This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After class, Hermione cornered Vincent.

"You actually learned how to cast spells without a wand!"

"I can only barely get started."

She pursed her lips, "I just accidentally saw that you didn't even recite the spell."

"Um - that's a silent spell." Vincent looked around, "The reason why I can see the Thestrals is because I have to learn these several years in advance."

Hermione took half a step back in fear and lowered her voice very low, "You must have learned some terrible black magic, right?"

"Professor Dumbledore knows." He also lowered his voice,

"You should be familiar with black magic—forget it, I guess you can figure it out yourself."

She looked directly into these blue eyes, "You want to say that there is no black and white in magic, only the wizard who uses it?"

"Yes." Vincent was a little surprised, "I thought you would be very repulsive."

"It was indeed like this in the beginning." Hermione looked at a certain tower in the castle,

"Later I figured it out,

Knowing nothing about black magic won't do,

In-depth research is even worse. "

Vincent was silent.

The reason why black magic is black magic is because it affects itself,

There is no counterspell that can completely negate it.

Just because it won't be affected doesn't mean it can be used unscrupulously.

He didn't remain silent for long, "How does it feel to try to fit in with the crowd?"

“It’s terrible, I feel like I have split into another personality.

"Come on, you will become the perfect Hermione Granger in people's minds."

Hermione was unimpressed and even rolled her eyes at him.

"Thank you, I think I'm fine now."

"Well, there are still 5 minutes."

"What five minutes?"

Vincent raised his hand and held his watch in front of her eyes, "There are still five minutes until the next Transfiguration class."

"Then why don't you hurry up and get there!" Hermione strode towards the castle.

"Why don't you get rid of the smell first?"

She took out her wand as she ran, and before she could say the spell, she felt the breeze blowing in front of her became much stronger.

She looked back and saw that Vincent had just lowered his wand.

"What else can't you do?"

"Dark magic, plus the Unforgivable Curse."

"I'm really curious about what you did in North America."

"You know I can't tell you, at least not now."

Turning her head back, Hermione pouted and rushed into the castle at a faster speed.

When the two of them ran to the Transfiguration classroom, Harry and Ron happened to come down.

Although they had just taken a shower, they were sweating again.

"Thank God, I'm not late!"

The social-dead duo still remember the first class last year.

Mag said a long paragraph at a very fast speed,

They still remember it vividly.

"Where have you been?" James grinned and gave Vincent an elbow.

"We chatted for a while."

"And proper exercise?"

"My Merlin -" Vincent leaned back in an extremely exaggerated manner, "What did you learn during the summer vacation?"

James smiled mysteriously, "I came back too late yesterday, I will open your eyes after class."

"Thank you, I don't need it."

"I don't need it either."

Although Neville didn't quite understand, he declined politely.

All three of them thought that the title of Hogwarts Master of Defilation belonged to James.

"Tch—don't regret it."

Vincent suppressed his laughter and gave him an elbow.

When James saw Mag come in, he immediately sat upright like a good baby.

"Everyone has improved compared to last year." She glanced at Harry and Ron, "I hope you can keep it up."

The students all suppressed their laughter and looked at the red-cheeked duo.

"Okay, let's turn to page 17 of the textbook." Mag took out a large cage from under the podium.

It was densely packed with small black beetles.

"Can anyone tell me what is the difference between the deformation of living creatures and the deformation of objects?"

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Hermione raised her little hands high at an unprecedented speed.

"Miss Granger."

"Objects can be transformed into any shape at will, while the deformation of living creatures must take into account factors such as volume and size."

"Correct answer, 10 points for Gryffindor." McGonagall opened the big cage, clapped her hands gently and the little beetle automatically flew towards the students.

"Follow what the textbook says and turn it into a button."

Vincent is still the fastest.

After all, he calls himself Dr. Beetle,

Know everything about them.

The jet black buttons have gold edges, and in the middle is the same golden letter "w".

"Very beautiful." Mag twisted the button,

"Mr. Wayne,

I think it deserves 20 points for you. "

"Thank you, Professor."

Hermione's finished product was basically the same as his.

But it's edged in red, and the letter becomes "g".

It was also 20 points, and I was stunned to see the little eagles who were in class together.

Even with the presence of the social-death duo, Gryffindor is still gaining momentum this year.

"Crack-" Ron's wand emitted small sparks.

The little beetle in front of him remained unmoved and didn't even bother to move.

"Change it!"

Perhaps due to excessive force, the cracks on his wand expanded, and thick gray smoke smelling like rotten eggs even came out of the tip.

"Hey, lend me your tape."

Without saying a word, Hermione opened her stationery bag and took out a roll of magic tape.

The tape that could repair ordinary items obviously couldn't repair his wand.

"Change it again-"

Ron's wand, which had been wrapped several times, emitted an even bigger cloud of smoke.

"Ahem—" Hermione, who bore the brunt of the blow, unfortunately took a breath.

Mag raised his wand and dispersed the expanding smoke.

"Mr. Weasley, is there something wrong with your wand?"

"Professor, since yesterday-"

"puff--"

Ron narrowed his eyes and stared at Seamus sitting behind him.

"Since I fell down yesterday, it has become what it is now."

Mag nodded slightly and sat back without saying a word.

"Change, change, change—"

Fully prepared, Hermione waved her wand and put on the gas mask turned from a textbook.

"Cough cough cough -" Ron was so smoked that he couldn't open his eyes and waved his arms randomly to try to drive away the thick smoke.

After Mag dispersed it again, he found that the small beetle on his table had been squashed.

Her face was very ugly.

"Professor, can I have another beetle?"

"Come and get it." She didn't give Ron a hard-headed look.

Although there was a big problem with the wand, it was ultimately his fault.

Without secretly driving, it would be impossible to be controlled by a house elf.

If it is not controlled, it will not hit the Whomping Willow and break the wand.

She hoped Ron would understand this.

But it's obvious that he doesn't think it's his problem.

When the bell rang, she was not surprised that Harry looked relieved.

If we want them to reflect deeply, it seems they need to do something more ruthless.

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