This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The reason why Vincent left alone was to verify the second guess.

He went to the trophy display room on the fourth floor and checked the Quidditch trophies of Gryffindor.

"1 Potter, Chaser..."

Snape looked about 30 years old, and it was very likely that he knew Harry's father when he was in school.

Vincent thought it was unreasonable to compare it to a little golden retriever.

"Is it the revenge of killing his father or the hatred of stealing his wife..."

After verifying the second guess, a new question actually arose.

"Forget it, it's all about the previous generation..."

He decided to let Harry worry about these complicated interpersonal relationships that made him more and more confused.

Hall.

"Where did you go?"

"Trophy display room."

Hermione, who was no longer sitting at the back, pricked up her ears.

"Where's Harry?"

Neville swallowed the food in his mouth and said vaguely: "I don't know, he just walked out of the castle with Ron."

"Oh." Vincent thought for a while and knew that they were going to "enjoy" the feast.

With the idea that it doesn't matter whether he said it earlier or later, he enjoyed his lunch happily.

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Walking all the way outside the castle to the Forbidden Forest, you will see a wooden house.

It is the place where Hagrid, the gamekeeper and key keeper of Hogwarts, has lived for decades.

"Crunch——"

Harry in the house bit for a long time and finally bit off a small piece of the hard rock cake in his hand.

Although the black hound lying on his legs drooled a little,

and made his pants sticky,

he and Ron both looked very delicious.

"Transfiguration class is okay, but Professor McGonagall always likes to change into a cat to scare us..."

"She's actually a very nice person." Hagrid smiled and placed a big pot in front of the two of them, "Sometimes she tells some jokes, although they're not very funny."

Ron opened the lid of the big pot nervously, "Wow! This is actually - I mean I didn't expect the professor to be such a person."

Harry glanced at it and swallowed subconsciously, "Professor Flitwick often uses magic to write notes on the blackboard, which helps me a lot."

"Don't look at him because he's short, he was the champion of the Dueling Club back then."

"Dueling Club?"

Hagrid looked a little nostalgic, "A club that was cancelled more than a year ago."

When this was mentioned, Harry became interested.

"We have also joined the Court of Owls, but we don't know when it will be approved."

"Percy said he has sent the application to the principal's office."

Ron swallowed the rock cake in his mouth with tears, "He also said that the review will not be quick, at least until around the Christmas holidays."

"Why?" Harry covered the pot, "Professor Dumbledore should not be against Muggles.

"It must be those school directors!"

Hagrid suddenly stretched out his hand excitedly and slammed it on the wooden table, "This group of people often oppose Dumbledore and always let Malfoy do whatever he wants!"

Ron, who shared the same hatred with him, was even more excited, "The Malfoy family are all bad wizards!

The Muggle Protection Act proposed by my father in the Ministry has always been strongly opposed by them!"

"Protect Muggles? "Harry immediately took a breath of cold air.

Before learning to fight, he thought he could be proud of himself when he returned to his aunt's house during the holidays.

But after learning for a few days, he found that fighting was more useful than magic in certain specific situations.

For example, stabilizing the out-of-control flying broom, and yesterday's big fight.

Everyone felt that if Vincent was there, he would definitely be able to beat the Slytherin who were using dirty tricks frequently.

He looked at Hagrid's big body and felt that this kind of wizard who mainly attacks close combat only needed three or two protective spells, and he would probably jump into the crowd and overthrow the whole scene with just a few moves.

"Ah, this..." Hagrid touched his nose, "I always do it directly."

With a body of more than three meters tall, ordinary spells may not play the role they should.

"Vincent said that he started learning fighting at the age of four-"

Ron said with envy, "If I had half of his skills, Malfoy, that bastard, would never get better so quickly. "

"Vincent?" Hagrid suddenly realized, "You are talking about Wayne! "

He looked at Harry, "Originally I should have gone to their house, but then Dumbledore said that I had held you in my arms, so he handed your affairs over to me."

Both boys imagined a picture in their minds.

Vincent's father, who is "well-developed", faced Hagrid, who was as big as a troll?

Harry and Ron both responded with awkward but polite smiles.

Hagrid smiled even brighter at them, "In fact, many wizards know a little bit of Muggle fighting.

But most of them can't stand that kind of boring training method, after all, spells and potions have ways to temporarily enhance physical fitness. "

"What about Professor Dumbledore? Has he studied it?"

"Yes, he said that when he was young, he often went to the Muggle military base to see how those guys trained. "

Harry and Ron opened their mouths wide, and they didn't expect Dumbledore's way to be so wild.

He is worthy of being the strongest wizard in the world!

As they chatted, Harry suddenly remembered what happened just now.

"What's wrong, Harry? ”

“I was deducted 10 points today…”

After hearing Vincent's guess, Hagrid's expression became a little unnatural for some reason, "Don't think too much, Snape can't be targeting you."

"But he only deducted 5 points from Hermione and Seamus."

"Maybe he doesn't like people talking loudly..."

With his expression becoming more and more unnatural, he suddenly stood up, "By the way, I remembered that I have something to be busy with later!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

They all knew that Hagrid must know something.

"Okay, you can come over anytime you are free."

The two people who walked out of the cabin had just returned to Gryffindor Tower when they saw Vincent sweating over a big sandbag.

"Are you back?" He walked aside and picked up a towel to wipe his face.

"This is..."

"Percy got it. He thought it would be useful to the club."

Vincent reached out and patted the sandbag, "It's really good. At least I can stay until the end of this semester."

"That's good."

Harry and Ron's eyelids twitched slightly.

I turned over a big sandbag in one semester, and my hands hurt just thinking about it.

"By the way, Harry." Vincent pulled him aside, "I know Snape..."

"My father knew him!"

"Shh-"

After Harry calmed down, Vincent revealed his second guess.

"I don't know why Snape did this to you, but your father definitely has a big conflict with him."

"Like you and Malfoy?"

"No, it's definitely much more serious than us."

Harry thought about it carefully and found that it was really possible.

The conflict between Vincent and Draco, to put it bluntly, is actually due to each other's dissatisfaction with each other's background.

The fact that Snape can go to Slytherin House shows that even if he is not a pure-blood, he should be at least a mixed-blood.

The Potter family was once one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, so there was no natural conflict with him.

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