This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After Goyle was hit by the disarming curse and lost his wand, Ron was unable to release the spell smoothly.

But that's nothing.

"Break his fingers!"

Snape quickly stood in front of Vincent, "Did I ask you to speak?"

"No?"

"No."

"oh."

Ron on the stage got up with a grimace.

It's not that he's not good at it, it's just that the wand is too tricky.

"Expelliarmus—"

Crabbe cast seven disarming spells in succession, but he narrowly dodged them one by one.

Snape had a sullen face and looked towards his students.

Draco, who was capable, was beaten by Vincent, while Goyle and Crabbe were too cumbersome and slow.

"Weasley,

let go! "

Crabbe cried in pain.

The students subconsciously covered their index fingers.

It was all broken, and Ron still refused to let go.

"Bang -" The two fell to the ground and started wrestling.

Snape's face was extremely gloomy.

As expected, Crabbe loosened his hand holding the wand.

"Granger!"

"Parkinson!"

Pansy, who looked like a poodle, sneered at Hermione as soon as she came on stage.

"start!"

Snape no longer expected to win.

This little witch who can cast a coma spell on Voldemort has a lot of practical experience like Vincent.

Pansy was knocked back a few steps, and her wand flew into Hermione's hand.

But on the way down,

Unwilling to admit defeat, Pansy stretched out her little feet to the side.

Hermione lost her balance,

Slammed hard on the floor.

Vincent dug out the desk.

"Fuck!" Alfred jumped in front of Pansy,

He clenched his fists and stared at her.

"Go back!" Snape grabbed him by the back of his collar.

The little lions were all very angry.

Unconvinced after losing, he resorted to these little tricks.

In comparison, Draco is considered a gentleman.

"Are you okay?" Vincent helped Hermione up and found that she was always covering her mouth.

"Knocked out a tooth?"

He received a sharp glare.

"Professor, Hermione needs to go to the campus hospital."

Snape waved his hand with extreme impatience.

"Longbottom and Bursted!"

This group must win no matter what.

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As soon as he arrived at the school hospital, Vincent was rushed into the corridor by Madam Pomfrey.

"You're fine..." He treated Hermione like a buddy, and he would never dislike her just because she had a missing tooth.

Standing outside alone, it really feels like standing alone.

"Real ink marks..."

After waiting for a few minutes, he realized that this good friend was a girl.

After Madam Pomfrey inside was disinfected, she carefully replaced the fallen front teeth.

"Really, schools should cancel these dangerous classes."

She picked up a mirror and said, "Let's take a look. It shouldn't be any different from before."

Hermione was a little shy, "Well,

lady.

Just can you..."

"What can you do?" Madam Pomfrey turned back and glanced at Vincent who was standing outside the window.

"Are you sure you want this?"

It’s normal for girls to love beauty.

A little witch like Hermione who is so focused on studying and has no time to dress up is extremely rare in the wizarding world.

Even if Sprout is slovenly now, many boys would pursue him if he could dress up when he was young.

"lady,

I'm pretty sure. "

Among the many evil curses,

There is an incisor racquet stick that changes the size of the teeth.

Thanks to some naughty children, Madam Pomfrey had prepared many potions that could permanently maintain the effects of magic.

Vincent waited outside until a large number of classmates came over after class, and the "minor operations" inside were still in progress.

"Is she seriously injured?"

"Probably."

While he was wondering, Hermione came out.

"I'm fine. Madam's craftsmanship is very good."

"Oh." Vincent didn't notice any difference.

He turned to look at Neville, whose face was swollen on one side, "Did Burst beat him?"

"Yes, but I took his wand."

Neither of them could cast the disarming spell, so they had to use the physical version.

The process was uneventful, and many jaws even dropped.

"Neville was really brave. He bit Burst's arm and didn't let go."

"Why isn't he here?" When Hermione saw everyone looking at Vincent, she understood how intimidating this man was.

"That's not who I am."

"Oh~"

A large group of smiling little lions made him feel helpless and sad.

"Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"Your front teeth..."

Hermione stood in front of Vincent, "Is it weird?"

"It's okay, it's not as conspicuous as before."

Only then did the little lions realize that her front teeth had become smaller, and her overall facial features looked much more coordinated.

"If you look carefully -" Vincent tilted his head and looked at her profile, "you still have to solve the problem of your hair being severely dry and split."

"Oh, what else?"

"Eat more nutritious food."

I don’t know if it’s because I was under too much pressure to study since I was young.

Hermione looked like she was underdeveloped.

"So that's it." She finally understood why her big bowl was full.

"It's lunch time."

When Vincent took everyone downstairs to cook, he was still educating people on the concept of proper nutritional intake.

"Isn't it okay to be a vegetarian?" Lavender looked down at his round belly.

“Extreme vegetarianism is not an option.”

"Can't we just not exercise?"

"Protein will accumulate into fat."

Vincent patted Neville's arm, which was much stronger than when he entered school.

"If you really can't persist, I suggest finding a responsible person to supervise."

"Like you?" Lavender quickly closed her mouth.

This little wizard, who is busier than Dumbledore, obviously has no extra energy to pay attention to these things.

The small paper only had to be completed during the Christmas vacation, so Hermione volunteered: "I will supervise you."

"You?" Lavender shuddered.

They're all in the same dormitory, so even if they want to be lazy, they won't be able to do anything.

As soon as the mighty little lions arrived in the auditorium, the eyes of the Slytherin table came over.

After the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, all members of Gryffindor were successfully disarmed.

Draco's face looked ugly.

He knows what his Head of House wants to do, and he also has the Slytherin trait of not giving up any opportunity.

But I really can’t pull this face off.

"Wayne——"

This hoarse low moan was enough to describe his extremely complicated mood.

"Draco, how did I just do?"

"Not so good." He stretched out his hand to push Pansy away from his sight.

After passing through countless little heads, I was finally able to see Vincent clearly, who looked like stars looming over the moon.

"He's their focus." Draco looked around.

As long as there are enough benefits, he believes that no one can reject him.

"Draco, why do you always care so much about Wayne?" Pansy blocked her eyes again.

"No reason."

Draco pushed her away again, "Your methods are too childish. They are not a group of stupid lions without brains now."

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