This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Early in the morning, before dawn, a wail came from the Slytherin dormitory.

Draco was sleeping gracefully, but he just turned over too much, and misfortune fell from the sky, and his face was covered with sticky substances.

This taste is particularly choking.

"Shet!!!"

Only after he turned on the light did he realize what was stuck on him.

These things, which are a mixture of certain magical items, turn out to be dung eggs that imitate both their shape and taste.

"What does it smell like?" Crabbe and Goyle both opened their eyes drowsily.

Who is this person standing in his dormitory, covered in shit-yellow paint?

A thief? Or are you here for a visit?

Everything their boss arranged was an antique.

"Idiot!" Draco wiped his face with his hands, "Hurry up and give me the quilt!"

Wrapped in two thick quilts, he hurriedly rushed to the shower room.

While not many people are getting up now, I have to wash up quickly before talking about anything else.

"Who is it...?"

Master Malfoy, who was taking his twentieth bath, burst out into a hysterical roar.

Gryffindor boys' dormitory.

Vincent got up and stretched.

"Ah, the environment here is better."

The sunshine shining in from the window was warm, dispelling the coldness that clung to his body yesterday.

Slytherin's shabby dungeon, he never wanted to enter it a second time in his life.

"Good morning..." Neville got up with his eyes closed.

With a "thud", he fell off the bed without any surprise. ♦♦  ♦♦

Under the laughter of the other two roommates, he stood up as if nothing had happened.

"Neville, did you not sleep well?"

"No, I've been like this since I was a child."

Vincent couldn't help but secretly guess whether this unlucky physique could be another extremely rare magical talent.

If you have good luck, you should also have bad luck.

"Come on, I'll share some good luck with you."

Neville nodded seriously, "Thank you, I will try my best not to infect you with bad luck."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The four people in the entire dormitory held their bellies and laughed.

Alfred Johnson and James Walker smiled and laughed, and their impressions of Neville were greatly improved.

Originally, they all thought that this timid-looking roommate would have an unsociable and indifferent personality.

But looking at it now, with a roommate like Vincent who can fight regardless of his image, this dormitory will probably be very harmonious.

This is also true.

The four people who went to the auditorium to dine together have become friends with each other.

"My father is a Muggle and my mother is a witch,"

James, who is somewhat short, told an interesting story about his family, "After getting married, my father was almost frightened and ran to No. 10 Downing Street."

"What kind of place is this?" Alfred, whose parents are wizards, was puzzled: "Is it a Muggle witch-hunting organization?"

"No, no, no," Vincent took a sip of hot milk, "That's a good place to brag."

"Bragging?" James, who knew the truth, was stunned.

In a sense, this place does brag every day.

The analogy to the Ministry of Magic was understood by both Neville and Alfred.

Regardless of Muggles or wizards, this great empire is really getting worse every year.

What is the current Minister of Magic best at?

In addition to awarding myself badges, I also promote my work ability in newspapers.

"Gu Gu——" The brown-haired ball dropped from the sky and hit Vincent.

He hugged the other person with some disgust, "Didn't Professor McGonagall make a weight loss plan for you?"

"Gu Gu!!"

"I understand, you, the most noble owl in Hogwarts, need to be treated differently."

Neville stretched his neck and leaned closer, "You can actually understand owl language?"

"No." Vincent fed Gugu the ham in his sandwich, "I can just understand what it's saying by feeling."

"Wow, that's amazing!"

Not long after the three people sighed, a large group of owls flew into the auditorium.

One of the owls flew towards them.

It landed in front of Neville, tilting its head to hint at something.

"I think it wants to drink milk."

Neville pushed his cup over before opening today's Daily Prophet.

"Vincent, you're in the newspaper!"

He read aloud with great interest: "Mr. Vincent Wayne, who entered school yesterday, successfully created a new history of Hogwarts..."

James said with envy on his face: "This title is almost as good as Harry's, right?"

"It's far from it." Vincent opened another sandwich, "In ten or eight days, people won't forget who I am."

"I envy your mentality." Alfred pushed his milk in front of the owl.

"This reporter is really interesting." Neville pointed to the signature at the end of the news.

Could it be that the term "cute beetle" refers to Rita?

The seemingly airtight Hogwarts Castle definitely has many small holes through which messages can be conveyed.

Neville put down the newspaper and suddenly squinted his eyes to look around.

"Why do I always feel like something is missing..."

Vincent patted his big belly, "It must be Leif, I haven't seen it since last night."

"No, my Leif!"

Neville's wailing sound was heard by Draco who had just entered.

The strong fragrance emanating from his body almost instantly covered the entire hall.

He led his two younger brothers to the Gryffindor table with a swagger, and raised his chin high in the midst of a lot of unfriendly eyes.

"That ugly toad is as stupid as you, Longbottom."

Without Vincent standing up, the twins with strange endings squeezed over.

"Wow, worthy of being the young master of the Malfoy family, even the perfume smells so high-end~"

George sniffed deeply with his nose, "Ah, this is the smell of gold galleons~"

Hermione, who was eating in the corner, couldn't hold it back.

She was choked and coughed violently.

Vincent glanced over and found that she was sitting alone.

It seems that the girls' dormitory is not as harmonious as the boys'.

He was about to walk over to say hello, but Draco walked around the twins and stood next to Harry opposite.

"Look, Potter, they are all hopeless idiots.

If you don't want to stay with them, I can ask my father to use the power of the school director to transfer you to Slytherin College."

Harry's expression was extremely unnatural.

He was about to wave his hand to refuse, when he found a tall figure walking over.

"Mr. Malfoy, your position doesn't seem to be here~"

Draco turned his head and almost couldn't hold back the expression on his face.

"You again, Wayne!"

Since yesterday,

Draco Malfoy, the only heir of the noble and pure Malfoy family, has been in bad luck.

Thinking carefully, it seems that it all started from that train.

It's a pity that he even chose a front compartment other than the prefects, intending to invite Harry to enjoy this wonderful journey together.

The culprit of all this is actually an ugly and stupid toad.

Draco smiled, and his face was hideous.

"Duel, Wayne!"

He stared straight into those blue eyes, "Wizards duel, everything is solved with magic!"

Vincent curled his lips: "This is against school rules.

What's more, what if you don't come?"

Led by the twins, the Gryffindor table burst into laughter.

Draco, with a slightly red face, waved his little hand, "It's ridiculous, our Malfoy family will never run away!"

The little eagles and badgers who were silently watching here couldn't help laughing out loud.

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