This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Those who understand will naturally understand, those who pretend to understand may understand in the future, and those who do not understand will never understand.

After the entire class, very few students could successfully cast the driving spell.

Dorje walked out of the classroom with an expectant smile.

He believes this class will definitely change a lot.

"Hmph - you're just lucky, Wayne!"

Draco walked past Vincent's desk.

"Malfoy, do you think I will challenge unfamiliar territory?"

If you mispronounce one syllable of the levitating curse, it will turn into a cow-calling curse, but in a sense, it is actually a kind of exploration.

Being sure is one thing, but more importantly, courage.

Vincent stood up without even looking over.

He walked out of the classroom and turned around as if he remembered something.

He stretched out his left hand and grasped the alder wand that flew from the drawer.

Draco instantly turned into a clown.

No need to recite spells or cast spells, you can just reach out and get your wand back.

Judging from the mana level alone, Vincent is at least in the sixth grade.

"Old Vin's luck has always been good." James walked past Draco mockingly.

"He's not like some fools who insist on attacking even though they know they can't beat him."

Alfred glanced as he passed.

He was shaking with anger and looked like he was going to faint at any moment.

"Lao Zhan, don't say it. This is actually a sign of courage."

He suddenly turned around and smiled, "I'm just a little stupid, but I never get a lesson."

Neville laughed like a pig.

One by one, the little lions were all laughing.

The familiar feeling is back.

Draco clenched his fists and ran out of the classroom.

Crabbe and Goyle immediately squeezed through the crowd and hurriedly chased after them.

Blaise was also angry, but more of a shame.

Pansy, who was planning to take revenge and go back, saw Daphne and Hermione walking out of the classroom together, and the expression on her face became even more ferocious.

Go ahead and laugh!

Morning and night I cry!

Vincent, who returned to the activity room, didn't know what happened next.

Until I heard the hearty laughter of the little lions.

Okay, the bonus is going to be increased again.

As expected, Wizard Cards made a big announcement on Saturday.

200,000 gold galleons is more than enough to hold a national competition.

"Brother, are you going out again?"

"I'll probably have to go out once a week from now on."

Fred and George covered their hearts and said in grief: "No, you can't be so heartless!"

Vincent habitually squeezed their big faces away with his hands, "I have to learn a little escape magic, the kind that can't be learned in school."

The twins grasped his hand and shook it in tacit understanding.

"Don't abandon us~"

"Ahem - the same goes for you looking for Rove."

Apparition is a magic learned by sixth and seventh grade students. If it was just a simple learning, there would be no need for Vincent to go to Sam.

The key is to cross continents.

"It's boring~" Seeing his firm attitude, Fred and George gave up their plan to follow him.

Convenience is convenient, but even if you learn it, you can't use it in school.

Go through the secret passage and quietly emerge from Honeydukes' cellar.

The snow in Hogsmeade has melted, and walking around in a black cloak is really conspicuous.

Fortunately, where he wanted to go was not far, just outside the Three Broomsticks pub.

Vincent arrived on time, but he didn't even see Sam's shadow.

Walking into a bar with few customers in a good mood, he noticed the drunk man at a glance.

The shop owner, Ms. Rosmerta, was sitting next to her. Although she looked to be at least 40 years old, her appearance and figure were still charming.

She gently pulled Sam up so that he could lean back on the chair while he was lying on the table.

Vincent thought a lot at this moment.

"Ahem—ma'am, he is my friend."

Rosmerta looked at him suspiciously.

He is tall and thin, has a deep voice, and is wearing a black cloak. It's hard to see what he looks like.

Vincent took out a bottle of green hangover potion, "This is the potion I prepared. He will wake up soon."

He roughly opened Sam's big mouth and drank the entire bottle.

"Mr. Chavez has been here since morning." Rosmerta looked away with some distress.

"He drank almost a gallon of redcurrant rum. I've never seen anyone drink that much."

[To be honest, I have been reading books recently to catch up on updates. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. It can be used on both Android and Apple. 】

Vincent looked towards the wooden tankard on the table.

There is also a little bit of red wine, I'm afraid it will be enough for 1 gallon.

It’s about 5 liters, and you can drink rum as beer.

Sam suddenly burped and seemed to be about to wake up.

"He must be giving you a headache, right?"

"It's okay." Ms. Rosmerta chuckled: "Mr. Chavez is very interesting. I like the stories he tells very much."

Even if you say the name, you can still tell stories after drinking some wine?

Vincent swore that if this man went in again, he would not pay the bail even if he was beaten to death.

"Well -" Sam looked up and seemed very uncomfortable.

Rosmerta clapped his hands, and a wooden barrel flew over from the bar.

She straightened Sam's head, "This—sir? Can you help me?"

"Of course it's no problem." Vincent held back his nausea, held his shoulder steady with one hand, and then poked his big belly with his elbow.

"Ugh--" Sam vomited loudly.

The indescribable smell of the undigested breakfast mixed with rum hit his soul directly.

Those customers who came to have a drink in the broad daylight all covered their mouths and ran out of the bar.

Vincent, with a stiff face, regretted it very much.

If he had known that this would happen, he would have made an appointment to go somewhere else.

No, from the moment he stepped into the bar, he should have turned around and returned to the castle.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he slapped Sam in the face.

"Sir?" Ms. Rosmerta was frightened.

"Has Chavez not paid the bill yet?"

"Uh--yes."

"Pa" another big slap in the face.

"Ma'am, I'm waking him up."

Her eyelids twitched.

Rather than a friend, it's more like an enemy.

He had already opened his eyes in pain, and it didn't seem like he was going to stop.

The first moment Sam's mind came to his senses, he felt his face hurt and hot.

He tried to struggle, but he was weak all over.

"There's nothing wrong with my potion. He must be too drunk."

Vincent slapped him twice more, and then pushed him to the chair with a bit of regret.

Blazing purple, Bradley would be very relieved to see it.

"ass——"

"Pa" another big slap.

Sam, who couldn't curse, glared at the cloaked man in front of him.

There was no grudge, why did he slap him so many times.

"Madam, how much is the total bill for the wine?"

"A total of 1 Galleon and 13 Sickles."

Vincent took the change, "I'm really sorry for today, I promise he won't do this again in the future."

"It's okay." Rosmerta picked up a hot towel,

"Mr. Chavez, this will be much better when applied to the face."

Sam, who was applied with the hot towel by her, suddenly remembered something.

The Wayne family was the only one who knew that he ran to the UK, and Vincent was the only one who asked him to come here today.

"Wayne!?"

"Pa pa pa pa——"

It really didn't hurt as much as before through the hot towel.

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