This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Ever since the rumor spread that Lockhart used a dancing zombie to scare the second-year students, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has not had any new activities for two weeks.

Maybe he has given up completely. His recent classes are either self-study or asking students to read textbooks aloud.

Yes, the seven textbooks on the list.

Gryffindor House collectively started to play badly.

Read aloud? Read Merlin's big pants aloud.

Such a shameful thing, Slytherin insisted on two classes before giving up.

However, every time Lockhart asked a question, they would raise their hands and answer it immediately.

Hufflepuff is okay, at least they pretend on the surface.

Ravenclaw is amazing,

reading the textbook with their mouths, but looking at other textbooks.

There are history of magic and astronomy.

In their opinion, these two may be more interesting than the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Halloween Eve is Friday.

The moment Lockhart came to the podium, he habitually announced that this class would be self-study.

Vincent in the first row simply took out the big furnace and began to refine the iron-copper alloy in a dignified manner.

Hermione did the same.

She took out a small furnace from a small white semicircular cloth bag, and then took out iron and copper blocks one after another.

The small cloth bag was cast with a traceless extension spell.

It was a birthday gift from Vincent to her.

The shape was the same as the blue fat man's,

and it could be attached to any part of the body.

Seeing the two of them so blatantly,

Lockhart gritted his teeth and took out a small black book from his robe.

Every time he wrote a sentence, he would pause for a few seconds.

Sometimes he was confused, sometimes he was unwilling.

But gradually, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

When he closed the book, he glanced at Vincent and Hermione.

The two had a lot in common.

They both performed well since childhood, came from Muggle families, and were both Gryffindor students.

But these were not the most important things.

The most important thing was their overflowing disgust for themselves.

The moment the bell rang, Lockhart gave Slytherin 20 points as usual, and then left the classroom when Gryffindor showed his indifference.

Draco walked in the corridor with his head held high.

He glanced at Harry and Ron who were playing cards.

"Only rubbish people would play this rubbish card."

Before Vincent could make a move, Hermione, who was standing next to him, stood up with a swish.

"Malfoy, didn't you brush your teeth today?"

Draco glanced at him with contempt, "Big buck teeth, I don't bother to use your Muggle rubbish."

Hermione glanced at him from top to bottom,

"Your ancestors followed William the Conqueror to Britain from France,

and only gave up the title in the Muggle world after the birth of the Statute of Secrecy.

Without William I, the Muggle,

your family would still be living in France."

"Shut up!" Draco pinched his face as if he was touched on a sore spot, "Without our help, that Muggle would have died long ago!"

"So?" Hermione straightened her chest, barely equal to his height,

"Didn't the privileges you enjoyed before come from the Muggle royal family later?"

Pick up the bowl to eat, put down the bowl to curse.

Those who know this history will think that the Malfoys are a fence-sitter family, leaning to whichever side has the benefit.

But in Draco's view, the Malfoy family just happens to make the right choice every time.

Those who were unhappy with them were all jealous of their eyes.

"Stupid!" He sneered, "This is the wizarding world, you want to use the stupid Muggle morality to constrain us?

Granger, besides studying, where else are you smart!"

"Of course I am." Vincent smiled and stood up, "She has a group of friends who are not interested in profit, do you have them too?"

"Wayne——" Draco was so angry that his teeth itched.

"If you make the wrong choice once, your family will go to hell, right?"

"Humph!" He snorted coldly and left the classroom quickly.

Although Crabbe and Goyle followed behind, the back figure was obviously a little flustered.

Blaise and Pansy walked in front of Vincent.

Theodore, who left by the back door, ignored him and just kept his eyes on Daphne.

When she came over,

he whispered:

"Your thoughts are not living in the old times like them, why do you pretend to be the same kind of people?"

Daphne paused, then quickly caught up with Pansy.

"The Court of Owls welcomes everyone, and is not as extreme as the Black Swan."

Vincent watched her disappear from the back, with a slight smile on his face.

James and Alfred, who were closest to him, shook their confused heads together.

"Are you attracted to her?"

"My old man Merlin! The Greengrass family is not a good choice!"

Vincent's expression collapsed instantly, "We have to get some Slytherin students in, right?"

"Oh." Neville nodded in sudden realization, "So that's how it is, I thought you were going to go and play with them."

"Narrow-minded!" Vincent yelled at him, "Do I look like such a superficial person! Huh?"

"No--not like." Neville shrank his neck.

Vincent felt that his blood pressure was a little high.

Before dealing with Daphne, he had to deal with this group of little lions first.

Especially Fred and George.

As long as they were convinced, the difficulty would probably drop from hell level to difficult level.

Harry and Ron didn't have any objection to his behavior.

Because of the Halloween party later, they were going to Nick's birthday party.

"Harry, it's raining."

"Yeah, it's getting heavier."

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The Owl Court Activity Room.

"Are you crazy?"

"No, I'm not."

Fred and George's eyes were more serious than ever.

They all saw determination on Vincent's face, and a kind of confidence that was difficult to describe in words.

"Dude, do you know that their fathers have many Death Eaters?"

"I read the Daily Prophet every day, and I know very well who those nicknames refer to."

The goddess of the night in Norse mythology is called Nott. Rita once used this name to introduce Theodore's father, Old Nott, a veteran Death Eater.

The prosperous wizard family refers to Black. Almost all members of their family are Death Eaters, and only two married ones are not imprisoned in Azkaban.

And if you translate the strange people into French, you will get the name Lestrange.

Although the Greengrass family is not as extreme as them, they are also full-fledged supporters of pure-blood supremacy.

George glanced around and tried to lower his voice: "Then do you know that their family has a curse?"

"Curse?" Vincent was stunned, "Isn't the reason for their small number of people a history of inbreeding?"

"No." Fred leaned close to his ear and told him a secret that only the Holy Twenty-Eight Families knew.

Although the source is no longer traceable, there is indeed a terrible curse in the Greengrass family.

The name is "Blood Curse", which is a curse that will continue to absorb vitality until the person dies completely.

It flows in the blood and is inherited from generation to generation to the present.

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