This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Three o'clock in the afternoon, a greenhouse at the back of the castle. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜

The professor of Herbology is the Head of House of Hufflepuff.

A short, fat witch,

Pomona Sprout.

She often wears shabby robes stained with mud and has a gentle smile on her face.

Hufflepuff's hard-working and kind-hearted characteristics are fully demonstrated here.

"Who can tell me the purpose of Bai Xian?"

Vincent and Hermione both raised their hands almost simultaneously.

"Ladies first."

The gentlemanly demeanor he displayed won Sprout's favor a lot.

"Bixian is a plant with magical properties. It can be used to make potions, and it also has a strong healing effect."

"Correct answer, one point from Gryffindor."

She held a plate of green leaves carefully, "In addition to using white fresh essence, using it in time can make the wound heal without scars."

Harry subconsciously touched the lightning scar on his forehead.

If Hagrid had brought some freshness back then, maybe he wouldn't have to lift his hair every time.

"So what else does it do?"

This time Hermione didn't raise her hand.

With permission, Vincent gave the answer: "A mixture of fresh white wine and silver powder can be used to treat werewolf bites.

But that doesn't stop lycanthropy from becoming infected. "

Sprout smiled even brighter, "It seems that Mr. Wayne has read the textbook carefully.

One point for Gryffindor! "

Hermione's expression was a bit unnatural, and her hand holding the textbook was trembling.

Ron, who was sitting next to her, noticed something strange about her, "Hey, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No."

"Okay." He turned his head away angrily.

Look at the little cotton-padded jacket Ginny at home,

Look at Hermione, whose face is full of indifference to strangers.

Why is the gap between girls so big?

After the whole class, Gryffindor once again added nine points.

Even if Sprout scores one point every time, he can't stand the huge amount.

Vincent, who fought for four points, was undeterred.

On the other hand, Hermione, who raised her little head arrogantly, was no longer as unhappy as before.

"See you tomorrow morning." Sprout walked out of the greenhouse.

The playful little lions surrounded Vincent and left under the puzzled eyes of the little badgers.

Eighteen minutes a day is another new record.

"Hermione also has a share." Vincent looked at the other person who was not paying attention.

"Brother, if you continue to be humble," Seamus put his arm around his shoulders, "that would be hypocrisy."

"That's right!"

The little lions all seemed to reject Hermione.

Probably because she wasn't very gregarious to begin with.

Vincent looked at the lonely figure who was leaving slightly, "Anyway, this credit belongs to Hermione and Harry."

"Okay, just a little." Seamus hugged Harry, "Gryffindor is the best!" "

Vincent responded awkwardly, and now all he could think about was how to unite the little lions.

According to the impulsive personality of the average person, this difficulty is comparable to bringing down the Malfoy family.

No wonder Gryffindor and Slytherin always refuse to deal with them. It turns out that the little snakes are used to divert internal conflicts.

After thinking about it, it was time to cook again.

Draco's eyes remained unchanged.

Vincent still had a hard time holding back his laughter.

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Early morning.

Three small figures slipped into the dungeon again.

The house is filled with familiar antiques and the familiar luxurious crystal chandeliers.

It's just that high-end gold galleons scent that's a bit choking.

The three people who were quietly rummaging through the boxes soon found this bottle of sinful perfume.

"Are you sure you can make him full of boils?"

"I've experienced it myself."

George shut his mouth.

Fortunately, Vincent didn't throw away the failed ones, otherwise they would have sneaked into the potions classroom first and fought with the old bat until dawn.

"Why is Snape still in there?"

"He thinks it's the Batcave."

The three of them quickly walked out of the Slytherin dormitory with some trembling.

"Why is she here!"

The Marauder's Map showed Hermione sitting in front of the Gryffindor boys' dormitory.

"I think she must be waiting for you to come back~"

Vincent pushed away the two big faces with evil smiles, "Don't be like this, maybe she will be rejected by her roommate..."

After briefly recounting today's events, the twins began to sympathize with Hermione.

Not to mention she didn't fit in when she first entered school, even her roommates ostracized her.

"It's so pitiful. She must be wiping her tears secretly."

Vincent nodded in agreement, "Although she is miserable, how are we going to get back to the dormitory?"

"this……"

The twins were silent.

If they could fly, going back from the tower wouldn't be a problem.

But the key point is that even if she can get a broomstick, Mrs. Norris's ability to hear and identify locations cannot be compromised.

"I hate it. I should have asked Charlie for textbooks earlier."

"Charlie?"

"He is our second brother and he just graduated this year."

The three people with a bright future in mind all set their sights on the fourth floor on the map.

Filch is still patrolling here today.

"How to say?"

"Supper in the kitchen?"

"All right."

The three of them walked along the lower part of the auditorium and came to a huge fruit painting.

Fred reached out and scratched the pear on the far left side of the painting.

It chuckled a few times and then turned into a doorknob.

"Amazing!" He opened the portrait-like door, "This is the most interesting way of opening a door we have ever found."

"It's quite interesting."

Vincent walked into the kitchen and saw four long tables with the same layout as the auditorium above.

The house elves probably put the food in the same place and then transferred it to it through their own special magic.

"Papa, we are here~" George took care of him very familiarly.

The house elf named Papa stepped forward timidly, "Three distinguished little wizards, do you need anything?"

"Let's do it ourselves." Vincent stopped the twins who were about to name the dishes.

"Please." Papa said and hid in the corner with the elves.

More like a slave than a servant.

“They are born to serve their masters.”

George was keenly aware of what made him uncomfortable, "Brother, don't think we are all bad wizards."

"I know history." Vincent took out a small piece of pumpkin pie from a large plate, "I just think that Muggles and wizards are actually no different."

The law of nature, the law of the jungle, is also universal in the magic world.

Wizards who rely on war to stand at the top have the same thinking logic as Muggles.

"It's delicious." He gave a thumbs up to the elves in the corner.

"On behalf of everyone, Papa thanks Mr. Wayne for the compliment."

Papa, who was full of etiquette, bowed to him.

"You're welcome." Vincent picked up the second piece.

He has no way to change the current situation, he can only give the elves the respect they deserve.

Fred and George, who saw everything in their eyes, understood why they would soon develop a crush on him on the train.

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