This Hogwarts isn't normal.

By the black lake.

Pansy and Daphne were waiting patiently.

In fact, there were more than twenty people squatting in the surrounding rocks and grass.

All of them had been knocked down the stairs before.

This time, they have to prove themselves.

In such an empty place, Vincent would never be the same as he was before, even if he went against the grain.

Compared to Pansy, who was confident of winning, Daphne's face clearly showed concern.

She couldn't understand why she was calm and calm just now, let alone why those blue eyes were full of confidence.

Until Vincent arrives,

She seemed to have a slightly vague answer.

He took off his school robe and handed it to Hermione who was following behind him.

“One, two, three, four—forget it, I’m too lazy to count them one by one.

Come out, you are surrounded by me! "

Although Daphne was a little shaken, she didn't think that

He was able to break through numerical superiority.

"Wayne, I really admire your courage!"

Pansy picked up her wand,

"Do you think it's still the same little fight as before?"

"Isn't it?"

A translucent barrier blocked the incoming curse.

Vincent lifted the iron armor curse,

Put a magic wand on the whole wand and all the spells will end.

The spells shot from rocks and grass one after another,

Everything is canceled out in the air.

After one round of attacks, three smoke bombs rolled to the ground.

"Quickly eliminate--" As soon as Pousse dispersed a little bit of smoke, his lower abdomen hit something solid.

"It's the Disillusionment Curse!" He held his stomach and continued to wave his wand.

"Emergency appearance——"

Hermione, who was standing very far back, glanced at the grass next to her that had been trampled by something.

"Didn't you say you were going to beat them up?"

"Yes, but their magic is too annoying."

Vincent emerged from the air and bent down, pointing the tip of his alder wand at the grass.

Being able to carve magic circuits on orichalcum bullets, the accuracy of controlling mana has reached a new level.

Transforming large swaths of grass at once requires only concentration.

When the smoke is almost driven away, this large-scale transformation technique is ready.

"Over there!" Pansy pointed to where Hermione was standing.

Pousse reacted the fastest, but his legs were suddenly tangled in vine-like grass.

He was about to release the restraints when a disarming spell hit him directly.

The wand just flew away and did not come to Vincent's side.

"Protect yourself." He drank the last bottle of magic potion and added a universal protection to his entire right hand.

He used his alder wand to remove the spell,

He ran towards them who were unable to move.

Pansy's face looked quite ugly.

Draco seriously underestimated Vincent's speed of progress, and she also overestimated the fighting power of these people.

Those who can use the Iron Armor Charm will be physically disarmed, while those who cannot use it will have their wands knocked away directly.

Vincent will only attack one person at a time, thus increasing their psychological pressure.

Watching his side lose its aggressiveness little by little, Pousse gritted his teeth and squatted down to tear the vines hard.

But no matter how hard you try, new ones will quickly grow and wrap around you after they break.

A person's energy is limited.

The mana that completely controls the entire grassland does not actually allow the use of other magic at the same time.

But Vincent is not a wizard in the conventional sense.

Pousse turned his head and looked behind him in despair.

That high leaping posture was exactly the same as the fighting technique that had made him sit in a wheelchair for more than half a month.

“Crows fly!”

"Hiss—" Hermione in the distance quickly took a breath.

Madam Pomfrey may have to work overtime today.

Sensing the effect of the potion can allow Vincent to know in advance where there will be an attack.

He pulled open the collar of his somewhat tight shirt, stepped on Pousse's back, jumped onto the grass and rolled twice.

Various spells have turned over a lot of turf.

Pansy raised her wand again decisively, "Daphne, we have to do something quickly!"

"No, the gap is too big."

The perception of knowing the direction of attack in advance can eliminate the magic spell in time.

Just from these two manifestations, it can almost be concluded that he drank an amplification potion.

They were so well prepared and combined with their words at the beginning, they were truly surrounded.

Seeing people losing consciousness one by one, Daphne felt a familiar sense of powerlessness.

It comes from family, from birth.

Greengrass, an ancient and cursed family.

If she had exchanged ideas with her sister, wouldn't her thoughts be so extreme?

Vincent had cleared out half of them.

After this, Pansy thought she had found an opportunity,

Recited a coma spell.

invalid.

Daphne felt an inexplicable suffocation.

From his disdain,

It comes from his confidence and calmness.

Hermione, who was far away, drew her wand,

Shoot a disarming spell at Pansy.

"Armor protection——" Daphne blocked the curse.

Vincent paused for less than a second, then punched him with his fist.

Potions of strength and agility are very powerful.

When the last person lost consciousness, the three little witches were still confronting each other.

He first wrapped the vines tighter, and then walked over slowly.

Pansy was about to attack immediately, but Daphne held down her wand.

"According to plan——"

"I'm tired."

Hermione and Vincent were both confused.

"Wayne, do you have to do this?"

"I have no choice."

From beginning to end, it seems that it is because they can't stand the origin of Muggles.

However, facts have proven time and time again that pure blood only means a higher starting point.

Putting aside the prejudice about birth, Vincent is a Dumbledore-like genius.

Even the things he did were even more exaggerated.

"No choice?" Pansy's facial features were almost twisted into a ball, "The despicable blood flowing in your body is completely unqualified to be compared with us!"

Hermione tightened her wand in her hand.

As if she was about to release a powerful curse at any time, she locked her gaze on the big mouth that was still emitting a foul stench.

"Do you know why the nobles of only a few countries in Europe can survive?"

Vincent put away his wand and now stood in front of the two of them, "Because they were smart enough to strip away most of their power through reforms early on."

"This is the magical world!"

"Same reason."

How do a few maintain power?

Absolute force and sufficient connections.

At present, the pure-blood wizard families that still adhere to blood supremacy, except for the five black swan families, almost all the rest are staying in Azkaban.

The so-called pure blood is destined to become increasingly rare.

"Kings are not honored by blood, but blood is honored by kings."

Vincent stared directly into their eyes, "If I am strong enough to suffocate you, my origin will not matter at all."

Daphne felt that the air around her was getting thinner and thinner.

She lowered her wand slowly.

The essence of the Black Swan Club is just a small group that suppresses people.

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