This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Amidst the cheers that could easily cover up the boos from Slytherin, Vincent first hugged the Sorting Hat and politely thanked him.

"It's me who thanks you,

You remind me of many happy memories. "

It curved along the crack, as if it were bowing.

Unfortunately, Draco, who was blushing, could not see this scene.

He was being held high by two followers in a very ungentlemanly manner.

"History? It has indeed broken the history of being the fastest to drop out of school!"

Such clamor made the little lions angry.

Fred and George looked at each other secretly, and both held the big dung egg hidden in their school robes with understanding.

Mag at the staff table stared at them from a distance.

Seeing that a riot was about to break out in the auditorium, Dumbledore, as the principal, quietly stuffed a candy into his mouth again.

Vincent saw the Sorting Hat being placed, and he stretched out his hand to make a silent gesture, and then winked playfully.

The first step to a successful thigh hug is to get the other person to pay attention to you.

Apparently, Vincent did.

He put on a smile and gave each of the twins a big hug before they couldn't bear it anymore.

"Don't be impulsive, our plan is tonight."

George whispered in his ear, "See you in the common room in the early morning."

"See you there or see you."

Fred said in a low voice, "When the time comes, we will show you a big baby."

Vincent left with a curious face.

Amid cheers from all around, he walked calmly to where the freshmen were.

The faint boos from the little snakes were ignored as if they were inaudible.

Draco, this little golden retriever, is full of bad things.

It is basically impossible for him to make a fool of himself in public.

"Congratulations, Vincent." Neville stood up excitedly.

"Thank you." He hugged the other person humbly.

"Congratulations." Hermione sat a little coldly.

She's not like boys.

Vincent looked a little surprised.

"What?" She raised her chin slightly, "Do you think I will be very unwelcome to you?"

"No." He sat next to Neville.

The twins were right, girls can be unreasonable sometimes.

The Gryffindor table was quiet, and the Slytherin table was particularly prominent.

Draco, who was the center of attention, came down obediently.

The Malfoys are all good at adapting to the changing circumstances.

Dumbledore at the staff table stood up at this time.

"Welcome, welcome all of you to the start of the new school year at Hogwarts!"

His blue eyes, through his strange half-moon glasses, first glanced in Harry's direction, and then in Vincent's direction.

"Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words.

That is: idiot! Cry! Residue! screw!

Thank you all! "

After he sat down, the cheers and applause from the auditorium returned again.

It's just that most of the students were confused, and they didn't seem to understand the meaning of the sentence just now.

Vincent saw that a lot of food suddenly appeared on the empty plates in front of him, so he picked up the tableware politely.

"Idiot is the inner thought of Ravenclaw House towards outsiders——"

Hermione told Neville her guess: "It's our Gryffindor pair who are crying..."

"Mr. Malfoy shouldn't be crying, right?" Vincent cut a small piece from the pork chop that was almost full on the plate.

"Slytherins, who are almost all pure-bloods, will of course think that we, the little wizards from Muggle families, are remnants."

"You actually know that!" Hermione was so surprised that she could stuff the entire pork chop in her mouth.

"I'm not stupid." Vincent picked up the small pieces of pork chop.

"If Gugu hadn't sent this letter, I should be in my fourth year at Westminster School now."

"Fourth grade?" Neville also opened his mouth: "You mean..."

"Yes, I skipped a grade." Vincent put a small piece of pork chop into his mouth.

The shock brought by these words made Hermione stupidly close her dislocated jaw with her hands.

Skipping five grades at the age of 11 to enter the fourth grade of middle school?

It’s not surprising that a top student who immerses himself in studying can do it.

Can Vincent, who is tall and strong and has various devious moves in fights, do this?

Human energy is limited,

Unless it is God,

Study God.

"Vincent Wayne..."

Hermione held her head, thinking hard about this name that had some impression on her before.

"90 years? No..."

She suddenly stood up and slapped the table, pointing at Vincent who was almost frightened and threw his fork.

"You actually won the first place in the National Youth Mathematics Competition in 1988!"

Vincent picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth unhurriedly, "It's me."

Hermione sat down in despair.

Neville, who was caught in the middle, couldn't understand why he felt so disappointed after winning first place in the competition.

Is this teen math competition difficult?

Vincent, who wanted to say something that was not difficult, quickly closed his mouth.

Everyone is from the same college.

I don’t see you when I look down, but I see you when I look up.

There is no need to offend someone to death like the golden retriever classmates did.

"Is it hard?"

Vincent nodded seriously at Neville, "It's the kind of difficulty that almost wastes all my free time."

"I see."

However, the real situation is that he didn't even review before participating in the competition.

The good thing about being born in the foodie empire in the previous life is that you can definitely win the grand slam in this life.

Vincent, who started eating again, didn't know that Hermione, who picked up the cutlery without saying a word, had already regarded him as a competitor in her heart.

She was like a zombie, instinctively stuffing food into her mouth and chewing it.

Even if the ghost not far away threw off its head with only skin attached, her eyes never wavered.

"What's wrong with her?" Vincent folded his napkin after finishing his meal.

Neville, who had his mouth full of pudding, was about to speak, but saw him handing him a new napkin.

"Thank you---she probably misunderstood you before she felt guilty."

Vincent nodded thoughtfully.

Hermione was a little too strong,

and always liked to be serious with herself,

but at least she was much more pleasing to the eye than Draco.

He looked at the long table of staff and found that Professor Snape, who taught potions, had a problem with his eyes again.

This ardent and loving gaze was so hot that Harry subconsciously covered the lightning scar on his forehead with his hand.

While Vincent was getting goosebumps, he also noticed Professor Quirrell, who was wearing a turban next to Snape.

The back of his head was just pointed at Harry.

If the old bat had this ability, would the little lions of Gryffindor still be so arrogant?

This is definitely the bald socket man wrapped in a garlic turban!

Neville, who was learning to fold his napkin, hadn't folded it neatly yet, and the big pudding on the plate in front of him that he had only taken a bite of suddenly disappeared.

Vincent, who was amazed, focused his eyes on the headmaster in the center.

He deserves to be the highest official in the school. As long as he stood up, all the students became quiet.

"Now that everyone has eaten and drunk enough, I want to say a few more words to you.

At the beginning of the new semester, I want to make a few points of attention.

First-year students, please note that no student is allowed to enter the forest area outside the school."

Dumbledore's eyes swept over the twins who were sitting well, "Some of our old classmates should also remember this."

"In addition, the administrator Mr. Filch asked me to remind everyone not to release magic in the corridor during class.

The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in joining the college team, please contact Ms. Hooch."

"Finally, I must tell everyone--"

His eyes, which were originally smiling, became serious, "Anyone who does not want to encounter accidents and painful deaths, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

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