This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent didn't know how rich the Malfoy family was.

But he knew that the list he and McGonagall had drawn up would definitely make the family bleed a lot.

There were as many as thirty of the top six-star sweeps last year.

There were countless precious herbs, alchemy tools, rare materials, etc.

"Professor, is this too much?"

"Indeed, I will discuss it with Professor Dumbledore."

McGonagall folded up the parchment that was almost full in her hand, "Vincent, you have the right to use these things first."

Even if only a small part was left in the end, this batch of things was worth 50,000 or 60,000 Galleons.

Vincent, who suddenly became rich, felt that the old Malfoy who compensated a thousand gold Galleons was very stingy just thinking about it.

After opening up his mind, he really looked down on this little money.

For the teaching career of Hogwarts, it is worth sacrificing some personal interests.

The main thing is that it can cheat the Malfoy family...

McGonagall looked at Vincent's back as he left, but suddenly smiled and opened the drawer.

Inside was a miniature set of complete silver knight armor.

How could she not know about such a big thing?

"What an interesting child..."

She also had some suspicions, but she also had no evidence.

What kind of student has not done night walks?

There are thousands of school rules, and the first one is not to be discovered.

She closed the drawer, took the parchment and walked out of the office.

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Vincent, with a bright smile, even walked lightly.

This school is so happy, how can it be destroyed by others.

It's time to make a good plan for the person whose name cannot be mentioned.

The back of Quirrell's head cannot be treated kindly.

Until dinner, he was in the school library.

But this complete plan cannot be implemented now.

"Forbidden Forest..."

It's easy to sneak out of the castle, but it's hard to sneak out of the dormitory.

"Coooooo fly in!"

After yelling in the empty corridor, the mellower-looking oooooo flew in from the window.

"Come to my house. I need to ask my dad for some small equipment."

"Coo-coo!"

"Deal!"

The next morning.

The students of Hogwarts were all surprised that a fat owl actually snatched the silver-white suitcase that three other owls had managed to hold firmly.

"Plop--"

It just flapped its wings twice and fell straight on the marble floor.

Vincent, who was not afraid of hundreds of eyes, walked over and picked up both Coo-coo and the suitcase.

His performance was so impressive that many students were stunned.

A few of them knew that this person was sick again.

"Want to see it?"

Several little lions nodded.

"Sorry, this is a personal privacy."

Vincent sat down mysteriously, ignoring several pairs of angry eyes.

"You are not kind!" George roared from more than a dozen seats away.

He shrugged while feeding the ham to Gugu, indicating that no matter what he said, it would be useless.

Draco, who was staring at him across the Ravenclaw table, gritted his teeth and swallowed the sandwich in his mouth.

"I won't let it go!"

The letter sent by old Malfoy overnight last night did not seem to have any effect.

But it is really difficult to do it during this period.

"Draco, tomorrow's spells class..."

"Idiot!" He slapped Crabbe on the back of the head.

The impatient attitude of his own dean yesterday made it clear that if he was caught by Filch again, he might not be able to escape punishment.

"I want to say that we can add something to Wayne's desk."

Goyle also came over to express his opinion, "The old man punished us to clean the classroom every day, and we can do it secretly."

Draco slapped them each impatiently.

"Do you think Wayne is as stupid as you guys?"

"Even if he can't see it, can Flitwick not see it?"

"He's so stupid!"

After venting his anger, he realized that the most unfortunate thing in his life was not meeting Vincent, but having these two pig-like brothers.

Not only was he not smart, but he couldn't even beat them with his fat head and big ears.

The pure-blood wizards were almost embarrassed by these two.

Crabbe pouted aggrievedly, "We just want to help you."

"Shut up!" Draco's hand trembled in the air, but he didn't throw it over in the end.

This thick-skinned guy really hurts when he hits him.

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Transfiguration class.

Today McGonagall will teach you how to turn into a blue fat man.

Or a blue fat man with ears.

Vincent looked at the podium thoughtfully.

He didn't expect that the dean, who was so old, still had such a childlike side.

"Concentrate on its shape and details."

McGonagall waved her wand on the podium, and the blue fat man put his little hand into the pocket on his belly.

It took out a small red door, opened it and walked directly in.

"Disappeared?"

All the students stared blankly at the slowly rotating door.

Use Transfiguration to separate two objects, and then merge them back into one.

The total mass remains unchanged, but the volume is more than doubled.

"Well done, Mr. Wayne!"

"Miss Granger is also very good!"

The two people, one on the left and the other on the right, completed their classwork and took the lead in scoring 6 points for Gryffindor House.

Not to be outdone, the little eagles are working hard to add details.

While the blushing Ron was making his crooked blue fat man more round, Harry next to him was almost done.

Although the eyes are a little dull and the beard is crooked, it is still better than some of the "evil god models" in the classroom.

For example, there was a soft lump in front of Neville, like a blue sticky object that was about to melt.

"Relax and don't think too much."

"I-I still can't do it."

Vincent showed him patiently little by little.

Starting from a pair of short legs, slowly build a vague outline, and then add details little by little.

The speed was slow, slow enough for Neville to write it all down.

After trying it again, it was obviously much better than Ron's.

"You're too careless." Hermione next to her also started to demonstrate.

She looked at her with a little arrogance, which Ron couldn't remember at all.

"Okay, I'd better go find Vincent."

He switched seats with Neville.

Vincent could see the reason at a glance, "Ron, doesn't your wand also belong to Charlie?"

"Yes……"

"Well, I think your magic would be much easier to use with a suitable wand."

Ron smiled bitterly, "I know, but our family doesn't have any spare money.

Ginny will go to school next year, so she can't use second-hand goods like me. "

Compared to Malfoy, who was bleeding tens of thousands at once, Weasley couldn't even spend a few galleons to buy a new wand.

No wonder they are considered a disgrace by some purebloods.

Vincent comforted him, "The fact that you can do this with an unsuitable wand proves that you are actually no worse than others."

"Very well, Mr. Potter!"

"Um - you have to be more confident."

"Oh, Mr. Longbottom is very nice too!"

"Ron, you have to find a way to save up for a wand."

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