This Hogwarts isn't normal.

How could someone with such a positive image be assigned to Slytherin, who did not hide their desires.

However, Vincent knew that his natural magical talent as a master of brain occlumency was very likely to successfully resist the Sorting Hat's way of obtaining his thoughts.

What is the specific probability?

Infinitely greater than 99%.

He couldn't even control the switch, and it was estimated that only the natural master of Legilimency in the United States could try to successfully invade his brain.

The three of them just thought it was a joke.

George also joked that if Vincent entered the Serpent House, a certain old bat professor with a greasy head would never have a good life again.

Fred's tone was a bit instigating: "Go, flood their dormitory with dung eggs~"

"I will think about it carefully." Vincent's expression was very serious.

The four of them laughed at the same time.

Even Gugu was grinning and shouting in Qiu's arms.

Vincent, who had never been so relaxed, seemed to have returned to his childhood in his previous life.

You can laugh out loud without restraint, and you can also talk with friends about how to play a prank on Slytherin.

No goal, just to make yourself happy.

With the imperceptible passage of time, this trip of Hogwarts Express is about to reach the terminal.

"Please leave your luggage on the train, we will send it to school for you--"

A voice wandered in the train.

Vincent, who was wearing a school robe, closed the suitcase, "We? Is there anyone else on this train besides students and drivers?"

"Of course," Fred's eyes wandered around the compartment, "As a qualified house-elf, you will never be able to detect its existence.

He also told a little funny thing about the kitchen.

There are more than a hundred house-elves who provide meals for all the teachers and students of Hogwarts.

The food that appeared out of thin air on the table was sent from the kitchen by their unique magic.

Vincent Nana nodded, "Those who look like goblins? "

George pulled his ears with both hands, "The ones with pointed ears pointing upwards are fairies,

and the ones with bat ears pointing downwards are house-elves.

This is the easiest way to tell them apart. "

It's no use describing skin color and appearance to someone you've never seen before.

Vincent opened the compartment door and took the reluctant Gugu from Qiu's hand.

This traitor is hopeless.

He can't lose weight,

He said he would betray and he really betrayed.

Even though Hermione, who was also standing in the aisle, stared at him fiercely, he never let go of the pair of rough rubbing hands.

"First-year students, come here--"

Under the train, a giant over three meters tall held a lantern with his arms that were much thicker than an adult's thighs.

He was wearing a huge moleskin coat with many pockets.

The long black hair and black beard were tangled together, almost completely covering his face.

His two eyes shone like black beetles under his hair, and his feet in leather boots were like two little dolphins.

"Harry, come here, how are you? "

This big guy with a childlike smile is not as scary as he looks.

The twins and Cho waved goodbye to Vincent.

"See you in the hall later, buddy!"

"Okay!"

Under Hermione's vigilant eyes, he followed the group of freshmen calmly.

The castle with lights dimly lit on the other side of the lake in the distance is the best school in the world, Hogwarts.

The big guy introduced himself first: "I am Rubeus Hagrid, the key keeper and gamekeeper of Hogwarts."

He stepped on a small boat by the lake with one foot, "No more than four people on each boat--"

The boat, which was half sunk into the lake, did not seem to be convincing.

Hagrid looked at Harry, who was not very noticeable in the crowd, "Remember, no more than four people. "

He sat down with one paw.

The boat not only sank deeper, but also stirred up large ripples and splashes of water.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and neither chose to squeeze into the same boat with Hagrid.

Vincent watched the little wizards board the boat one by one, and was not in a hurry now.

Draco and two followers were in the same boat with a girl who looked like a poodle.

He felt that the looks of the other three were enough to lower the other's fair and clean high appearance.

At a young age, he understood the principle of setting off, and he would definitely be a tough guy when he grew up.

Soon after Harry and Ron boarded the boat, two other boys sat down.

When more than half of the little wizards boarded the boat, he went forward and sat in the small boat beside.

"Why are you here?"

Hermione and Neville who followed behind sat down without saying a word.

"Okay, whatever you want. "Vincent moved to the stern.

When other freshmen wanted to get on board, he would always point to Gugu in his arms and say that the boat was full.

Neville held up the lantern timidly, "Including Leifu, we are already overloaded."

"Then I will go down?" Vincent ignored the gaze that had been staring at him, "Don't worry, pets should not be counted.

Also, your belt is tied crookedly."

Neville looked at his left shoulder and quickly untied the belt of his school robe, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

After a lot of frantic struggle, he finally tied the belt correctly.

Hermione's eyes were no longer as sharp as before, "Why did you drive the others away?"

"Coocoo is not my pet." Vincent tapped the cute little one in his arms with his fingertips, "It is my first friend in the magic world..."

If there is no way to resolve the misunderstanding, at least it is good to improve the image.

In the story he told, the little boy who had been longing for magic since childhood and the owl who delivered letters experienced a lot of interesting things together during the holidays.

The boat automatically sailed to the other side after Hagrid's loud voice.

Neville, who listened with relish, and Hermione, who deliberately showed indifference, both had a slightly improved view of the little boy Vincent.

"The owl was too greedy, so it became fat like a ball in just one month."

"Coocoo!" The angry Captain Coocoo pecked the back of his hand fiercely.

"Well, it's all my fault."

Neville was amused.

Even Hermione, who was frowning, could not help but tremble slightly.

"Do you think Professor McGonagall can still recognize Googo?"

"Yes, I think."

"What do you think?"

"Definitely."

If Vincent's father hadn't challenged Gamp, perhaps she wouldn't have waited a day longer for Professor McGonagall's home visit.

"Keep your head down!" Hagrid's loud voice rang out again.

Over the cliff covered with ivy curtains, more than 20 small boats entered a dark tunnel one after another.

"You didn't go to the sewer to look for mice?"

"Of course not," Vincent ignored Hermione's suspicious look, "Cuckoo only eats voles, and is not interested in ordinary mice."

Neville no longer shrank his head, "It's not interested in toads either, is it?"

"Cuckoo--"

Vincent nodded, "It said that Riffles are slippery and you can tell at a glance that they are not delicious."

Hermione, who obviously didn't believe him, raised her chin high, "Although it is the nature of owls to catch mice, you have successfully corrupted a qualified Hogwarts messenger."

There is an idiom in the distant East,

A red man is red when he is near a red man,

A black man is black when he is near a black man.

What about Vincent?

She still felt that it wouldn't be much better.

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