This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The fat lady, who came back from a visit, was very glad that the scene from many years ago did not happen tonight.

Although they were neither talking nor laughing, the two young wizards, who were said to have "fallen out", no longer had the same tense faces as before.

"Come in, kids."

Her kind and kind smile made both Vincent and Hermione feel extremely unnatural.

"My roommates are all sleeping very hard, what about you?"

"They don't care where I go."

"You could actually—nevermind, you know what I'm talking about."

"They don't like me, and I won't ask for trouble."

Vincent, who was standing in front of the boys' dormitory door, hesitated for a moment before reaching out and opening the door.

"I hope you can make real friends soon."

Hermione, who was in front of the girls' dormitory door, watched him walk in and opened the door with complicated eyes.

"I just don't hate you..."

She went in muttering to herself.

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After dawn, something happened in the Great Hall of Hogwarts that shocked countless eyeballs.

Today's breakfast was actually all red and yellow tomato and egg noodles.

What shocked the little lions even more was that Hermione no longer stared at Vincent like before.

What happened in the Gryffindor common room last night?

The twins who were the most curious crowded over after finishing their noodles and soup.

"Brother, you are the one!" George gave a thumbs up.

Vincent glanced at him and said, "I'm going to tell you some unfortunate news."

"Recruited?" Fred slapped his forehead, "We will be super doubled by the old bat..."

"No." Vincent put down his fork calmly, "Until the person who knocked Malfoy out shows up again, she will go out with us at night."

"!!!" The twins' eyes widened.

The shock of this news was comparable to Snape being expelled from school.

"Although I think even if she catches someone, she will still be able to swim at night."

The two of them looked at him eating noodles again, with countless questions wanting to pop up in their hearts.

"Okay." Fred whispered and leaned over, "Tonight, you must give an explanation to our brothers."

"An explanation? What explanation?"

George stared at him fiercely, "You abandoned us, do you know how sad this is?"

Vincent suddenly leaned back, "I'm only 11 years old, I don't understand."

"It's boring~" The twins pouted and left.

He shook his head and continued to concentrate on his meal.

"What class are you going to take next?"

"Defence Against the Dark Arts."

Neville was stunned when he heard James' answer.

He forgot to prepare a gas mask again!

Alfred took out a small bag of cotton from his school robe, "How about I share some with you?"

"Thanks."

Neville took a small dollop, then looked at Vincent next to him, "Would you like some too?"

"Thanks.

Vincent gently tapped the wand in his left hand towards the cotton ball in his hand.

A bright red mask with gold rims quickly appeared on his palm.

"Wow -" Neville looked at it, "You went to Professor McGonagall a few days ago just to learn this?"

"Almost."

Vincent picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, looking at James and Alfred who were full of desire, "Do you want it too?"

"Yes!" X2

After showing off his transformation skills again, he found that all the first-grade lion cubs were looking at him eagerly.

"Professor Quirrell will not be happy about this."

"I don't care if he's happy or not." Seamo said disdainfully: "The last class was a disaster."

Dean nodded in agreement, "He is just a parallel importer. No professor would hesitate to ask a student's question."

"Okay." Vincent finally knew what Quirrell looked like in the eyes of others.

He is timid, eccentric, and even has no real ability.

After discovering that a troll was infested in the school, the professor actually fainted after reporting the news.

He was not a fool, and neither was Dumbledore.

Vincent thought about it as he changed the masks one by one, and found that he could actually use this method to reveal Quirrell's secrets faster.

If the other party really wants to show that he has a problem, he will definitely cooperate with him.

When everyone had dispersed, Hermione came to him and stretched out her little hand.

"Give me one too."

Vincent narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a while, "You will also change, right?

And if we all wear masks in class, Professor Quirrell will be angry no matter how good-tempered he is. "

Hermione looked back straight, "Why did you grant their little wish if you knew it would be like this?"

"That's why you don't fit in."

Vincent tapped the last small ball of cotton with his wand, "You know the herd effect, right? You are the one who stands alone."

Hermione, who laughed angrily, grabbed the mask and said, "So you are the leader who specializes in doing bad things."

"Only occasionally, I admit."

Vincent was stunned after saying this.

Alfred's little cotton is still not enough for the little lions.

And that last bit was right in her hands.

Looking at his empty hands, he shrugged generously, "Did you realize that they were not enough, so you came over and asked me for them?"

Hermione shook the mask in her hand, "You have to pay for doing bad things, Mr. Wayne."

"I really don't know who has the ability to make friends with you..."

Hearing this bit of chatter, her mood seemed to become better, "If I really want to make friends, there will still be a lot of them."

"I'll wait and see." Vincent took out two napkins, thought about it and crumpled them into a ball.

"Really cautious."

He heard what this sarcasm was referring to.

Masks are made of cotton.

Using tissues to transform in public, even a fool would know who is playing a prank on Draco.

"No, how did you know!" He suddenly stood up excitedly, "Malfoy didn't say that at all-"

Seeing a trace of cunning flash across the big brown eyes, he knew that he was being tricked by the other party.

"It turned out to be Transfiguration..." Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

Vincent, slumped in his chair, looked at the blue sky and white clouds on the ceiling of the auditorium.

Just a careless mistake, he was actually tricked by this little witch.

Twice!

"Hey, I won't tell anyone."

"I'm not afraid of this."

Hermione knew why he was so depressed.

It's really uncomfortable to have your IQ crushed.

She has experienced this since the first day of school.

Just when she wanted to say something, Vincent suddenly stood up with a smile.

It's just a one-for-one exchange, and it's not a loss overall.

What he really wanted to keep secret was why he wanted to reveal Quirrell's true identity.

It's just a high-end soap, even if it's known, it doesn't matter.

"Where are you going?"

"Looking for cotton."

Hermione always felt that he was a little too optimistic.

If it were her, she would definitely not be in a good mood.

"The herd effect..."

She looked at the broad back that walked out of the hall, muttering something in her mouth.

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