This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Chapter 146 Is he very powerful?

When it came to the practical part, Vincent really lived up to everyone's expectations and blew up a large ball of air.

At that time, those Gryffindor students who didn't know what was going on were all scared, thinking that he was studying evil curses such as blasting spells.

"Don't be nervous, this is normal."

Seamus, who was writing a paper on Transfiguration, immediately raised his little head, "See, I will be angry with anyone who calls me a blasting genius in the future!"

Dean next to him suddenly stood up, "Okay, blasting genius."

"Don't run!"

"I don't agree to this, blasting genius~"

Seamus spread his wings like a roc, but the other party rolled on the spot to avoid it.

His knees hit the floor, but he quickly stood up as if nothing had happened.

Dean was like a flexible and naughty little monkey, jumping up and down in the common room.

Percy, who was seriously disturbed, wanted to scold a few words, but he caught a glimpse of Vincent's wand emitting a light blue light.

"This is--" Dean, who was pressed to the ground, was slightly stunned.

Seamus saw the opportunity and poked two fingers directly.

"Ouch——" This move of picking the nose is not a regular fighting skill.

Percy quickly came to Vincent, "Although the range is a little small, it is indeed the end of all curses."

Seamus looked back.

If he had failed ten times, he might have given up.

Merlin really would not let down the little wizard who persisted in his efforts.

The twins and Cedric both collapsed in the chair.

Percy then noticed the presence of the two little badgers.

They were all in the same club, so he decided to pretend not to see them.

"How did you do it?"

"Secret." Vincent shook the alder wand in his hand lightly, "Vice President, do you have time to accompany me to do the strength test?"

"This——" Percy hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement.

Seamus quickly pulled out two fingers and wiped them on Dean's clothes with disgust on his face.

"Explosive genius, our friendship ends here!"

"Shhh - don't talk."

The tables and chairs near Vincent and Percy were cleared, and they were staring at each other from a distance of ten feet.

"Let's start."

With Rolf's order, both of them raised their wands at the same time.

"Faint on the ground -" Percy pointed his wand forward, but the tip of the wand did not move.

The spell he really used was the dance spell that was released silently afterwards.

In addition to Quirrell's unexpected use of silent spells, you can also use it like him to make a feint to the east and attack in the west.

Although the alder wand hit the air for the first time, Vincent finally eliminated all the spells constructed with the tip of the wand before the spell hit.

Percy quickly lowered his wand, "Faint on the ground -"

The alder wand that turned half a circle was held tightly again.

The coma spell was also eliminated.

"Very good." Percy put away his wand, "Flint is in big trouble this time, relying on reaction speed to make up for the shortcoming of small range."

Wizards are not used to fighting with their bodies. Even if Marcus is a little bigger, he certainly won't win as much as Vincent.

"Open the market, open--"

As soon as the twins shouted, Percy pulled out his wand again.

"Don't run away, you two!"

Poor vice president, was led away by their feint to the east and attack to the west.

Cedric and Rolf left quietly.

Before leaving, they all cheered Vincent in various ways, hoping to seriously injure the gorilla-like Marcus and let him lie in the school hospital for a month.

Hermione sighed helplessly after hearing this.

Before Christmas, Hufflepuff had a Quidditch match against Slytherin.

The two innocent little badgers were completely corrupted.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Illusion, Mr. Wayne."

Vincent wanted to complain about her little expression of slightly puffing cheeks.

"Granger--nothing."

He always unconsciously ignores the fact that she is a girl.

Perhaps in the original story, Harry and Ron are also like this.

"I'm going to sleep."

"Don't you want to eat something?"

Hermione stopped and clenched her fists with a tangled face.

"I'll go change clothes first."

"Oh." Vincent pointed his wand at the piled tables and chairs and put them back in place.

Everything is ready, just waiting for a full meal and a good sleep.

The atmosphere in the Slytherin common room is completely the opposite.

Not only did Marcus not wait for the opportunity, he even used various evil curses at high intensity.

"Silently--flames--millions of bullets--"

Snape stood up and left with his hands crossed and his chin supported.

There was no sadness or joy on his face, and it looked like he didn't have much hope.

"Professor is disappointed?" Pansy's rainbow face has become much lighter. "Even if Wayne knows the Shield Charm, he can only passively defend, right?"

Draco shook his head gently, "No, he didn't say anything, which is the best performance."

If Snape thinks it's not good, Marcus is already being scolded.

The fact that he didn't say a word can only mean that he is barely satisfied, but he doesn't feel completely sure.

"Is Wayne very powerful?" Daphne, with faint red marks on her cheeks, looked at Draco seriously.

"It's not a question of whether he is powerful or not." He paused for a moment to ease his inexplicable excitement.

"I don't know how he dealt with Quirrell, but including the last Quidditch game, he didn't seem to be very serious."

"You mean-"

"Yes, maybe he didn't care about us at all."

A strange sense of shame slowly enveloped Daphne's heart.

After looking at Marcus who was still casting various curses, she gradually regained her confidence.

The same goes for Draco.

Only Pansy and Blaise still looked proud.

"Tch, no matter how powerful they are, they are all Muggle-born. There is no way they can compare with us outside of school."

This truth was recognized by Pansy, "He was just lucky enough to receive a Merlin Order of Merlin medal. Maybe it was a third-class medal for contribution to entertainment."

"That's good!" Blaise smiled particularly sinisterly, "A mudblood stops a shabby professor, I feel happy just thinking about it."

Fudge, the Minister of Magic, seemed to have tightly sealed all sources of information.

After all, even old Malfoy only knew that Quirrell had used the Unforgivable Curse, and he didn't get any more inside information based on his connections.

It was almost time for curfew before Marcus stopped contentedly.

"Go back to the dormitory. I will punish Wayne severely tomorrow."

When the students were almost gone, he came to Black Swan's exclusive round table and sat down with a confident look on his face.

"How sure are you?"

"Ten percent is a bit exaggerated, let's say 70 percent."

Draco raised his eyebrows, "What's left?"

"Amplification potions, magic props, unlimited rules."

Marcus smiled confidently, "But that's enough for now."

Of course they also knew that Dumbledore would set various restrictions.

Draco pretended to be calm and said: "Our goal is not to win, but to embarrass Wayne."

"Definitely." Marcus' expression turned cold instantly.

"I don't want him to be in Gryffindor!