This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Among the three unforgivable curses, the Killing Curse is an evil magic that does not cause any wounds, but only takes away life. perform

"You said you escaped the killing curse?" Draco's lips trembled a little, "Do you know how it works? Wayne!"

"I didn't hide."

His expression became natural again.

Vincent raised the table knife slightly, "I blocked it with a sword and cut it in half."

Draco stood up suddenly, "Liar!

Nothing can protect against the Killing Curse! You liar! "

Vincent smiled and said nothing,

Cut off a small piece of toast with a table knife.

The eyes of the Great Hall turned to Harry.

"Impossible..." Draco's hand holding the table was trembling.

Of course he realized why the Ministry did what it did.

By concealing the news of the Killing Curse, the wizards would not be thrown into panic and reminded of the man from eleven years ago.

Who was published in the newspaper?

the slightly famous Vincent;

Newt Scamander's grandson Rolf;

a pair of Weasley twins;

Cedric, a third grade honors student;

And the equally wonderful Hermione.

Three true purebloods, one relatively pure pureblood, and two Muggle-borns.

This combination is perfect for publicity, and neither party can fault it.

Draco glanced at Vincent who was enjoying breakfast elegantly again,

I found that my behavior was no different from that of the clown.

"Wayne, do you think you are as great as Potter?"

"No, I just need to be greater than you."

Sporadic discussion sounded in the auditorium.

The content of the Daily Prophet may not be reliable,

But Quirrell is a 100% proven dark wizard.

Among the six people who fought him off, despite the twins' mischievous personalities, they were all excellent in their own way.

What about Draco Malfoy?

Excellent background, excellent family?

Several Slytherin students looked at him with even a little contempt.

"Just put gold in your face, Wayne."

Draco stopped the trembling of his hands, "Time will prove who is right!"

Vincent didn't say anything back, but just stared at him very calmly.

Judging from the performance of the two, the students generally understood who was right.

"Humph!" Draco's face was filled with unwillingness, and he led his two younger brothers out of the auditorium.

He could foresee that in the next period of time, his family would probably strictly prohibit him from going to trouble Vincent.

In order to completely distance himself from Voldemort, he may even join the Court of Owls Club.

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In the next few days, Draco did not come to trouble him.

Even the most outrageous things he did were just glaring at Vincent frequently.

Hogwarts kitchen.

"He must have been warned by Old Malfoy." Fred's guess was reasonable.

Convincing.

The Ministry of Magic is going to start focusing on promoting them,

I'm afraid it will be extremely quiet during this time.

Vincent came out and pointed the big bowls behind him in front of several people.

"I'm more curious about who will teach Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Gu Liu——" George looked away from the tomato and egg noodles in front of him.

"Old Bat dreams of taking over as a substitute teacher."

"It should be him." Hermione didn't have any bad reaction.

I can survive Potions class,

Are you still afraid of Defense Against the Dark Arts classes?

Vincent hesitated and finally chose the fork, "Don't be like this, Snape still has two brushes."

"Merlin~ Please protect us from being poisoned~"

After finishing their pre-meal prayers, the twins turned their attention to the noodles.

Without commenting, Cedric and Rove almost finished a large bowl of noodles.

Hermione was halfway through eating when she started to get confused.

It is rich in nutrients and tastes very good.

But every time I eat this big bowl of noodles, I have to exercise for an hour or two.

"What's wrong? Does it taste bad?"

"No." She lowered her head and continued eating.

"That's right!" Fred stopped suddenly, "My dad changed all the gold galleons, from 300 to 4,500 pounds."

"Isn't it five pounds and one galleons?" Vincent saw the look in his eyes and knew that he had found the right person.

Why do wizards want Muggle pounds?

Buying food?

Or buying clothes?

The upper limit of the amount of subsidies given by the Ministry of Magic to Muggle families is 100 Galleons per year. The pounds exchanged are either invested in the Muggle financial market by the goblins, or they are exchanged for gold Galleons at a low price.

As an official of the Ministry of Magic, it is not difficult for Mr. Weasley to enjoy a discount.

"4,500 pounds..." Confusion flashed in Vincent's eyes.

Although a certain big country is about to disintegrate, anyone who wants to reap benefits from it will definitely be suspected.

You can't buy top-quality musical instruments, but you can still get a few pretty good ones.

When I think of home,

He was a little frightened inside.

The interior space of the piano is so large, it is normal to hide some small items.

"Sure!" Vincent suddenly slumped in his chair.

"What's wrong with you?"

"My parents wrote to me a few days ago to ask what happened. At that time, I wrote a short story to fool them."

"You mean..." Hermione did not dare to continue.

Fred and George both stopped what they were doing.

"Brother, how many unsaleable items do you have in your house?"

"I don't know the specifics." Vincent stared blankly at the ceiling, "Anyway, having a Quirrell come every year is enough."

"Gu Liu——"

He was stunned by the five pairs of big eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, I'll be embarrassed."

Hermione's mouth twitched sharply, "The Daily Prophet is quite prescient."

"That's right." George drawled, "Really? The only son of the largest arms dealer in Europe~"

"I'm not, I didn't."

"Stop pretending." Cedric smiled naively, "You might as well put a few big things in the activity room. This will be much more effective than Gwent or something like that."

"I agree." Luo Fe put on the same smile, "It would be best to have some aircraft and tanks. My grandpa always said these things are very powerful."

Vincent rolled his eyes and glanced at them one by one, "My house is just a gun shop, not an arms company.

Even if an armored vehicle comes from the top of the sky, do you really think my father is some kind of military boss? "

He felt guilty as soon as he finished speaking.

During the Christmas vacation next month, I have to go home anyway.

"Are you feeling guilty?"

"No."

"You clearly have a guilty conscience."

"Really not, this is your illusion."

Hermione's suspicious little eyes made him feel uncomfortable.

"Ahem - this topic is too heavy."

Vincent cleared his throat, "Why don't we talk about the substitute Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"What's there to talk about, old Bat?" Fred curled his lips, "He might be better than Quirrell, but what's the use?"

Snape, who exuded low pressure all over his body, would be fine if he didn't frighten the little wizards.

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