This Hogwarts isn't normal.

In the dark and damp dungeon as usual.

Snape looked at Blaise who was "seriously injured" with a dark face.

"Is there any witness?"

"I am." Pansy gritted her teeth and said, "Professor, Wayne was the one who instigated everything. Without this damn mudblood, Daphne would not have been able to--"

"Shut up!" Snape, who didn't want to care about this at all, was gloomy and frightening.

"Look at you, you want to keep Greengrass with this little bit of talent?"

Blaise and Pansy were both trembling with fear.

"Get out of here!

I don't want to see hopeless idiots!"

The two ran out of the office in disgrace, and the door was closed hard.

Snape's dark eyes revealed an unconcealable sadness.

Perhaps it was to awaken a certain memory. The wand pulled it out completely and put it in a small transparent bottle.

"Knock knock--" The knock on the door sounded inopportunely.

"Professor Snape, are you there?"

He will never forget this voice.

"If you're not here, I'll come in~"

When Snape slid over, he pulled the door open.

Vincent outside was almost scared to death.

The door opened with a swish, and a gloomy face suddenly appeared in front of him.

If someone else came, he might be scared to death.

"I'm not in the mood to deal with you now."

Snape was about to close the door, but Vincent stretched out his foot in time to block it.

"Professor, did someone tell on me just now?"

"No."

"That's impossible. I saw them when I came, and they were sweating on their foreheads."

Blaise and Pansy must have been embarrassed.

We are all family, so just help me~

"You want to ask me for help?" Snape sneered, "Wayne, I didn't expect you to ask for help."

Vincent rolled his eyes, "Forget it if you don't want to help, I'll go find Professor Dumbledore."

"Wait--"

He smiled with a clear smile of success.

It doesn't matter whether he helps or not, anyway, he has a trump card in the bottom of the box.

Snape's expression was very complicated.

Although Dumbledore didn't say anything, just looking at Harry's state in the past two days, everyone knew that something big had happened.

Tomorrow is Wednesday, and there happens to be a potions class in the morning.

It's very troublesome to ask questions, and there is a high probability that nothing will be asked.

The little bastard in front of him is a bit annoying, but at least he is easier to deal with than Dumbledore.

"Greengrass will be transferred to another dormitory, a dormitory where he won't be disturbed."

Since he is so tactful, Vincent will reveal a little information.

"The previous diary is Tom's Horcrux. The reason why Harry can speak Parseltongue is actually because twelve years ago-"

"I know!" Snape closed the door forcefully.

Vincent blinked blankly, and then realized that he was almost hit on the nose.

The old bat is indeed the old bat. Even if he helps a lot, he still has to show his power.

He is petty and holds grudges.

He walked out of the dungeon cursing, and perfected Saturday's action again in his heart.

Take what you should take, and take what you shouldn't take.

Snape has been standing there since the door was closed in the office.

His expression is particularly painful, as if he remembered some sad past.

Some people will completely forget the memory after taking it out, while others will gradually recall it over time.

After a while, the wand took out another memory.

Its length and size are the same as before, and the content may be the same.

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The activity room of the Court of Owls.

When Vincent came in holding McGonagall's note, the students cheered enthusiastically.

"Let's have a party!" Fred and George jumped out.

A large group of students followed them.

Daphne, who had just arrived, didn't expect the style here to be like this.

After a little bit of fussing, the president decided to have a welcome party.

The vice president nodded in agreement, and the other cadres didn't have much objection.

If it was a black swan, it would be impossible to play with the members.

"You will get used to it soon." Hermione sat across from her desk, "After intense study, it is very suitable to come here to relax."

Daphne looked around.

The ring was occupied by Cedric and Rolf, who were still muttering about revenge;

Vincent was giving instructions from below, occasionally giving a bad idea with a smile;

Qiu and Marietta were sitting together, and there was a ball of brown hair on the table;

Davis, who had joined a day earlier, was shouting and yelling, as if he had just been tricked by Percy when he was playing cards;

Hannah, Justin and Ernie were sitting together, each of them seemed to have a cookbook in their hands;

Parvati and her sister Padma were chatting with Lavender, and would shyly glance at the ring from time to time;

Harry and Ron were playing cards with heavy hearts;

James was holding a comic book, and Alfred and Neville next to him were blushing and peeking at him.

In the past, she looked at the Court of Owls with a critical eye.

A club without a threshold would inevitably be messy.

This is the fact.

The Black Swan was quiet, either exchanging learning experiences or discussing recent major events in the magic world.

But now she doesn't feel that it's noisy and chaotic here. Instead, she feels warm from the members who are expressing their true feelings.

No need to plot and scheme, no need to wear a mask called hypocrisy.

"I like it here, Granger."

Hermione smiled and took out a small metal ball from the white semicircular bag.

She pressed the magic rune engraved on it, and the metal ball melted into a long scroll.

"After writing your name on it, you will be a formal member of our Court of Owls."

Daphne pulled open the scroll in surprise.

Such a delicate touch can only be precious mithril.

She looked at the magic rune on the top and felt that it looked familiar.

"This is Vincent's." Hermione pouted as if she remembered something, "He uses this to encrypt every potion paper.

Although I don't think it can hold a fifteen-inch long content, Professor Snape always gives it an 'o'."

This sentence is sour and a little unpleasant.

Daphne took the quill she handed over, and she always felt that the white bag was not simple either.

"It has a traceless extension spell, right?"

Hermione hesitated, "Yes, he made it."

When Daphne Greengrass's name was written completely, the mithril paper automatically retracted into a scroll.

"Here, this is for you."

Daphne stared blankly at the round badge in her palm.

"The owl on it is Gugu, it is the mascot of our club."

She looked towards Qiu and Marietta.

If nothing unexpected happens, the brown-haired meatball is Gugu.

Hermione followed her gaze and her little face couldn't help but get hot, "It's all Vincent's fault. Every time he said he wanted to make it lose weight, he couldn't stick to it for more than two days."

"No, I think it's cute." Daphne put the badge on her school robe on her chest, "This is very in line with Wayne's style."

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