This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The reason why Malfoy, one of the 28 pure-blood families in the magic world, can always maintain its prosperity is that they are very good at choosing the right time.

When they saw the rise of the mysterious man, they hurriedly approached him.

When he was about to fall, they immediately turned their guns around.

It was just a wizard duel, and there was no need for Draco to lose face to this extent.

Vincent rolled his eyes, "If you didn't go, you can still say that someone present told the teacher, right?

To be honest, I'm not impulsive."

After he said this, the little lions realized Malfoy's sinister intentions.

It would be fine if he was not caught and deducted points, but if he was deducted points, could Vincent still mix in Gryffindor?

He is not a savior, just a newcomer in the magic world with a little fame.

"Despicable!"

"Dirty, too dirty!"

A series of curses scared Draco.

His steps were a little shaky, and he kicked his two younger brothers with a red face.

Crabbe and Goyle then pushed away the little lions that were surrounding them.

"Saturday night, you decide the location!"

"Okay, I'll tell Filch!"

Vincent's slightly lazy eyes met those eyes full of resentment.

"Humph, let's go." Draco walked away swaggeringly.

Although he failed to dig a pit, the little snakes didn't say anything to him.

Several seniors even pointed at Gryffindor and whispered.

Vincent had a better understanding of the influence of the Malfoy family.

What is the lowest level of foundation of a pure-blood wizard family?

He glanced at Ron, who was wearing at least a third-hand school robe, and then glanced at Neville next door who was thinking about where he had been last night.

This temperament is wrong!

The golden-haired classmate's natural superiority is obviously from the sense of superiority of pure blood.

But there are only 28 pure-blood families, and sooner or later they will face the problem of reproduction.

"No wonder they dislike Muggle-born wizards..."

"What did you say?"

Vincent spread his hands to Neville, "No, I'm just a little curious about the magic world in other countries."

"I'm curious too."

After finishing their meal, the four of them walked out of the auditorium.

The Transfiguration classroom is on the first floor,

a spacious room with three rows of desks on each side,

and a tabby cat squatting on the podium.

Before going in, Vincent put Gugu on the windowsill in the corridor.

"You need to exercise more, okay?"

Gugu raised his little head and flew away slowly.

He shuddered and sat in the first row of desks on the left under the gaze of the tabby cat.

"Why so early..." Neville next to him muttered softly.

Not to mention the students in the same college, even the little eagles who were taking classes together hadn't arrived yet.

"Ahem——" Vincent sat upright, which puzzled the other three.

Why did he get into the state so quickly when the dean hadn't arrived yet?

Alfred stared at the tabby cat on the podium thoughtfully, and suddenly sat upright.

"Shh - don't forget our identity as the dean."

Neville was stunned, his face inexplicably terrified.

James, who had a lot of questions, was about to speak, and Hermione walked into the classroom alone.

She sat on the other side of the first row with a somewhat surprised expression.

The two empty seats in the middle were not taken until the classroom was almost full.

The little lions dared not look at Vincent and Hermione's academic aura.

It was nine o'clock, and the two seats were still empty.

The tabby cat on the podium looked more and more unfriendly.

"Is the professor late?"

"Not only that, Harry and Ron are late too."

"Maybe the professor is holding their ears and coming over."

Simo Finnigan and the tall black Dean Thomas, who were sitting in the second row, were a little sloppy and did not realize that McGonagall had actually arrived, and was even the first to arrive.

Their high-pitched talk made the eyes of the five people in the front row become sympathetic.

"Da Da Da -"

The hurried footsteps were getting closer and closer.

Harry and Ron, who stumbled in, breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Just before they walked to the two empty seats in the front row of Gryffindor, the tabby cat on the podium suddenly jumped down.

Dark green robes,

Meticulously golden bun hair,

Weird square glasses,

Isn't this the head of the Lion House,

Professor McGonagall, who teaches Transfiguration and can turn into a cat.

Ron opened his mouth wide: "This is too damn amazing."

"Thank you for your evaluation, Mr. Weasley."

She spoke very quickly, and Harry couldn't close his mouth when he heard it, "Maybe I should have turned you and Mr. Potter into a pocket watch together last night,

That way at least one of you would not slow down."

"We are lost." Harry looked innocent.

"Then it will become a map," McGonagall pursed her lips and walked to the podium, "You don't need a map to find your seat, do you?"

The two indifferent people sat down quickly.

Being late for the first class, and it was the class of their own dean, would definitely not end well.

"Transfiguration is the most complicated and dangerous magic you will learn in Hogwarts.

If anyone is naughty in my class, I will ask him to leave and never let him come in again."

McGonagall glanced at Seamus and Dean in the second row, "I warned you."

She then pulled out her wand and transformed the podium in front of her into a big pink fat pig, and then changed it back again.

"Transfiguration has many branches, including cross-species transformation and human body transformation.

Learning Transfiguration requires a lot of 'hard work' because it is more rigorous and scientific than other subjects.

Only when you get it right can you be considered successful in Transfiguration."

After the little lions and eagles took notes, she distributed a match to each of them.

"Turn it into a needle, the thinner the better."

Vincent took the lead in holding the wand and pointed it at the small match on the table.

A short needle with thin ends made the eagles on the opposite side stunned.

"Great, two points for Gryffindor!"

McGonagall did not hide her admiration, "Mr. Wayne, you must have practiced many times during the holidays, right?"

Vincent nodded obediently, "Yes, professor, I tried almost all the small items at home."

"No damage, right?"

"Just a little bit."

She gave a comforting look, "Your parents will be proud of you."

"Thank you, professor, I will keep working hard."

Behind Vincent's success is a past when he was almost chased and beaten by his old father with a gun.

During that time, the Wayne family did not open the store for several consecutive days, and they slept on the floor like a ruin at night.

People who did not know the inside story all had a lot of good feelings for this big boy with a bright smile.

He was polite,

modest and had no discomfort,

and made it clear that he would not violate school rules when provoked.

Such a little wizard is simply the rising star of Hogwarts.

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