This Hogwarts isn't normal.

"My good brother, are you sure you want to try it on yourself?"

“That’s how I learned to fly.

"May Merlin bless you..."

In the Hogwarts kitchen in the early morning, the three regulars seemed to have new activities after midnight snacks.

The Disillusionment Curse requires super powerful magic, and even the twins dare not try it on themselves. Vincent, who has only been in class for a few days, dared to try it himself.

The cause is a gut feeling, a gut feeling that you will succeed.

Under the gaze of two pairs of big frightened eyes, the alder wand was touched on an arm.

It gradually becomes transparent along the back of the hand, as if it disappears in the real world.

"Ah! My hand!"

Vincent suddenly covered his empty right arm and fell to the ground rolling with a painful expression.

"It hurts so much!"

The twins watched his performance with cold eyes the whole time.

George said with a serious face, "President Wayne, think about it, you will definitely be a top star in the magic world in the future."

"No, Percy!" Fred pursed his lips, "Wayne will join the Scottish team and win the Quidditch World Cup for us every four years."

Vincent sat up from the ground and stared at the two perfectly imitated big faces in front of him in a daze.

"Are you two really undercover agents sent to Hogwarts by the School of Magical and Drama?"

"Pfft-hahaha..."

Not long after the twins laughed, he started laughing too.

Thinking of McGonagall's excited little hands that couldn't be held down during dinner, and Snape's gloomy face that was dripping with tears, the three of them laughed so much that they rolled on the ground holding their bellies in their hands.

"I'm sure Malfoy will end badly~"

"Isn't his father very familiar with Snape?"

Fred suddenly straightened up, "Brother, if you have taken his class, you will know that except for us Gryffindors, he basically has the same attitude towards everyone."

"What's your attitude?" Vincent, who has Potions class tomorrow, became interested.

"Snape is called Old Bat for a reason,"

George looked at him with some sympathy, "He comes and goes without a trace, and he always appears when you make a mistake."

"That's it?" Vincent waved his hands nonchalantly, "Then it'll be fine if I don't make any mistakes."

"Innocent!"

Fred stood up, "The most important reason why the old bat is an old bat is that he will constantly interfere with you and try to make you make mistakes."

Vincent, who was sitting obediently, widened his eyes, "Ah this - he shouldn't do this to me tomorrow, right?"

"Slytherin was deducted 50 points today."

"I will deduct points again because of you."

"Gu Liu——"

George came to a dinner table and jerked his head to pretend he had long hair.

"Good morning, ten points from Gryffindor."

Fred sat weakly in front of him, "Professor Snape, why do you deduct our points?"

"If the weather is bad, 20 points will be deducted if you ask again. ♦♦ ♦♦♦"

"Oh, no—"

"If you yell in class, 30 points will be deducted."

It was a bit weird, but after Vincent thought about it for a while, he found that it was really the case.

Just because Harry didn't make friends with Draco and played with the red-haired Ron, Snape's performance in the first Potions class was simply outstanding.

Hermione, who was holding her little hands high, was ignored. Neville blew up the potion and blamed Harry sitting next to him for not reminding him in time.

This old bat with a cold air all over his body was definitely a master of school violence when he was young.

In another eight hours, two classes will begin...

"I'm a little cold and want to go back to sleep." Vincent rubbed his right arm with his left hand, which was slightly cold due to the Disguise Curse.

"Brother, may Merlin bless you."

"We will come over to visit you after class."

The gloating and smiling twins gave Vincent the illusion that something big was about to happen.

That night, he had another dream.

The greasy-headed Potions Professor in a bat suit shook his head, jumped up from the Quidditch audience, and kicked the Gryffindor players away one by one.

He was the worst one, even flying to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The horned ostrich with dinosaur skin opened its mouth, dripping sticky saliva all over his body.

"You-don't come here!"

Vincent woke up in a cold sweat.

This sticky feeling is very similar to that in a dream.

"What's wrong? Has the dormitory been robbed?" Neville opened his eyes in a daze, and then immediately closed them again.

"No, I had a nightmare."

"oh……"

Seeing that it was almost dawn, Vincent had no intention of continuing to sleep.

After an afternoon of treatment, the minor injuries on the three roommates had already healed.

After he got up, he came to James' bedside and found that James had cotton stuffed in both of his ears.

"It can't be this guy Afu, right..."

Alfred was sleeping soundly.

Obviously neither of these two people had nightmares, so the reason why Vincent had nightmares...

"Hul-lu--" Neville's snoring sounded in time.

Hogwarts is indeed the best school in a broad sense.

But it's really terrible in some ways.

For example, magic can interfere with electronic devices, or meeting three great roommates.

Vincent, who had a dark face throughout breakfast, had no appetite after drinking less than half a glass of milk.

"Wait a minute, should we be the first to go?"

"You go ahead."

After dinner, he followed Harry the entire time.

"Vincent, what's wrong with you?"

"Potions class."

As soon as these words came out, Ron's little body trembled slightly.

The one who fucked Draco the most was undoubtedly the boy with grayish blond hair in front of him.

However, the one who did it the most was the little redhead who tore off a bunch of blond hair yesterday.

The relationship between Snape and Malfoy Sr. was so good that they could wear the same pants together.

It was his old enemy Weasley who had caused such a misfortune to the son of a good friend. How could Ron get any good results?

"I'm done. Snape will find any reason to deduct points from me..."

His thoughts affected Vincent.

"I'm more serious than you. Slytherin still has points."

After McGonagall left yesterday, she personally took Hermione's broom to find Dumbledore.

The emerald hourglass in the auditorium just now obviously had only a tiny bit of green left.

The ruby ​​one was already less than half full.

"It shouldn't be all deducted," Harry comforted them: "What's more, Snape is still the dean, so it's impossible for him to do such a thing."

The comfort was a sincere one, but not only did it not have any effect, it actually made the two of them even more uncomfortable.

"The big deal is who has the most extra points!" What Vincent cares about is the College Cup at the end of the school year.

Ron frowned and imitated his high-spirited attitude, "Yes, they only have one point left. It's too early to surpass us!"

Harry pushed open the gloomy dungeon door in front of him, "Actually, you're all fine. I've felt that Snape doesn't like me since the opening party."

"That's an illusion."

"He does this to everyone, especially us Gryffindors."

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