This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Being able to become the number one person in the world of magic must have a lot of bitter past behind him.

Vincent understood what Dumbledore meant.

"Magic is the same to me as guns and weapons. I will not abuse them, Professor."

"Of course I believe you."

Vincent immediately rolled his eyes, "Professor, I'm going to take flying lessons."

"Oh, do you need my help?"

"I'll do it myself." He opened the window and stretched out his hand naturally.

Dumbledore's eyes twitched slightly.

"The rogue rabbit is coming——"

With a "swish" sound, a red and gold flying broomstick stopped steadily outside the window.

"Professor, I'm going to class~"

Those portraits that were snoring with their eyes closed opened their eyes and looked at Vincent with horrified expressions riding on the rogue rabbit and flying away.

"Merlin's beard!" Phineas was quite angry, "How dare he do this!"

Armando clapped his little hands, "I was thinking about whether he would leave in a more outrageous way this morning, but I didn't expect that it had only been half a day -"

"Shut up! He is openly defying the authority of the Headmaster of Hogwarts!"

"You are not the principal now. Why are you so anxious?"

Phineas in the portrait blushed, hesitating and unable to think of how to refute.

"Be glad there was no Wayne in your era, Phineas~"

Armando stuck out his tongue playfully, "I can guarantee that if he had been born a century earlier, he would have directly mobilized the students to drive you away."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

When he was a student, he had no good impression of the first Slytherin-born headmaster in history.

"Fart! If he were my student he would have been kicked out of Hogwarts!"

"What authority do you have to fire him if he made no mistake?"

"You take care of me!"

"Stubborn little old man."

Phineas turned his head away as if he was on guard, covering his ears and pretending he couldn't hear anything.

Armando raised his face as if victorious.

The principal's office is very lively, and the grassy area where the flying lessons are is also very lively.

Vincent rode a rogue rabbit and passed over a small golden head at low altitude.

"Wayne!" Draco's hair, which he had carefully maintained for half an hour, was messed up.

With a ferocious face, he rode on Sweeping Six Stars and chased after Mrs. Huo Qi before she came over.

Mag on the second floor of the castle saw this scene and just shook his head helplessly.

There is a flying class in the first grade, and the no-fly order has no effect on this class.

When I enter the second grade next year, this situation should no longer exist.

As soon as Vincent's eyes in the sky saw Mrs. Huo Qi walking out of the castle, he immediately accelerated towards the ground.

Draco chased after him, heading straight for the grass.

"Stop! Mr. Malfoy!"

When he turned around, he almost fell off the broom.

Vincent took a step to the side nonchalantly.

With the excellent performance of the Rogue Rabbit, Mrs. Huo Qi should not have seen the scene that just landed.

If he stretched out his hand now, Draco would definitely be hit hard.

It's a pity that I can't reach it, and she will see it.

"Despicable!" Pansy ran over with a shrill voice.

This speed is faster than Mrs. Huo Qi.

Vincent, who looked innocent, took a half step back in disgust, "Please keep a safe distance."

Every time Pansy took a step closer, he would take a step back.

Until she was lifted up by the collar.

"I said stop, Miss Parkinson!"

Mrs. Hooch's hawk-like eyes glanced at Draco, who was holding the six-star Sweeping Star in his arms not far away, "And you, Mr. Malfoy!"

Ever since his first flying lesson, Slytherin had been up to no good.

Vincent is such a kind kid. If she were being troubled every day, she would probably beat them up a long time ago.

"Ma'am, I'm fine."

"Very good." Mrs. Hooch glanced sharply at Draco and Pansy, "This is the last chance, you two.

If you cause trouble in my class again, I will definitely ban you from flying lessons. "

"Ma'am, Wayne has in his hand—"

"Madam, as soon as I came down from the principal's office, Malfoy hit me on his broom."

Draco's face turned even darker.

If he didn't mess up this exquisite hairstyle, he wouldn't be so angry that he would chase after her.

The two of them will definitely suffer this dumb loss.

Vincent returned to the queue and enjoyed hero-like treatment.

Only Hermione kicked him sarcastically, "Hero, how did Malfoy offend you?"

"No, I'm just in a bad mood."

She looked up at the principal's office at the top of the castle.

Dumbledore is testing Vincent again?

"Sigh - Malfoy will have to transfer schools because of you sooner or later."

"You don't like it?"

Hermione glanced at him coldly, "I like it very much, Mr. Lucky."

"It would be my pleasure, Miss Know-It-All."

"Is this your eye for an eye, tooth for tooth?"

Vincent nodded obediently, "Treat everyone equally, no exceptions."

Hermione laughed angrily and flew into the sky on her broomstick.

"Are you quarreling again?" Neville came over weakly.

"No, look how happy she is smiling."

"I always felt like she was angry."

"This must be your imagination."

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head as if enlightened.

Girls are so difficult to understand, so just pretend they are boys.

Especially Hermione.

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The Owl Court Activity Room on the fifth floor.

Feeling dizzy and dazed, Higgs finally managed to get out from under the table.

In order not to be considered a pervert, he "endured the humiliation" until now.

When he returned to the Black Swan Activity Room opposite, everyone inside had a long face, as dark as Snape.

Not long enough, not dark enough.

Higgs quickly untied the Disillusionment Spell, "What happened?"

Draco and Pansy both stared at him.

The big money owner Blaise shook his head at him, indicating that he didn't want to talk now.

"It's Wayne." Daphne calmed down a little and told him what happened in the flying class just now.

How could this happen?

Higgs looked across the street where a large number of little lions were pouring in.

Vincent was still not there.

He shuddered, "Do you think I could have been discovered by Wayne?"

"Impossible!" Marcus slammed the table excitedly, "I have fought with him before. As long as you don't make any noise, he will never discover you!"

"But--" Higgs didn't continue.

No matter how unwilling they were, they had to admit that Vincent had let Marcus off.

"This bastard!" Draco cursed angrily, and asked for paper and pen to write angrily.

"Send it to my dad."

Crabbe solemnly took the densely written parchment and went to the owl shed with Goyle to mail the letter.

"Draco?" Pansy asked what they were thinking for several people.

"My dad doesn't allow me to deal with Wayne." Draco explained slowly, "Then I'll deal with his backer!"

"Backer?" Blaise smiled sinisterly, "This can really solve the problem once and for all."

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