This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Although there is no conclusive evidence, the descendants of those squibs, wizards called "Mudbloods" by extreme pure-bloods, usually have high magical talents.

After generations of disappointment, they had integrated into Muggle society. When they had completely forgotten that magical world, magic suddenly favored them in a dramatic way.

Maybe it’s accumulation,

Maybe it's compensation.

Pansy knew Daphne was right, as did all the bloodline wizards.

Some people can still deceive themselves, and some people already feel tired.

"Wayne is not a good person!"

"But he's not a bad guy."

She got it.

If the blood curse on Astoria could be solved, Daphne and even the entire Greengrass family would abandon the theory of blood and become a pro-Muggle pure-blood family like Weasley.

The premise is that Vincent has matching ambitions.

But in Draco's words, he is ambitious,

A demon who dreams of letting Muggles ride on wizards.

Pansy stopped in front of the dormitory door, "Have you made your choice?"

"Half and half."

She forced a smile, "Very good,

Any decision we Slytherins make needs to be carefully considered. "

Daphne knew that the relationship had broken down, but it was still on the surface.

"If he fails, it will prove that he is not as good as I thought."

With fake smiles on their faces, they walked into the Slytherin common room.

A large group of students gathered in front of the bulletin board, ranging from first grade to seventh grade.

"Let's go take a look.

"good."

To resolve this strange feeling, they focused on a piece of parchment that had just been nailed up.

Duel Club?

8 o'clock tonight?

hall?

Daphne and Pansy stared at each other blankly.

Which professor is it that dares to make such a big show?

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after dinner,

Court of Owls Room.

Vincent barely thought about it. "Who else but Lockhart?"

"No wonder he didn't come to class today."

Fred and George started egging him on:

"Brother, don't you want to express yourself openly?"

"This is a good opportunity. When the little snakes see you defeating the whole audience, or successfully solving an accident, they will definitely become your little brother by any means necessary!"

"A new member of the Court of Owls."

"Yes, yes." George looked back at the clock hanging on the wall, "There's still more than half an hour left. You can change into an outfit that will blind the whole audience."

Vincent looked down at the school robe he was wearing, "What do you think you should wear to be more conspicuous than Lockhart?"

"Women's clothing!"

He picked up a Gwent card on the table and threw it at James.

"What's the use of having a bright appearance?

What matters is what's on the inside. "

Hermione, who had been keeping a low profile for the past two days, raised her head and said,

"That's right, it's beautiful but not worth eating."

"Huh?" Fred tilted his head and looked at her.

"Miss Know-it-all actually spoke!"

Hermione glared fiercely with her big white eyes, "I'm not as heartless as you."

"It's nothing." George hooked Vincent's shoulder, "right, buddy~"

"Maybe I should be more obvious?"

"What?"

"Angry, unhappy, depressed, etc."

George's smile became a little stiff, "Are you kidding me?"

"No."

"Gu Liu——" Fred swallowed.

"I'm kidding." Vincent shook his head slightly at Hermione.

Sometimes being too serious can cause cracks in friendships.

He really didn't see anything wrong with not trusting himself.

But for Hermione, it was a thorn in the side.

She felt that distrust caused by suspicion was equivalent to a kind of betrayal.

Fred and George looked at Vincent, who was smiling, and at Hermione, who had her little head hanging down and didn't dare to raise it.

They stood up as if they understood something.

"Oh, we have to go there early to cause trouble~"

"A little surprise for Lockhart first?"

"Great idea!"

After they left, Hermione glanced at Vincent quietly.

After realizing that she was really not angry, she summoned the courage to sit next to him.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't-"

"Our friendship is not so fragile, right?"

She was stunned and looked into his eyes tentatively.

"If one day I question what you have done, will you think that I have betrayed you?"

"No, but this is different!"

"Same." Vincent pointed to himself,

"I'm not God, I make mistakes,

They will also do things you hate.

And God is—" He shook his head and did not continue.

Hermione didn't pay much attention to the second half of the sentence.

She took out a picture frame from a small semicircular cloth bag.

September 19, 1992.

According to Lavender's seemingly unreliable astrology, Virgo girls are calm on the surface, but in fact they are often sensitive and fragile on the inside.

"I understand." Hermione put the photo frame back solemnly, "Our friendship is not fragile, it is even much stronger than I imagined."

Vincent stood up from his chair, "It's almost o'clock, I have to show off."

"Don't you like to express yourself?"

"Like I just said, I will also do some very annoying things."

The two followed the students towards the auditorium.

On the way down the stairs, they met Fred and George with their little lips raised.

"Success?"

"No."

Vincent couldn't believe it.

"Is it Merlin who is looking after Lockhart?"

George twitched his lips, "We met him on the third floor. Just after throwing the big dung egg over, he looked over as if he knew in advance."

Fred raised his wand, "He simply waved it like this, and the two big dung eggs froze in mid-air."

To both of them, this was simply impossible.

"He is a professor." Vincent continued to walk down the steps. "No matter how unbearable he is, he can still say one or two silent spells."

The twins regained their composure.

"Yes, he dared to open a duel club in such a big way, it must be because he drank a whole bottle of Felixir."

"Plus Merlin's blessing?"

“It’s so scary~”

They jumped behind.

The auditorium was full of people, and all the students in the school should be here.

All the long tables disappeared, replaced by a gilded stage along the wall.

Illuminated by hundreds of floating candles, there was an excited little face holding a wand tightly.

"Maybe it's Professor Flitwick." Seamus, who was the first to come, explained his reasons. "He was a duel champion when he was young, so he must have organized this."

"Maybe it's Snape." Dean pointed to the dark ceiling, "Don't bats only be active at night?"

"It's true!" Seamus leaned back slightly, "Anyway, as long as it's not——no!"

The words turned into moans.

Because here he is, he walks onto the stage in a burgundy robe.

Lockhart looked as radiant on stage as he did at the holiday awards ceremony.

Snape, who came up with him, was the complete opposite.

He wore the same black robe as always, an extremely gloomy expression, and black eyes full of impatience.

If two such extreme people stand together, no one will believe it unless something happens.

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