This Hogwarts isn't normal.

In the past, Lucius acted very generously in order to clear his name.

The news about Voldemort is also very good. There is a small mountain of gold galleons in the small box with the Traceless Stretch Curse.

As for the so-called donation, it is not even one-third of what is here.

Fudge sat alone in the office until noon before he finally thought of a way to avoid offending anyone.

How much money you spend, how many things you do.

As the school director of Hogwarts, Lucius must have wanted to do something while Dumbledore was away.

Christmas was coming in a few days, and he decided to use the holiday time to explain.

Compared to power, Malfoy cherishes his life more.

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At noon, the long staff table was rarely filled with professors.

But the divination professor, Sybill Traufany, was still not there.

Snape, whose face was extremely expressionless, did not look at Harry.

He was like a precise Muggle satellite, always keeping his eyes fixed on a figure at the Gryffindor table.

Vincent opened his eyes wide and pouted with an innocent face.

This aggrieved little expression made Mag feel much happier.

At the teachers' conference just held by Dumbledore, she decisively supported her students and resolutely denied Snape's various unfounded speculations.

With Flitwick's in-depth analysis, the "outnumbered" Potions Professor had no choice but to give up.

But this was only for the sake of spectacle. He would not let go of Vincent who made a fool of himself last night.

"Why is Snape always staring at you?" Neville, who was sitting next to him, was very frightened.

As long as you raise your head, you will see these big black eyes.

Vincent calmly tapped the plate and called for the second lunch.

"Too much work pressure may have caused his endocrine disorders."

Harry looked up in horror, "It's great - I mean it's so sad."

He carefully moved his gaze over and found that Snape had never shifted his gaze.

"How on earth did you do that?"

"Secret." Vincent picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth.

Until these few days before the holiday, he planned to be a good boy.

Unless a black swan comes to cause trouble.

It's a pity that no one from Draco, the eldest son, to Theodore, the lone wolf, or Slytherin planned to do anything.

"Daphne, is your sister feeling better?"

She shook her head slightly at Pansy, "It's still the same, always fainting suddenly."

"Everything will be fine."

"Thank you." Daphne forced a smile.

The curse of the Greengrass family has begun.

There was nothing she could do to help. She could only hope that her sister would go to Hogwarts in two years and her health would improve.

"Gu——" An owl flew towards the Slytherin table.

Its overall coat color is gray, and its small head has no ear tufts.

"Cuckoo--" A chubby owl took off from the Ravenclaw table and crashed straight into it.

"Piggy!" Draco wailed.

He ran towards the owl that fell to the ground and glared at Gu Gu, who was flying around.

"You damn owl, I'm going to stew you sooner or later!"

"Gugu——"

After a long roar, Dumbledore at the staff table quickly closed the small wooden door for the owl to enter and exit.

There are hundreds of owls hovering outside the castle, most of them are Gu Gu's little brothers.

Draco picked up his owl and looked at Vincent with great resentment.

It is right for objects to resemble their masters.

"Little Pig" is a well-behaved and cute baby, but he was "bullied" just for sending a letter.

Eagle hunting depends on the master!

This is a slap in Draco's face, a slap in the face of the Malfoy family, and a slap in the face of Slytherin.

Snape sneered and stood up.

After staring at it all morning, I finally got the chance.

Vincent caught the rushing Gugu.

"What did you say? It's been sneaking around lately?"

"Gu Gu."

"It's late at night, always holding a letter in your mouth?"

"Gu Gu."

"It does look suspicious."

Dumbledore at the staff table nodded slightly, "Severus, Mr. Wayne translated very accurately."

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"Yes, you are all wizards who can speak owl language."

Snape looked as if he had eaten a fly.

Vincent glanced at the Slytherin table with a pointed look, "Professors, is it reasonable for Gugu to doubt it?"

"Very reasonable." Dumbledore looked at Draco with a smile.

He seemed to know something, and yet he seemed to know nothing.

He is truly an experienced principal!

In these few seconds, Draco's heart was tormented as if a century had passed.

There's a big problem!

Vincent could have sworn by the coo in his arms that the little golden retriever was harboring some other bad tricks besides Polyjuice Potion.

Of course Dumbledore knew that too.

But he didn't intend to make things clear, "Never again, Mr. Wayne."

"Professor, Gu Gu is the owl of Hogwarts."

Only then did the little wizards in the melon field react.

Vincent doesn't have an owl at all, Gugu has always been a voluntary pet.

"Ahem—" Dumbledore was a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Wayne has been a great performer and deserves an Owl of equal excellence."

Gu Gu tilted his head.

Vincent rolled his eyes.

If night tours are considered excellent, then eating and drinking for free is indeed excellent.

Draco, holding the piglet, breathed a sigh of relief.

If Dumbledore had known in advance, his investigation would have been terminated.

While he was complacent, Snape sat down with a frown.

Neville below patted his heart, "Thank Merlin, he finally stopped staring at us."

Harry followed his gaze and found that the black eyes above were staring at him again.

This time the target was still Vincent, but it was quickly moved away.

Of course, Snape would not let it go.

After three days of peace, he ushered in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Wayne, come up!"

Vincent pouted and walked up to the podium reluctantly.

Draco did not hide the pride on his face.

The Polyjuice Potion was in good condition, and the hair was also well preserved.

His old father had persuaded Fudge and was about to take Dumbledore back to investigate.

Snape was quiet for a few days, and he really stared at Vincent again.

Good things came one after another, and he was about to laugh like a goose.

"Wayne, show me the Shield Charm."

"Okay, Professor."

Draco had a premonition of what was going to happen next.

"Protector of Armor--" Vincent's Shield Charm had a very small range, so small that it could barely cover the tip of the staff.

Snape's eyes were cold, and he decisively threw out a Disarming Charm.

The red magic spell hit the tip of the alder staff, and a lot of sparks like welding drifted out.

Vincent staggered back a few steps.

He seemed embarrassed and immediately applauded, "The professor's Disarming Charm is quite accurate, it's impeccable!"

"Keep going." Snape, with an expressionless face, felt very uncomfortable.

Especially when he saw the Shield Charm with a further reduced range.

If he accidentally hit someone, it would not be Vincent who was embarrassed.

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