This Hogwarts isn't normal.

As an experienced professor, how could Snape fail in class?

Vincent pretended to shake a few times, and the little lions clapped their hands enthusiastically.

Neville didn't understand why he did that, so he whispered to James next to him.

"Whether it was intentional or not, as long as you fail, it's considered that the professor is bullying the students."

"So that's how it is." Neville also clapped his hands.

And he clapped more and more vigorously.

"Quiet!" Snape turned his head and glared, and when he came back, he found that there was only a small dot left on the Shield Charm opposite.

He put away his wand with a dark face, "Okay, get down!"

Vincent raised his proud little face and sat back under Draco's constipated expression.

The embarrassment was out, but it still felt very uncomfortable.

Snape pointed his wand at the podium in the corner of the classroom and used magic to pull it in front of him.

"According to the Shield Charm demonstrated by Wayne just now, everyone will be divided into two groups to practice freely."

Harry lowered his head again as if he had a premonition of something.

"Potter, you attack!"

Draco laughed inwardly.

"Malfoy, you defend!"

The two people standing in the aisle tried their best.

It's not that they don't want to expand the range of the Shield Charm, but no matter how hard they try, it's only the size of a finger.

Of course Harry hit it, but it hit a person.

Draco, who fell to the ground, was sure that it was intentional.

"Next group, Longbottom defend!"

Snape's eyes wandered between Blaise and Theodore.

"Zabini attack!"

Neville didn't know the Shield Charm at all.

But this still made Blaise complacent after his victory.

"Granger defend--

Parkinson attack!"

Hermione used a fist-sized Shield Charm.

She could actually make the range larger.

"Expelliarmus!"

Although Pansy's Disarming Charm was not very good, it was at least released.

With a "pop", Hermione flicked it to the ceiling.

Pansy, who didn't believe in evil, fired it again.

The wall dust from the ceiling fell on Snape's black robe.

"Next group!"

Under the guise of practice, he finally saw several scenes that could relieve his mood.

Especially Ron, who couldn't cast the disarming spell, his anxious little face gasping for breath instantly swept away his bad mood.

In general, there were wins and losses, and the final result could only depend on the last two.

Vincent put his wand directly on the desk, stood up and looked at Theodore who was facing a great enemy.

Snape was very satisfied with his performance.

Even if he picked up the wand, he would ask to put it down.

You can save face, but you can't make a fool of yourself.

Even standing with bare hands, Vincent is very deterrent in Theodore's eyes.

His few friends Draco have been defeated since the train.

"Expelliarmus!"

The ending was actually already determined.

Vincent dodged the disarming spell and took a step.

Theodore hurriedly cast it again.

One step closer.

Snape no longer had any hope.

It is not scary to have a wizard who can fight. What is scary is that this wizard has a talent for magic and a very flexible mind.

Theodore, lying on his back on the floor, was in the same mood as Draco before.

If all Muggle-born wizards learn to fight, what will happen to pure-blood wizards in the future?

Suppress them, they must suppress them!

But he knew it was too late.

After class, the tables of the Black Swan Club were finally full.

"Welcome to join, Theodore."

"It's just temporary."

Draco didn't care about his attitude, "Since you are all partners of the Black Swan, listen to our plan first."

The more Theodore listened, the more he felt that he had won.

If Dumbledore was not in school and "Vincent" was making trouble everywhere, even the candidate for the Order of Merlin would be useless.

"My father has confirmed this a few days ago."

Draco was full of vigor and vitality, "He will take the opportunity to become the school's largest director, and then immediately appoint a new principal."

The candidate is of course Snape.

Even if it is temporary, based on his attitude towards Vincent, he will most likely be kicked out of school.

By then, the Court of Owls will be like a pile of loose sand. Even if Dumbledore recruits people back, Black Swan will have almost absorbed all the members.

"And Gwent." Blaise smiled sinisterly, "Such a profitable project can only belong to us."

Marcus grinned, "I'm going to tear down the shabby arena in their activity room."

Pansy shrilled, "After kicking Wayne out, the next one is Granger!"

Daphne's face looked a little excited.

Pure-blood wizards are pure-blood wizards after all, and Muggle-borns are completely incomparable.

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The next morning, Potions class.

Snape stared at Vincent as always.

But his hands were very steady, and neither words nor external interference could shake him.

"Wayne, you put the valerian in too early."

"No, professor."

The pink mist covered Snape's face.

His nose twitched slightly, "Wayne, your crucible is about to burn through."

Vincent put the spoon in directly, "I think it can still hold on."

After stirring seven times clockwise, the sleeping potion was only one step away.

"Professor, I should be able to use the wand, right?"

Snape shook his robes slightly, "What do you think?"

With a gentle wave of the alder wand, Vincent was the first to complete the production.

"Potter, be serious!"

Harry felt extremely wronged.

It was obvious that the professor was too shameless, so he was distracted and took a look.

Look at this potion, there is nothing abnormal at all.

Snape walked straight over, his big face almost touching the edge of the cauldron.

"You didn't grind the lavender thoroughly enough. The particles are large enough to murder anyone."

Ron next to him took a closer look and immediately understood that this was a naked attack.

"Professor, no matter how serious you are -"

"You dare to refute?"

"Don't dare." Harry turned off the fire and started over again as if he was resigned to his fate.

Snape would never let him go whether he was staring at Vincent or not.

This is true love - bah!

Harry was unable to rush out the second sleeping potion until the end of get out of class.

"Potter, come to the office with me!"

The little lions were praying that he would be safe and sound.

"And Wayne!"

Vincent was wondering when Snape handed over a paper from last week.

That big "t" made Draco very happy.

"Professor, are you sure your hands are not shaking?"

"No."

As soon as Vincent looked at the name column, Snape knew what was going to happen.

"This isn't yours?"

"It's me——"

"Not yours!"

Snape grabbed the paper, not giving him any chance to read it.

"You can go."

In Harry's eyes full of envy, Vincent walked out of the Potions classroom with his head held high.

Draco, who had a stiff face, was very confused.

Before he could even mock him, why did he suddenly change his tune?

Snape had no intention of explaining, and carried Harry out of the classroom.

The magic rune "?" on the paper is far more than just a name.

Still the same sentence:

You can lose your face, but you can't be embarrassed.

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