This Hogwarts is not normal

The vigorous search operation has been going on for almost half a month.

The good news is twofold:

1. The little badgers collect various feces in the Forbidden Forest every day, and no digested matter belonging to mice has been found yet.

Second, rats and mice are completely prohibited from being eaten in the Owlhouse.

And there's only one bad news.

That is the most distinguished school governor of Hogwarts, who has almost forgotten what a little field mouse feels like.

Will Master Gugu give up?

impossible!

Early in the morning, it flew towards the auditorium with a banner full of crooked words written in its mouth.

With a "pop" sound, the banner swept over Crookshanks who was lying lazily on the long table.

"Meow!"

Gugu flapped her wings vigorously and fixed the protest banner in a few clicks.

The movements are standard and so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

After waiting for a short while, students began to walk into the auditorium to enjoy breakfast.

They glanced at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and then sat down calmly as usual.

The protest slogan has been changed again.

Yesterday I still had an extreme rat lover, but today I changed to an owl and I also need some warmth.

There was another "pop" sound, and Vincent covered his little face heavily.

Except for the lack of field mice, the Owlery has been like a party every day lately.

There is still a lot of food, drink and fun, and even working time has been reduced by more than half.

Gu Gu proudly raised his round little head on the staff table.

These benefits were achieved through one-stop negotiations and strikes and protests. Judging from today's battle, there should be quite a harvest.

Vincent ate his breakfast quickly and went to class without looking back.

"Gugugu——" Gugu, who was shaking his head, seemed confident.

Crookshanks passed in front of it, his persimmon-like cat face tilted slightly, and his big round eyes seemed to have a hint of contempt.

"Meow!" This should be a beautiful cat greeting.

After attending Herbology and Charms lessons, Vincent walked into the Quidditch pitch unusually.

Based on recent experience, the castle is probably filled with protesting owls.

He had just walked a few steps when a speeding figure from the sky landed firmly in front of him.

Wood hugged him warmly with a strong circle of arms, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

"Great, you finally have time to train!"

Vincent laughed awkwardly, "Yeah, isn't there a competition next week?"

The team members in the sky also discovered him and fell down one after another as if they were fleeing.

Everyone was sweating profusely, even the new substitute players.

What was supposed to come, always came.

Wood loosened the hug and looked at Vincent carefully.

"Merlin's Golden Snidget! You must have grown up too fast!"

Vincent lowered his head and glanced at his watch. The year had reached 1995.

Before he could think of how to explain, Wood already excitedly patted his shoulder, "Okay, great!

That bastard Flint knows your broom is broken and has been clamoring to torture us since last week. I wonder if those Slytherin brats can still laugh this time."

Wood is already in seventh grade and has long regarded this year's game as more important than his own life.

The rogue rabbit is still sweeping across the company headquarters for repairs, and the pressure will inevitably come to the other team members.

That pair of resentful little eyes made even Vincent feel a little uncomfortable.

He bit the bullet and said, "The weather is not very good, let's start quickly."

The launch of the Firebolt during the summer vacation put a lot of pressure on the major broomstick companies. It happened that the Rogue Rabbit needed major repairs, so they sent over the "Beta" under testing.

Vincent walked into the lounge and opened his locker.

The first thing you see is a long box with the logo of the Broomstick Company printed on it.

He changed his clothes and then opened the long box.

Beta's design language is inherited from Alpha, and all indicators have been significantly upgraded.

Although its performance is far inferior to that of the Firebolt, its dark and sharp shape will definitely win the favor of those with good looks.

I took my broom and walked out of the stadium. It was gloomy outside and there was supposed to be a heavy rain in the next few days.

Wood has rearranged the training plan, everyone is sweating in the sky again, and there are already several students in the audience who are suspected of spying on the enemy.

Hermione came over to find someone to solve the problem and was not in a hurry when she saw him training.

She said hello to Ginny and Luna, and sat next to them to watch the players' training.

Luna's big eyes flickered back and forth between her and Vincent, who was warming up in circles in the sky, "There seems to be something different between you two."

Hermione became nervous instantly, "Really? What exactly is different?"

I used the time turner too much, and a year and a half had passed before I knew it. In the eyes of others, he seemed like a different person, growing up a lot every time I met him.

"Well -" Luna buried her head in thought.

Ginny looked away from a certain figure in the sky and looked towards Vincent.

She said casually: "I changed the broom, it looks pretty good."

Then he turned to Hermione and said, "Have you changed your makeup? You are much more mature than before."

Luna was still thinking seriously.

"By the way." Hermione quickly changed the subject, "Do you often come here to watch training?"

Luna raised her little head and replied without thinking: "Every day, starting from October."

Her big eyes turned to Ginny, "Actually, I don't really want to come, it's all because-"

"Because of me!" Ginny was a little embarrassed, "Isn't Wood about to graduate? I plan to participate in next year's player selection."

Hermione looked towards Harry who was chasing the Golden Snitch.

The little girl's eyes were filled with admiration, and she understood everything.

It's a pity that there is still a long way to go.

After such an interruption, Luna no longer struggled with what the difference was.

She was very yearning for novelty, so Hermione took off the alchemy bracelet she was wearing.

The complex and profound magic runes have more form changes than commercially available products.

Luna played with the bracelet, "My dad said it's too early for these things to subvert the magical world. Now it seems Wayne has a lot of tricks up his sleeve."

The products on the market are already good enough, and the ones Hermione wears are better than them. The ones Vincent uses for himself will only be more exaggerated.

Ginny sighed, "George and the others have been showing off to Ron lately. If it's normal..."

Regarding the disappearance of Ben Ban, everyone originally thought that Ron would come out soon, but unexpectedly, it only took him half a month to stabilize his mood.

As long as you hear a few bad words, you will collapse on the spot in a minute.

You must do well in class.

The three little witches hope so.

After the lap warm-up, Vincent officially started training.

Even though Beta has had special tweaks that swept the company, its performance still hasn't reached the heights of Rogue Rabbit.

The gap with the Firebolt is even greater. Fortunately, student competitions don't need to use units of 10,000.

Vincent winked at Wood and motioned for him to look toward the auditorium.

Among the students below who were spying on information, there was a sneaky one wearing a hat.

With a body that rivals that of a gorilla, who else could Flint be if he wasn't the captain of the Slytherin team?

Deliberately showing extremely poor performance not only confuses the opponent but also eliminates the need for high-intensity training.

It was the best of both worlds, except that the team members' eyes became more resentful, as if they wanted to eat something alive.

After lunch training was over, Hermione immediately caught Vincent trying to sneak away.

Whatever is supposed to come will come no matter how you hide.

It's just a coo, it's best not to go too far.

However, not long after the afternoon class ended, owl feathers were scattered all over the corridors of the castle. It was obvious at a glance that the negotiations had broken down.

"Damn Wayne!" Filch cursed and cleaned.

The distinguished school manager cannot be offended.

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