This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Neville, holding the lantern, moved his butt unnaturally under the light.

Hermione at the bow and Vincent at the stern seemed to him to have sparks in their eyes.

If a fight broke out, he felt that there was a high probability that the boat would capsize.

"Forehead--

this--

We should be somewhere. "

To save his own life, Neville pointed to the tunnel exit in the distance.

Hermione moved her little head and stopped staring at the stern of the boat.

Vincent moved his eyes upward and found that at the end was a pier that seemed to be built under the castle.

The four founders of Hogwarts probably built the boathouse first and then used magic to build the castle.

"Hurry, come with me-"

Hagrid stepped on the rickety boat down to the ground.

He held the lantern high, illuminating a winding path upward.

After climbing up the dark rock and passing through a tunnel that Hager could barely enter, the majestic castle on the flat lawn came into view.

Under it, there is a long stone staircase.

Vincent acted relaxed.

In terms of physical fitness, he dares to claim to be the strongest freshman in this class.

Hermione and Neville behind him couldn't help but follow him quickly when they saw that the man's face was not red and he was out of breath.

"Humph, what's the use of having well-developed limbs..."

In her impression, most of the students of this type were scumbags who were number one except in studies.

Such as fighting,

Another example is being naughty and making trouble.

The Daily Prophet must have received dirty money to say that the source of the news was wrong when school was about to start, and that all three members of the Wayne family were clean.

Vincent and the little wizards gathered in front of an oak door. He didn't know that in just ten minutes, he had added many unique little tags to his back.

He was currently looking at the two winged warthog statues on top of the pillars at the school gate in a daze.

The Warthog School of Magic truly lives up to its reputation!

Hagrid turned around, his big eyes twinkling as if they were glowing, "Are you all here?"

He raised his other hand that was not holding the lantern, clenched it into a fist and knocked on the castle door three times.

Inside the slightly opened door, stood Mag wearing an emerald green robe and a pointed wizard hat.

"Freshmen, this is Professor McGonagall."

"Thanks, Hagrid."

She opened the door with a serious expression, "Leave this place to me."

The foyer was large, and the stone walls were covered with burning torches.

The ceiling is so high that you can barely see the top, and in front is a luxurious marble staircase that leads directly to the upper floor.

The freshmen who were following Mag could hear increasingly clear sounds of excitement as they walked.

There was such a movement in the auditorium hall, at least there must have been five or six hundred people.

But before entering, the freshmen had to wait in the small room on the other side for the sorting ceremony.

"Welcome to Hogwarts."

Mag naturally put on a serious face, "The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you take your seats in the auditorium, you must first determine which college you each enter..."

The thousand-year-old Hogwarts has a total of four colleges. They are:

Brave and bold Gryffindor,

The wise and far-sighted Ravenclaw,

Hard-working and loyal Hufflepuff,

and the powerful and shrewd Slytherin.

The four animals, lion, badger and snake, are the symbols of their respective colleges.

“At the end of the year, the college with the highest score wins the College Cup, which is a very high honor.”

Hermione, who was standing next to Vincent, tilted her head and stared at him with extra vigilance.

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school.

I suggest that while you are waiting, you should tidy up and be more energetic. "

Mag's eyes were fixed on Ron's nose.

That black dirty thing was there when we were on the train.

"When the other side is ready, I will come over as soon as possible——"

She looked at Vincent, her eyes moving down to the brown ball in her arms.

"I hope everyone can keep quiet." She pursed her lips and left.

Hermione's eyes became a little sympathetic, "The professor will have a way to help Gugu lose weight."

"I hope so." Vincent tightened his hands.

The golden retriever classmate who was beaten up on the train came to Harry with his two younger brothers.

"You are Harry Potter, right?"

"Yes." Harry looked at the two people standing next to him.

"Oh, this is Crabbe, and this is Goyle." The golden retriever said in a very casual tone: "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Hermione saw Vincent walking forward and followed without much hesitation.

Neville shrank his neck and followed.

Next to Harry, Ron couldn't help laughing and coughing.

"Do you think my name is funny?"

Draco raised his chin and pointed his nostrils at him, "My dad told me that the Weasleys all have red hair, are full of freckles, and have too many children to raise."

He turned to look directly at Harry, "You'll soon discover that some wizarding families are much better than others.

Potter, you don't want to make friends with other people, do you? "

He extended his right hand to Harry, "I can help you with this."

"You're welcome, Malfoy." Vincent held his hand accurately, "I wonder if you can help me first?"

"Wayne..." Draco drawled, his whole face flushed slightly.

It hurts, it really hurts.

Vincent smiled and increased his strength.

Draco bowed slightly in pain, "Why, you want to do it in front of so many people?"

"Of course not."

He endured the pain and straightened his back, "You will regret it, Wayne."

"Indeed, I regretted it as soon as I walked out."

Vincent let go, "I should give you a deeper memory."

If it's just pain, he can do whatever it takes to make it worse or not.

Draco hid his already red right hand in the cuff of his school robe, his expression a bit ferocious.

"Wayne, just wait for me."

Facts have shown that even with two subordinates, they will never be able to defeat this person.

Now that the sorting ceremony is around the corner, there is no need to switch to the limit.

"coward……"

He heard Ron's mutterings.

"Thank you, Vincent."

He also heard Harry's thanks.

Damn Wayne, for breaking Malfoy's alliance with Potter.

In the eyes of pure-blood wizards who have joined the Death Eaters, Harry, the savior who defeated the bald socket man, will replace him and become the third Dark Lord.

Can the Malfoy family give up this opportunity to curry favor?

Draco was arrogant when he came, and he was still arrogant when he left.

Just when he heard Ron talking about the past of the Malfoy family, he felt that the hand hidden under his sleeve began to hurt again.

"After the mysterious man disappeared, they were the first group of people to come back to us, and they claimed that they were under the Imperius Curse.

My father didn't believe them. He said that old Malfoy didn't need to make any excuses and would switch sides to the Dark Lord's side with just one look. "

Ron's voice was not loud, but the freshmen nearby could hear it.

Draco, who was shaking with anger, quickly adjusted his mood.

What about being the most powerful person in the Muggle world?

This is the magical world,

A world where victory or defeat is determined by magic.

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