This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Gryffindor long table.

Hermione glanced at him, and Neville stood up and gave him his seat.

Vincent swallowed the food in his mouth first, then wiped his mouth with a napkin, "Why are you sitting here?"

"I like it."

He continued eating naturally, "Should I feel honored?"

"Whatever." She stared at the pair of blue eyes, "Anyway, thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

Hermione stood up, "Slytherin's score has been reset to zero today, I think you should know why."

Vincent's right hand holding the fork trembled, "I don't have the idea of ​​dueling with Malfoy."

"I will always watch you."

She left after she finished speaking.

This conversation would be very confusing to outsiders.

But for Vincent, it represented a signal.

The clever little witch quickly guessed who helped Hermione yesterday.

He knew that she didn't know everything.

She knew that she didn't know everything.

Students love to go out at night.

As long as they don't get caught, it's fine.

"This is troublesome..."

Vincent, who had no appetite, knew that it would not be as easy to sneak out of the dormitory again.

Maybe when he opened the door of the dormitory at night, Miss Granger would stand outside with a smile.

"You don't want to eat?" Neville sat down again, "You said you were hungry just now."

"Yes, I'm very hungry. Vincent forked a small piece of pork chop into his mouth.

But no matter how delicious the house elves cooked, he couldn't taste anything.

If he didn't help this clever little witch, Filch might catch her and go back.

Gryffindor, then Gryffindor would become Gryffindor.

"Are there any activities in the afternoon?" James shook his little hand.

"I have to go to Professor McGonagall.

"Okay." He looked at Neville and Alfred.

"I have to write a potion paper.

"I have to review tomorrow's Transfiguration class. "

James' face suddenly changed drastically.

A week has passed, and tomorrow he has to attend his dean's class again.

"I have to admire Vincent's foresight."

I'll go to see Professor McGonagall in the afternoon, it must be about learning.

He smiled and came to Vincent, "Remember to tell me if you find out any news~"

"Oh."

"It's best to be about homework, you know my Transfiguration is very bad."

"Oh."

Vincent, who didn't know how many times he agreed, stretched out his hand to squeeze his big face, "Do you want me to tutor you?"

"Really?"

"Fake." "

James left with a broken heart.

He was still muttering something when he left.

After lunch, Vincent walked woodenly to the second floor of the castle.

He had just thought of countless ways to bypass the dormitory.

But the most practical one was the Disillusionment Charm.

Until he learned it, the daily night activities had to be suspended?

Impossible, never possible.

Standing outside McGonagall's office, he quickly regained his spirit.

She had sneaked into the Slytherin dormitory several times in front of the old bat,

riding a flying broom around the forbidden forest in public,

just a Miss Granger.

"Knock knock--"

"Come in."

Vincent smiled, opened the door and walked in.

"Professor, I have some questions about Transfiguration."

McGonagall put the student paper on the table aside, "Tell me, let me hear the problem that is bothering you."

"How to change only the properties of objects. "

She was surprised for a moment, then reached out to take off her glasses, "Vincent, you have to know that this is a skill that many fifth-year students can't understand."

"I know, this is the content of the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination."

"Very good." She smiled and took out a piece of parchment from the drawer.

"Try to control it without any creases."

Vincent waved his wand and rolled up the paper.

"Very smart." McGonagall held her wand and tapped the rolled parchment.

It spread out and folded in half.

"Open it and take a look."

After turning the parchment over, Vincent couldn't find any creases on it.

But it didn't change in either its feel or weight.

"Do you understand?"

"A little bit."

"How about this?" McGonagall tapped the parchment again.

There was no change, but Vincent, who picked it up and folded it once, clearly felt that the weight had become lighter.

"The first time was water, and the second time was cotton? "

"Correct answer."

It's more like a puddle of water or a ball of cotton than a piece of parchment.

It's just that they all have the appearance of parchment.

Vincent understood, "Professor, completely change the object and then change its appearance?"

"Yes." McGonagall put down the wand, "but it will be very difficult to do both at the same time."

"Just like a silent spell..."

"What?"

"Nothing." Vincent smiled awkwardly, "By the way, professor, will the people from the Sweeping Broom Company arrive tomorrow?"

"10 a.m." McGonagall didn't pursue what he just said, "Just after my class."

"I'll find you after class."

She nodded and put on her glasses again, "As for the other broom, Professor Dumbledore and I can both confirm that it was tampered with.

Vincent, even so, we don't think he really wants to kill you. "

"I see."

Regarding the matter here, Old Malfoy may have already taken action.

The change of nature from murder to violation of school rules was actually something Vincent had expected.

"Is there any compensation?"

McGonagall squinted and looked at the big eyes opposite, "Of course, Mr. Malfoy is still very generous."

This was beyond his expectation, "Professor, I originally thought they wouldn't admit it."

"Someone from the Ministry of Magic came forward to put pressure."

"Ron's father?"

"That's right."

As his sworn enemy, Weasley was not as powerful as Malfoy, but this was obviously a good opportunity to attack.

In order to minimize the serious matter, it is most important to shut the victim's mouth in time.

But Draco's appearance last night only intensified his dislike for the family.

Private?

Impossible!

Unless the price is right~

"Professor, I think the root of the problem is that the school's broomsticks are too old."

McGonagall knew what he was planning.

How could she let go of such a good opportunity?

Everyone loved the golden Galleons, but if he really wanted to accept this money, Draco's tail might be raised to the sky.

Therefore, Vincent gave up the compensation.

"Professor, this is not a personal grudge. I just hate this approach."

If he was just an ordinary little wizard, he might suddenly disappear after leaving school.

When it's time to be strong, you have to be strong.

"You are really smart, Vincent."

Mag was a little surprised that he could see through the whole thing, "I'm not just talking about learning."

"No, it's far from it." Vincent looked a little embarrassed, "I am a Muggle-born, so I am naturally on the opposite side of the Malfoy family.

By accepting the money, they would think I was afraid. "

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