This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After filling their stomachs, the six little ones decided to "hang around" in the Slytherin dormitory.

"Do you have a way to deal with those props?"

Vincent, who smiled and said nothing, raised the mithril suitcase.

Fred and George ran out of the kitchen laughing.

The old bat is staying in the Batcave, this is a good opportunity.

After sneaking into the dormitory quietly, Cedric told him the password he got from a girl in the Snake House.

"Pure blood——" he cried sadly, "can you please don't let me go next time, they will find out sooner or later."

"Thank you, brother." George patted his shoulder seriously,

"For our better tomorrow, just date them a few more times."

"You - you are so cruel!" Cedric opened the door and walked in with a frustrated look on his face.

Sacrificing his appearance and saying so in such a high-sounding way, he is simply the best enemy of Hogwarts.

"To be honest, Vincent's conditions are much better than mine." He stopped suddenly.

At 12 years old, he is nearly 170cm tall, with a physique stronger than most adults, and a handsome face that is still young but full of confidence.

Cedric stood side by side with Vincent,

"If I were a butter boy,

He has the right tough guy style. "

He patted his arm, which was slightly thicker than his own, "Listen, how crisp the sound is!"

"It's not that I don't want to," Vincent spread his hands, "Other colleges are fine, but all the girls here dislike me. ♦♦  ♦♦"

"That's true." Fred shook his head regretfully, "Sed, until the situation doesn't improve, we have no choice but to wrong you."

"Until graduation, right?" Cedric said with a stinky face, "I shouldn't have believed you in the first place.

If Merlin could give me another chance, I would definitely not eat that hot pot meal. "

George raised his neck and said, "Even if you had to do it over again, you would still choose to eat."

Cedric was speechless.

That night was obviously to lure him and Luo Fei into taking the bait. If there was no hot pot, there would be something else.

When he arrived at the target point, he was already flushed with laughter from the twins.

"Sure enough, it's gone." Vincent pulled out his wand and pointed at the luxurious wooden door in front of him.

The Malfoy house had just been ransacked, and no matter how brave you were, you wouldn't be able to blatantly place dark magic items.

What happened to the school director?

Fudge is still waiting to harvest the second wave.

The light blue light shining from the tip of the alder stick,

They are cracking the magic traps at the door one by one.

There are no black magic tools, these things can only be solved by the Ten Thousand Curses.

"Click -" Vincent gently opened the door and entered the room he had not been to for nearly a year.

As always, low-key, luxurious and classy, ​​and as always, sleep like a dead pig.

Probably because of Snape's irregular patrols, there was nothing arranged beside Draco's bed.

Vincent opened the suitcase very skillfully and took out a very ordinary rope.

Fred and George were equally adept at pulling large dung eggs out of their pockets.

Hermione rolled her eyes on the spot.

She seemed to know why Draco wore a sexy perfume for a few days last year.

After nearly twenty months, if he doesn't collapse, he will be considered mentally strong.

It’s still the crystal chandelier, the same school robe on the hanger, and the same tied position.

Everything is exactly the same as last year.

If we had to say there was a difference, there were only three more spectators.

When the rope became thinner, all six little ones left quietly.

"Do you think he will be tricked again?"

"Definitely not."

"Believe me, he will."

Not to mention the removal of the original arrangements, just sleeping like a dead pig already doomed the outcome.

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The sun was exceptionally bright the next day, as bright as the laughter that exploded in the auditorium.

"Wow -" the twins leaned over to the Slytherin table and took a deep breath.

"Whose high-end perfume is this? Why do we seem to have smelled it somewhere?"

Draco's pink and tender skin became even redder after taking dozens of baths.

"Damn red hair, did you do it?"

"How is that possible~"

Just as Crabbe and Goyle were about to stand up, Lockhart trotted over with his signature smile.

"Perfume? What perfume?" He sniffed at Fred and George, then bent towards Draco.

"I remember you,

Mr. Malfoy's darling son. "

"I have a name, Professor." Draco raised his chin high, "Listen, my name is Draco—Draco Malfoy."

Lockhart nodded slightly, then straightened his back, "As your teacher, I really have no reason to discipline you——

But as a good friend of your father, I have to tell you something. "

He lightly fanned his clothes, "Look, I don't even use perfume!

I have been your age and understand your desire to attract attention. "

"Pfft-hahahaha-" the laughter in the auditorium became even louder.

Draco's fists were clenched tightly.

"But, but," Lockhart said seriously, as if he was not affected: "This idea is undoubtedly wrong.

Your current age is the time to concentrate on your studies, and you cannot focus on these crooked ways. "

The social team has added another strong member.

Lockhart was not as dejected as he was yesterday when he left. Instead, he seemed to be full of a sense of accomplishment, as if he had persuaded a lost boy.

"He's actually quite pleasant." Harry was in a good mood and drank an extra bowl of oatmeal.

Ron was drinking his third bowl, "To be honest, I'm beginning to think we're very lucky."

"I agree."

Draco skipped classes that day.

Or the whole day.

When he received a letter from Lucius in the evening, his mentality collapsed.

"Crappy Defense Class! Crappy Professor!"

Lockhart was also a recipient of the Order of Merlin, Class 3, so no matter how unreliable he was, he had to give him some face.

Otherwise, he would not give face to the Wizengamot, the Ministry of Magic, and Fudge, who was responsible for awarding the medals.

"Draco, why don't we just learn from Wayne and the others!"

"Yes, they can deal with Quirrell, why can't we?"

The ideas proposed by Crabbe and Goyle made Draco "smile with joy".

"You guys go ahead, it's better to put him in Azkaban too."

He has a bad reputation in Hogwarts, not in the huge wizarding world.

If those fanatical fans spit at him, they can flood the entire Slytherin dormitory in a few minutes.

Crabbe and Goyle, who didn't know what was going on, took it seriously.

It's a pity that they were caught by Snape as soon as they went out at night.

"Professor, we-"

"Go back!"

Snape, in a bad mood, returned to the first floor and sat back on the small bench placed in front of the dungeon entrance.

By the time it was past three in the morning, he had enough reason to suspect that a group of little bastards knew his whereabouts.

What? Draco is miserable?

It's more miserable than him staying up all night!

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