This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Regarding that corridor, Vincent remembered that there was a room where Flamel's Philosopher's Stone was hidden.

Its various miraculous features are enough to make the bald socket man whose body is destroyed take risks.

Poor Professor Quirrell might have been promised several pieces of land in the wizarding world, and he was just waiting for the Dark Lord to return to his physical form.

Just when the discussion in the auditorium was about to increase, Dumbledore's whole face was once again filled with smiles.

"Before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!"

The teachers at the staff table all had stiff smiles.

Especially Professor Snape, who was smiling but not smiling, and his lips were trembling.

This kind of performance in the workplace made Vincent very suspicious that he came in through the back door of the golden retriever's school manager father, which was not tightly closed.

As long as he hugs the principal's lap, the back door will not be blocked immediately.

When Dumbledore waved his wand and floated a long golden ribbon over the heads of the four deans, he had already come up with countless plans.

Good students will undoubtedly have the highest success rate.

Then the Academy Cup in the next seven years can only belong to Gryffindor.

"Each person chooses his or her own favorite tune——"

Dumbledore smiled and raised his wand, "Ready, sing!"

All the teachers and students sang according to the lyrics on the golden ribbon.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts

Please give us knowledge,

Whether we are a bald old man or a child who hurts his knee,

Our minds can accommodate some interesting things.

Because now our brains are empty, full of air, dead flies and trivial matters,

Teach us some valuable knowledge,

Give us back what we have forgotten,

Just do your best and leave the rest to us.

We will study hard until we turn to dust.

Vincent was almost struck by the tone of the twins' "Funeral March."

He was singing to the tune of the "Doraemon" theme song from his childhood, competing with the two of them.

"It's Fatty Blue!" the erudite Hermione stopped singing after singing the first time.

"Fat Blue?" Neville hugged his shoulders and started shaking.

He could understand that the twins were so weird, but Vincent's performance was even better than the two.

A playful accent with a hint of a childish voice, and a few lyrics lead the remaining two people astray.

Dumbledore even used his wand to conduct the last few bars for the three of them.

When the three of them finished singing, his applause was the loudest.

"Music," he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "it's so moving. It's more charming than anything we do here!"

After his emotions calmed down a little, he smiled again and said, "It's bedtime now. Let's go back to the dormitory."

When Vincent and the freshmen followed Percy, they overturned all the plans they had just made.

The interesting prologue to Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was written by Dumbledore for his student Newt Scamander.

Even if the student was forced to drop out of school, he did not hide his appreciation for him.

This kind of outsider may seem crazy, but in fact he has a somewhat arbitrary character. The difficulty of the strategy may be much easier than that of Mag.

Neville walked out of the auditorium and climbed the marble stairs. He always wanted to say something to Vincent next to him.

"Do you think I'm influenced by Fred and George?"

"No." Neville, who was caught out, denied awkwardly: "I just think you seem a little weird."

Vincent nodded in agreement, "Indeed, it seems that my old habits have returned."

"Disease?" Neville asked with worry on his face: "Is it one of those terminal diseases in the Muggle world?"

"In a sense, it is indeed a terminal illness."

Hermione, who was walking in front, secretly pricked up her ears.

Vincent shook his head with a sad face, "Well, it has been bothering me for many years, and it always gets sick inexplicably."

"What is it?" Neville raised his hand and patted his shoulder to comfort him: "Don't worry, Muggle's terminal illness is nothing in the eyes of wizards."

Vincent lowered his head exaggeratedly, his eyes full of loneliness and unwillingness, "I'm afraid this is a terminal disease that even magic can't cure."

Hermione couldn't help but look back and said: "You have to believe in magic."

"Okay." Vincent raised his head and looked at her, "Have you ever tried to be in a situation where you are not afraid of strangers, not afraid of other people's eyes, not worried about being laughed at, and can handle it at any time?"

"Yes!" She walked next to him with a sympathetic face, "I do this every time when I'm waiting for test results."

"Then you must have the same terminal disease as me."

When Vincent saw her frowning, he sighed again: "There is no cure for this disease. I'm afraid not even Professor Dumbledore can solve it."

"So what is it?"

Hermione and Neville were extremely curious.

"Social Awesomeness."

Before the little leather shoes fell, he stood aside quickly.

"Boom..."

Neville's eyes widened.

This force was clearly meant to stomp towards death.

Vincent noticed that the people in front of him had stopped, and he pointed to the large bundle of canes floating in the air with a desire to survive.

"It's Peeves," Percy, who was leading the way, whispered to the new students, "a ghost who likes to play tricks."

He looked at the cane flying towards him and raised his voice slightly, "Peeves - reveal yourself."

"Puff-"

After the loud and harsh sound, like a balloon deflating, came Percy's extremely calm words.

"Do you want me to go find the Bloody Baron?"

With a puff, a dwarf suddenly appeared in the air.

He had a pair of evil eyes, grinning and holding the bundle of canes tightly with both hands, floating cross-legged in the air.

"Hehehe——" He laughed wickedly: "It turned out to be the annoying first-year brat! So funny!"

Faced with Peeves who suddenly rushed forward, the freshmen were frightened and began to retreat.

"Go away, Peeves!" Percy yelled: "I'm not kidding, I'll tell the Bloody Baron!"

Peeves stuck out his tongue and disappeared over Vincent's head.

The canes that didn't disappear with him smashed down on the three people.

"Wingardie..."

Hermione had just drawn out her wand and chanted a spell, and Vincent next to her used his hard alder wand to knock them all away one by one.

"Well done, Wayne!" Percy cast an admiring look.

Vincent bowed slightly, "This is what I should do."

After Hermione awkwardly put away her wand, Percy nodded with relief.

"How is it? Are you sick too?"

"Yes, yes, you are right!"

Vincent shrugged at Neville, "See, she and I are both hopeless."

Hermione lifted her leather shoes, "Thank you Dr. Wayne for your evaluation."

After another "bang", she turned around and walked to the end of the corridor on the eighth floor with the little wizards.

The freshmen didn't know whether social awesomeness was awesome or not.

But Vincent, who had just entered school, was really awesome.

Just the few swishes of the wand were not something that ordinary people could do.

"Have you ever learned fighting?" Harry came up to him.

"I learned it from my dad, he's a retired SAS."

"Wow, can I learn this from you?"

Looked at by Harry's big eyes, Vincent nodded without hesitation, "Of course, you'll enjoy this process very much."

"Can we too?"

Neville and Ron both wanted to join in.

"Of course."

Vincent was very honored to be the coach of his classmates.

He didn't know how Harry would defeat the bald socket man in the future.

But now he was sure that Harry, who had learned to fight, would probably start with a leg sweep and a grab, pressing the socket-like nose to the ground and filling it with dirt.

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