This Hogwarts isn't normal.

When Draco shouted, the sleeping Snape instantly turned over and sat up.

Wearing black striped pajamas, he picked up his wand, cast a silent spell to illuminate the surrounding area, and then opened the door.

The office showed signs of being tampered with.

Under the dilapidated wooden cabinet, which was protected by multiple magics, there were precious herbs scattered all over the floor.

He looked at the door with a somewhat heartbroken expression.

Draco was still breathing as he lay on the ground.

It was just an intruder, but he had already disappeared.

"The coma spell..."

From the current point of view, this mysterious man who can break open wooden cabinets does not seem to be an evil wizard.

Snape roughly opened Draco's mouth and poured the entire bottle of potion into it.

This is a therapeutic agent that tastes extremely bitter and makes you want to vomit after drinking it.

Thanks to being unconscious, otherwise the taste would have been comparable to that smoking soap.

"Well -" Draco opened his eyes and looked at the big face of his dean.

This look was even more disgusting than what he looked at Harry. He thought it was aimed at the mysterious person just now.

"Tell me," Snape straightened up, "what did you see?"

Draco slowly stood up from the cold floor, "A mysterious man wearing a black cloak."

"height."

"Taller than you, Professor."

"Shape."

"Absolutely the same as you, Professor."

"Appearance characteristics."

"I didn't see clearly."

Snape, who looked at him struggling to sit up straight, felt disgusted and stretched out his hand.

"What are you doing here?"

Under these captivating dark eyes, Draco honestly explained what happened.

Can't sleep in the middle of the night and come to talk to someone?

Snape leaned back slightly, "You can go back."

"oh."

When Draco disappeared, he left the dungeon in his pajamas.

Three attempts on the same person, but this time it came to the Slytherin Dean's office.

If it was all a temptation before, this mysterious man's goal...

After dawn.

In addition to the Hogwarts school legend of the headless horseman running wild late at night, there is also a legend of a mysterious man who specializes in playing tricks on Slytherin.

Vincent, who had been stared at by Hermione all morning, felt uncomfortable.

Yesterday, he clearly stayed in the dormitory and slept. How could he go to Old Bat's office in the middle of the night?

"Who spread the news?"

"Malfoy." Ron, the little gossip master, said with disdain: "He said he had a fight with a mysterious man and almost caught him on the spot."

"I don't believe it." James shook his head sharply.

"I don't believe it either." Alfred shrugged, "If Malfoy really had this ability, he wouldn't be tricked three times."

Vincent's expression was a little unnatural.

Although I am very lucky to have a scapegoat,

But I'm afraid things won't be that simple.

Draco, who was still boasting at the Slytherin table, beautified his three experiences to the extreme.

The most important thing is that the day before yesterday, he endured the humiliation and had a fight with a mysterious man in the middle of the night, which made the circles under his eyes so red that they were about to bleed. 【】

"This is a poisonous curse. Fortunately, I ducked down in time..."

Vincent looked back expressionlessly.

As far as he knew, apart from himself and the twins, the only people in the school who dared to explore the Batcave in the middle of the night were the professors who did not appear at the staff table.

It was obviously Quirrell who did this.

But why he did this, he didn't know.

"Is there an astronomy class tonight?"

"yes."

As soon as Vincent stood up, Hermione, who was not far away, also stood up.

He took two steps forward, and she followed suit.

"..."

"It's really not me."

Hermione hummed softly and followed him out of the Great Hall.

"I slept in the dormitory yesterday, Gugu can testify."

"snort--"

Speechless and choking, Vincent returned to the common room and was beaten severely by the big sandbag.

"Bang-bang bang-"

The big swaying sandbags stunned all the little lions.

Even after returning from astronomy class, Hermione was always sitting nearby.

She stared at him with an expression on her face until the iron chain on the ceiling fell with a "bang" sound along with the sandbag.

Vincent was completely at his wits end.

It's too soft,

Not even hard ones.

Miss Granger was relying on him.

Harry and Ron's eyelids were beating wildly when they just came in.

We said we could stay for a semester, but why were we gone after just a few days?

Although it looks like it can still be used, this sandbag is probably about to reach the end of its life.

"What happened to them?" Ron quietly ran to ask his twin brothers, "Hermione has been staring at Vincent with this look since morning."

Fred and George both smiled bitterly and spread their hands, saying that they didn't know the reason.

"That's really weird..." Ron muttered and returned to Harry.

"Could it be Vincent who bullied her?"

"Impossible." Harry shook his head to deny the speculation. "You said it was possible for him to bully Malfoy. Besides, Hermione is not easy to bully."

"Then why..."

Watching Vincent hang up the sandbags again, they both felt that the water inside was deep enough to drown someone.

"I hope they can reconcile soon."

Harry took Ron back to the dormitory.

The Gryffindor students left one after another, and the twins who left last had depressed faces.

Night tours really have to be put on hold.

"Bang bang bang——"

The only sound left in the circular common room was the sound of fists hitting sandbags.

I don't know how long it took, but Hermione suddenly said lightly, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Vincent answered her breathlessly, "I could do this all night."

"I know."

"But I didn't plan on doing this all night." He held down the sandbag thrown towards him, "Look, there's no reason for me to go to Snape's office.

Malfoy wants to prove the purity theory to me, what about you?

What do you want to prove to me? "

"I have no idea."

Hermione stood up nonchalantly, "Maybe I don't want to admit that someone is smarter than me.

Or maybe I just simply hate you. "

Vincent let go of his hand on the sandbag, "I don't think so."

Both of them have been equally good in character and academics since childhood.

She puts all her thoughts on her studies,

But he can have wonderful extracurricular activities.

It's not so much jealousy as it is a complaint against myself.

Why study hard?

The Sorting Hat saw this, so it didn't sort her into Ravenclaw.

Vincent sighed softly and walked towards her slowly.

"What - what are you going to do?" Hermione's voice trembled.

"Shh - keep your voice down." He stepped closer to the other person who was leaning against the wall, "While there is no one around now..."

Before he finished speaking, the solid leather shoes were lifted up.

"etc!"

Vincent, who had no time to escape, was stomped on his face, and he squatted down in aggrieved manner.

"I mean, while there's no one around now, you can go on a night out with me."

He said the excuse he had just thought of: "If the mysterious man appears again, wouldn't it be able to prove my innocence?"

"Huh?" Hermione, whose little heart was beating wildly, did not expect that things would develop like this.

What about the promised beating?

This is not normal!

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