This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Lockhart in the picture of the Daily Prophet is very handsome, and he is really charming with a big smile.

It is normal that this appearance that is close to perfect can attract a young witch like Lavender who is not very experienced in the world.

Vincent drank a mouthful of oatmeal silently.

If another high-quality wizard comes after the Sorcerer's Stone Protection Team, the things that the Ministry of Magic wants to cover up will probably be very serious.

He looked at Fred and George with contempt on their faces.

"Listen to me, this little white face who writes books is definitely more like a beast than Ced."

Angelina stretched out her hand to squeeze George's big face, "Hey, he is the winner of the third-class medal of the Order of Merlin!"

"What's so great, I-"

Fred quickly covered his mouth, "George said he was not feeling well, I have to help him go to the school hospital."

"It's better to let Madam Pomfrey treat his mouth." Arya next to him also looked unkind.

Currently, the only two winners of the Order of Merlin disclosed are Vincent and Lockhart.

Whether it is a surprise or not, it depends on whether the Ministry of Magic can suppress it.

Vincent turned his eyes to the long table next to him.

Marietta was like a nympho, as if she was explaining something to Qiu.

He opened the newspaper again and found the densely packed side.

"Breaking Up with a Female Ghost\

,""Traveling with Ghouls\

,""Gilderoy Lockhart Teaches You How to Get Rid of Household Pests\

,""Vacation with a Hag\

,""My Magical Me\

,""Traveling with Trolls\

,""Traveling on the Same Ship with Vampires\

,""Wandering with Werewolves\

,""A Year with the xz Snowman"...

Vincent subconsciously took a breath.

This recipient of the Third Class Order of Merlin likes to explore the world.

But he is younger than Snape, and he has written 9 books since graduation ten years ago.

From the Space and Time Administration?

It is said that novels are based on life. If the contents of the book are all true, then Lockhart's magic level must not be too low.

"Is he really that powerful?"

"Oh my God, he is an honorary member of the Dark Arts Defense League. This title alone can prove the value of these books."

Like Vincent, Hermione realized that ordinary people do not have the energy to write books while exploring.

Either he is a god or a liar.

Since there is an authoritative organization to verify, no matter how much water there is, it will be within a reasonable range.

Vincent carefully retracted his gaze, closed the newspaper, and took a bite of the sandwich very calmly.

Whether the real person is a god or not, you have to see it to know.

Time will not wait too long. This year's Merlin Knight Award Ceremony will be in mid-July, just a little later than Nico's "funeral".

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A week later.

On the Quidditch field, the last game of the year is being played.

Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw.

"Last month, when playing against the Hufflepuff team, Wayne gave them enough face and locked the score at a 160-point lead."

"Mr. Jordan, please explain seriously." McGonagall in the stands was serious, "If something like this happens again, I will ask you to leave."

Lee nodded seriously and began to introduce the players of both sides.

Standing opposite Wood was the captain of the Ravenclaw team, Roger Davis.

He was very handsome and had a very strong physique. He was the type who was good at sports.

As for the other players...

Vincent couldn't understand that the boy standing opposite him, who was half a head shorter than him, would be a fifth-year student.

"Vincent Wayne."

"E-Egil Bru-Brusto."

His personality was very similar to Neville.

Even worse in some aspects.

Vincent just stretched out his hand, and Egil timidly hid behind Davis next to him.

Wood tried to suppress the smile on his face, "Don't be afraid, Wayne is actually a good person."

"I-I'm not afraid." Egil was hiding behind Davis all the time.

Vincent, who tried to look kind, reached out his hand. "Please feel free."

Egil stretched out his hand tremblingly, and his fingertips retracted after a light touch.

Davis's expression was a little helpless.

Yes, he is indeed very good at sports.

But what's the use?

Ravenclaw students are academic masters to put it nicely, and nerds who are good for nothing except studying to put it badly.

Although they are not as good as Hermione before, should they go down to play?

Davis had to talk his mouth off before he finally put together the current lineup.

It's not his fault that he has a bad vision, there is really no better choice.

"I suggest you train more." Wood gave a very pertinent suggestion.

"Thank you, I will." Davis responded with an awkward but polite smile.

In fact, extra training has been tried a long time ago, but the effect is far less than expected every time.

You have to start with the most basic physical fitness, and then train flying skills and teamwork, so that you can be considered a real team.

When both sides flew to the right position, Mrs. Hooch below also opened the box.

"I don't want to see anyone get hurt because of the game, please keep this in mind!"

She lifted the box hard, and the three kinds of balls immediately flew high into the sky.

Vincent was quick and picked up the Quaffle to take the lead and scored 10 points.

Egil, who is also a chaser, didn't even react.

Davis flew to his side, "Let's go together, you watch my moves carefully!"

As the captain and chaser, he naturally wanted to increase his team's chance of winning as much as possible.

Even if it was one percent.

Vincent became more and more uncomfortable from the second goal.

"Foul! Ravenclaw seriously hindered the viewing experience of the game!"

After 10 minutes of the start, only three goals were scored in total. Lee was quite unhappy from the perspective of Gryffindor.

"Watch your words, Mr. Jordan."

"Okay, professor." Lee pouted and began to analyze Davis' tactical intentions.

Vincent's personal style is very strong. As long as he has the Quaffle in his hand, there are countless ways to score goals.

And he has a fast reaction speed. If it weren't for giving face to Cedric in the last game, he would probably win by a large score like Slytherin in the first game.

Davis is very smart. As long as he can clamp him down and prevent the score from exceeding 160, the victory or defeat will become a competition between the seekers of both sides.

Harry is only a freshman, so Ravenclaw still has an advantage.

"Wayne, I won't let you score again!" Davis chased him relentlessly, even using his body to block the Quaffle that was passed to him.

Vincent looked at Angelina and Aria.

With the help of Fred and George, they finally squeezed out a little space.

Quidditch is indeed a team sport, but like all similar sports, it is very important to have a soul figure.

The rogue rabbit has not been upgraded recently, but has only slightly strengthened its rigidity.

"Maybe I won't score, but you guys don't think about it either."

Vincent quickly retreated and rolled over, sweeping the Quaffle thrown by Aria out of the court with the broom tail.

"Merlin's big pants!" Lee stood up excitedly, "If it was aimed at the goal, this ball would have hit the goal 100%!"

Vincent was under external pressure, but Davis instantly knew his intention.

The pressure from within will gradually cause the Ravenclaw team, which was not outstanding to begin with, to fall apart.

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