This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Cornish elves are very mischievous and much smarter than the goblins outside the Burrow.

After being struck twice by Vincent's alder wand, none of them dared come near him again.

But it's different elsewhere.

Fortunately, Hermione was skilled in using various spells to drive them away.

Draco was unlucky.

The elf not only grabbed his school robe, but also messed up his carefully styled hair.

Crabbe and Goyle wanted to help, but unfortunately their little hands were tightly clenched and refused to let go.

"Idiot! Don't pull too hard!"

In addition, several broke the windows,

Sneaked directly outside the corridor.

Filch would be furious.

Ink was splashed all over the classroom, books and papers were torn into pieces, the wallpaper was scratched into pieces, the waste bin was overturned, and schoolbags and textbooks were thrown out of the broken windows one by one.

Most of the students hid under their desks.

Vincent, who was sitting still, was unhappy.

Because they didn't throw away their textbooks.

"Come on, drive them back!" shouted Lockhart. "They're just little elves——"

He rolled up his sleeves and waved his wand widely,

"Peschipixipestenomi!"

It had no effect, and a few elves even jumped over.

The moment the valuable cherry wood wand was snatched away, Lockhart bent down and hid under the podium.

Vincent looked up at a few people shaking the crystal chandeliers.

If this thing falls, the whole class will suffer.

"Hurry up and gather together——"

The alder wand pointed upward, and then swept around in a circle.

The naughty elves seemed to be pulled, flying backwards towards the large cage that originally contained them.

"Shet!" Draco was grabbed and his school robe and hair were torn off.

The shaky crystal chandelier was pushed back again, and the broken window was restored to its original state.

But Vincent did not restore the torn off wallpaper and scraps of paper.

It's not that he can't, he just doesn't want to see that big face.

Lockhart poked his head out of the podium, "Wow - it turns out there was a delay in my spell."

"The wand is flying -" Vincent caught the cherry wood wand with his right hand, "Yes, Professor."

All the students' eyes were on him.

Although it was very chaotic just now, many people saw him casting the spell.

The magic wand is gone, what kind of spell can be delayed like this?

Lockhart took the wand without embarrassment, "Well, I was actually just testing your reactions in the face of emergencies."

He put the black cloth back on the cage, "Vincent performed very well. He successfully resolved this crisis without hesitation."

Vincent felt instantly offended.

Why did the "crisis" arise?

It's not Lockhart who is so arrogant on the podium.

"Everyone must learn from him,

Although his ability is still slightly lower than mine. "

The students almost rolled their eyes.

The same goes for the more "stubborn" Lavender.

She was sitting right behind Vincent and was one of the people who was not persecuted by the elf.

This is something that even the idol filter doesn't work with. No matter how reasonable the explanation is, it won't hold up.

Lockhart stood quite awkwardly, but fortunately the bell suddenly rang to save him.

"I won't leave any homework. Let's go back." As soon as he finished speaking, he left the classroom as if running away.

"No need to thank me." Vincent looked at Draco, then stood up and left.

He didn't even touch the signed collector's edition.

Hermione pulled out her timetable, hesitated and tore it into pieces.

Her empty little face seemed to indicate that something else had been torn into pieces.

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Court of Owls Club Room.

"That's a disaster!"

Ron was complaining to his twin brother, "I thought he was just a showman, but I didn't expect him to be made of paper."

"George, when are we going to have Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons?"

"I don't know, we're all going to skip class anyway."

"Great idea!"

With evil smiles on their faces, Fred and George went to spread the word to the club students.

Vincent, who was sitting quietly in the corner, held a notebook in his left hand and continued to lift a barbell up and down with his right hand.

Neville, who was sitting next to him playing cards, suddenly stood up and said, "Oops! I left my textbook in the classroom!"

James, who was reading comics, poked his little head out and said, "To be honest, those shabby books are disgusting to me even if I use them to wipe my butt."

"At least it's not as disgusting as yours." Alfred threw the cards on the table, "Can you stop getting on my side intentionally or unintentionally?"

"Aren't you curious?" James turned the comic over mysteriously.

Alfred quickly closed his eyes, "Ah - go away quickly -"

Vincent glanced at it accidentally,

Quickly return your attention to your notebook.

It is simply unsightly!

Isn't it just a notebook? Who are you looking down on by coding?

Neville pretended not to see them,

"Actually, it's good not to bring it with me, so I can have one less thing to remember."

Vincent closed the notebook and stretched, "If your grandma knew, she would definitely send you a roaring letter."

"Ah, this -" Neville trembled for a moment, then frowned, "Come on, I don't care about other people's opinions anyway."

Alfred pushed aside the comic book covering his face, "You are at an amazing level, at least on the same level as LeBron."

James behind him stared at him with disdain, "What do you know? I am just paving the way for you."

"Thank you, I appreciate your kindness."

Vincent shook his head helplessly and put the barbell upright on the table, "Do you want to exercise?"

"Come on, this is the first day of school!"

"Okay." When he turned to face the ring, he accidentally found Luna sitting near the door.

She sat with Ginny, flipping through the Gwent cards in her hand one by one.

No matter what the purpose, the fact that the club has new students joining is enough to prove its popularity.

Unfortunately, there are still no Slytherin students.

...

...

After the twins' extensive publicity, in just half a day, all the teachers and students in the school knew that Lockhart had caused a disaster.

Shortly after the astronomy class, six small figures gathered in the kitchen.

"So you knew it a long time ago?"

"I've been speculating, but I'm sure of it today."

Hermione remembered some of the little details from before, "You're right, I hate myself now."

Vincent comforted her, "It's good that you didn't deceive yourself, after all, he really pretended to be very similar."

"Dumbledore must be crazy." Rolf glanced at the spread-out Marauder's Map, "Even if you can't find a suitable professor, you don't have to choose such a person, right?"

"In fact, Mr. Scamander is the professor this year."

"My grandfather?"

"Yes." Vincent told the details of Dumbledore's trick on Newt.

As a grandson, Rolf really didn't know about this.

"Mr. Scamander wanted to treat it as a surprise, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who likes to show off everywhere."

"Alas - Grandpa still doesn't dare to make Grandma angry.

If he insisted a little more, we wouldn't have to face Lockhart for a whole year."

Hermione's little head drooped lower and lower.

Every comment about Lockhart pierced her heart like a sharp knife.

Don’t judge a person by his appearance.

What you can see is often what others want you to see.

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