This Hogwarts isn't normal.

There are many fighting styles, some are simple, while others are very complicated.

For example, a family that once wreaked havoc in the small town of Birmingham and sewed blades into the brim of their hats used the street style.

They don't follow routines and are accustomed to carrying weapons with them.

Even if they are just holding a wooden stick, don't underestimate this group of people.

The "fierce, accurate and ruthless" in their hearts is more powerful than some Muay Thai practitioners.

"How do you know these gangs so well?"

"My great-grandfather was in a gang and quit when my grandfather was born."

Hermione nodded as if she had suddenly realized something, "No wonder you always have so many weird ideas."

Vincent twitched his mouth slightly, "He's not a bad guy, my grandfather said he was forced by life."

In the last century, the total industrial output was still the first, and it has been so until the end of the century.

In his great-grandfather's era, there was even a strike wave of nearly two million people.

Joining a gang became the only way out for British gentlemen at that time.

"Uh--" Hermione felt a little guilty when he looked at her.

She wasn't sure if anyone in her family had ever been in a gang, after all, it was eighty years ago.

"What's your martial arts style?"

"Me? I don't have any martial arts style."

"Huh???"

Vincent was very satisfied with her surprised expression, "My father learned some simple and practical fighting skills in the army, and you can see that what I use is not very fancy.

"Like Taekwondo?"

"Yes. "

Inside the East Asian Monster Room lives a cosmic superpower, where people are full of confidence and love to show off their "traditions".

The American soldiers picked up the leftover ham and cheese, and added some of their own "traditional food" to become the so-called "troop hot pot".

The Ming Dynasty costumes of the only great country in the East were slightly modified, and they directly occupied the name of this type of clothing.

It's a bit ridiculous that the spirit of Taekwondo is etiquette, shame, patience, self-denial, and perseverance.

Hermione didn't like this country after hearing it.

The typical person is addicted to food, and it is estimated that he can fight with the golden-haired classmate on equal terms.

"Ah--" Draco in the dormitory sneezed four or five times in a row.

Winter is here, and this dungeon can actually drop below zero degrees?

He reached out and tapped the large glass that could see the bottom of the black lake.

The ugly mermaid outside swam over.

"Muggle lake water is useless!"

Look at the black lake outside, it didn't freeze at such a low temperature.

"Draco, they are having a party in the auditorium. "Crabbe was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and was wiping his wet hair with a towel.

"Not interested." Draco didn't care about the clothes of the two followers.

With this body shape, it's not strange to have such a physique.

"Our lunch..."

"Will you die if you skip a meal?"

"I heard that they got Dumbledore's approval and can hold it until the evening."

"Good-for-nothing!" Draco's face quickly returned to normal, "You go if you want to go, I'm not interested in Wayne's party."

"Oh." Crabbe took a set of clothes and went back to the shower room to find Goyle who forgot to bring clothes.

It's just two meals, and you won't starve to death.

There are actually quite a few Slytherin students in the hall.

They have pure blood and half-blood, but there are no holy twenty-eight families.

Crabbe and Goyle's brains are down.

Just leave after eating, why sit down and play cards.

Playing cards doesn't matter, the key is Gwent.

"This is helping the enemy!" Goyle opened his mouth and tore off a large piece of lamb leg.

"That's right!" Crabbe swallowed the game pie in his mouth, "No, if Wayne can do it, why can't we?"

"Yes, who said that Gwent is theirs!"

The two smart guys just returned to the dormitory after eating and drinking, and they said this idea that could bring a fatal blow to the Court of Owls.

"Stupid, do you think it can be issued without Dumbledore's consent?"

"Ah this--" Goyle scratched his big head, "Draco, doesn't your family have a lot of connections?"

"That's in the British Isles!"

Crabbe slapped his forehead after realizing it, "That's right, Wayne's Gwent obviously has more than just Hogwarts and Fantastic Beasts."

Draco looked at him as if he was an idiot.

"Except for Dumbledore's magical prowess and international reputation, the rest is basically not as strong as our Malfoy family."

"That's right!" Goyle raised his head suddenly, "The food was prepared by Hufflepuff students, and they, Gryffindor, were just responsible for serving the dishes."

Draco thought he would have some wise ideas, but his face turned black when he heard this.

"I'm not going!"

"Oh."

The boys who were also unwilling to go were Marcus and Blaise, two brothers in distress.

The former had just lost face, and the latter's golden light had just faded away.

Oh, and there was the tall and thin Theodore Nott.

He was a lone wolf in Slytherin, and never formed cliques or joined in the fun.

Like Draco, his father was also a Death Eater.

He was one of the earliest elders.

Cantankerus Nott, who wrote "Pure-Blood List" decades ago, was his grandfather's biological brother.

Such a distinguished young master could only stay in the dormitory and eat bread.

But at least he had something to eat, unlike Draco who starved until sunset.

"Goo--"

Crabbe and Goyle stood up as if they had been called.

"We'll bring something back."

"No need."

Such a stubborn and willful young master, no wonder he felt that the temperature in this dungeon had reached below zero.

"Get out of my sight quickly--" Draco said weakly.

"Oh."

Crabbe and Goyle left without looking back.

If he didn't eat more, how could he have a good body to protect this thin young master?

It was reasonable and convincing.

They came to the hall again and found two little girls wearing long cloaks sitting at the long table.

"Why do they look so familiar?"

"It's Parkinson and Greengrass!"

As a pure blood, not only did he not set an example, but he even covered his face tightly.

"They are betraying!" Crabbe was so angry that he stuffed a whole pork chop into his mouth.

Goyle cut a large meat pie with a sad face.

"No wonder both of their families are in such a state. Their self-control is totally incomparable to Draco's!"

After eating, the two people who shared the same hatred did not even plan to take dessert back.

Draco was so hungry that he felt weak all over. Hearing the two people's red-faced accusations, he slapped the bed and sat up.

"Damn it!"

He put on high-end wool slippers and ran out of the dormitory.

Crabbe and Goyle who stayed behind were staring at each other.

"Should he go to denounce them?"

"Very likely."

However, Draco did not go to the girls' dormitory, but to the auditorium where the party was still being held.

Thank God, there was still food.

The way he wolfed down his food was completely unrefined.

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