glue and successfully reach the Batcave?

The answer is transfiguration.

The only thing that limits the development of Transfiguration is wizards who lack imagination.

Extend the wall and then lengthen it, and finally hang it on the floor.

After completing all this, Vincent looked at his left hand holding the wand in surprise.

Although it's not very complicated, I don't feel tired after casting it.

It seemed that after turning those hundreds of spikes into buckles on the chain, he had made incredible progress in object deformation.

Different from usual practice, this time the progress feels like a leap.

It's hard to explain, but your intuition can be more spontaneous.

The alder wand was gently waved towards the extended wall to create the floor, and dense and delicate patterns quickly covered it.

I felt a little tired, but it was far from tired.

The spreading pattern is like a sharp knife, dividing the smooth floor into small pieces of ceramic tiles.

Hermione was so surprised that she broke the Bubble Charm and covered her mouth tightly.

Dozens or hundreds of transformations were done at the same time, and it didn't look too forced.

"You-" she quickly lowered her voice, "how on earth did you do it?"

Vincent shook his head blankly, "I don't know, I just know that this is not my limit yet."

The mana surges in the aftermath of the disaster?

this……

The loss of control of the broomstick counts once, Grindelwald's killing curse counts once, and facing a large group of werewolves tonight counts as the third time?

Although she couldn't figure out the reason, Hermione was really happy for him.

She smiled as she watched him change the colors of the tiles according to the rules, eventually forming a Hogwarts emblem covering the entire suspended floor.

Vincent waved his hand and turned to look at Hermione, "What do you think? Can you pass the O.W.L.S exam smoothly?"

"Definitely." Her answer was full of affirmation.

After putting on the Bubble Charm again, the two of them walked gently onto the transformed floor, carefully avoiding the viscous snot-like liquid.

When the light shone into the Batcave, they both stared blankly in place again.

This is no longer the level of destruction, this is the arrival of a professional demolition team.

The originally somewhat shabby workbench disappeared, leaving only sawdust on the floor.

The cabinet where the potions were stored was broken into pieces, and the ingredients in the bottles and jars were mixed with the potions and bubbled.

There are many small pieces on the ground, probably from the stone pensieve.

As for the rooms, they are even more spectacular.

Stepping on the extended floor and walking in, the first thing you can see is the large hanging bed.

It was covered with dense claw marks and hung precariously from the ceiling by sheets.

Then came the open wardrobe and a large group of black rags, and finally an indescribable mass spread evenly on the wall.

"Ugh..." Vincent and Hermione quickly exited.

This werewolf is so disgusting that the traces were wiped away with his claws.

There might be one or two potions that hadn't been broken, but neither of them wanted to stay any longer.

"Snape really won't kill him?"

"Maybe...probably...should...not..."

The two of them shivered inexplicably.

The magical creation cannot be restored with a Restoration Charm, nor can the painted wall of the room be removed.

It's both heartbreaking and disgusting, and there's absolutely nothing that can break your defenses more easily than this.

Very suddenly, they began to sympathize with Snape.

But after arriving on the eighth floor, this undue sympathy disappeared in an instant.

Because the final test has come.

There are three figures at the end of the corridor, the short one on the left, the tall and thin figure in the middle, and the fat one on the right.

Vaguely, their eyes seemed to be glowing red.

Vincent quickly started a round of brainstorming and decided to sell Snape after only 0.01 seconds.

He ran over, shouting anxiously as he ran: "No! Professor Snape killed someone!"

Flitwick on the left and Sprout on the right couldn't hold their nerves for a moment, and Mag's tightly pursed lips were trembling slightly.

Not only did Snape not get caught, but he was bitten in return.

The professors were trying hard to maintain their appearance, and Hermione, who stayed where she was, was holding back her face until she turned red.

As expected of Wayne, he is a good actor.

Vincent ran to the professors and gasped in an exaggerated manner, "Snape... Snape teaches him... he is in the Forbidden Forest..."

Mag's face was stiff, "Mr. Wayne, please take a good breath first and then explain everything clearly."

Vincent immediately stopped pretending and put on a flattering face, "Professor, actually we..."

As the only model students in the third grade of Hogwarts, a thousand-year-old prestigious school, he and Hermione naturally have the obligation to protect the school while enjoying their privileges.

"Pfft-" Flitwick and Sprout almost laughed out loud.

McGonagall's face began to darken, and Vincent quickly added: "We are the brave and fearless Gryffindor! That pink toad obviously wants to get over to the lake!"

Therefore, two model students chose to follow.

As expected, Umbridge just acted casually and went back.

Omitting the disgusting ostentation details, Vincent jumped directly to the crux of the matter.

The ghost story of the Shrieking Shack was true, and they suspected that the man hiding inside was Sirius Black, the escaped gangster from Azkaban.

Mag's expression softened slightly, "Miss Granger, is what Mr. Wayne said true?"

Hermione trotted forward quickly.

She nodded without blushing or out of breath, "Yes, Professor, that person ran away as soon as he saw us, so Vincent and I had to chase after him immediately."

It's too overestimating, but it's exactly in line with Gryffindor's characteristics.

Seeing that the emphasis just now had an effect, Vincent quickly struck while the iron was hot and continued to explain honestly.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Unfortunately, they guessed the wrong answer, and unfortunately they were discovered by the tall and lanky werewolf.

"Okay." McGonagall interrupted him suddenly, "Professor Snape came over and asked you to return to the castle quickly, right?"

Vincent and Hermione shook their heads at the same time.

The tall and lanky werewolf was just the beginning, they would face a large group of werewolves next.

The three professors became more and more frightened as they listened.

The suitcase is for using the gun blade, and the rogue rabbit is for escaping.

But the irrational werewolf leader was so cruel that he fell from a height of hundreds of feet and survived, and he still wanted to seek revenge on them.

Flitwick and Sprout clenched their little hands, but Mag's expression was a bit intriguing.

She carefully looked at Vincent who was chattering away from top to bottom, as if there was something more attractive to her than exciting adventure stories.

"At the last moment, Professor Snape arrived."

Vincent felt embarrassed when Mag looked at him.

He took a deep breath and straightened his chest, "Professor Snape is a good professor who 'loves' his students. It stands to reason that he will 'personally escort' us back."

Flitwick and Sprout had worries written all over their faces.

Mag also had a point, but she was more confused.

"We speculate that Professor Snape has a grudge against the werewolf, and maybe now..."

The three professors looked at each other in silence.

There is definitely a certain degree of exaggeration, but this thing is probably true.

"Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, I hope you won't go anywhere and wait quietly in the auditorium for our return."

After Mag finished speaking, he took Flitwick and Sprout and left quickly.

I walked a little anxiously, but finally passed the test smoothly.

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