This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The seemingly timid Quirrell, after letting the students practice on their own, would focus on Vincent and Hermione from time to time. ]|I{•------» «------•}I|[

These two young wizards, whose magical abilities far exceed those of their peers, are both from Muggle families.

The wizard's bloodline is just a stepping stone. Whether you can see through it or not, you have to admit it.

Hermione, on the far right in the first row, was patiently demonstrating to Harry and Ron.

Vincent on the far left slowed down his movements and repeated the correct pronunciation of the spell dozens of times.

"That's great, Harry!"

After Ron praised him, he flicked his wand feebly.

After a simple demonstration, Harry, who had never been exposed to magic since childhood, had learned the wand lighting spell.

"You need to concentrate." Hermione demonstrated again.

"I know, but I just can't do it."

Harry knew what his best friend was thinking.

But he is really not a snobbish person, "Ron, you have to believe in yourself."

"What's the use?" Ron put down his wand with a look of despair.

"As long as I have this damn thing in my hand, magic will always say no to me."

Hermione couldn't stand listening and turned around, "I can teach you."

Sitting behind her were two roommates in the same dormitory.

Lavender shook his head and looked at Vincent on the far left, "No need."

Parvati was about to say something, but quickly nodded.

Hermione knew she didn't want to embarrass herself.

"I did it!"

Ron next to him tried again and successfully made the wand emit a faint light.

"I knew you could do it!" Harry smiled happily.

"I have you to thank, Harry."

"No need, it's all taught well by Hermione."

Ron pursed his lips, "I'm sure it's not because of her, it's all because we learn faster."

"Hey!" Hermione glared, "I can hear you."

As soon as Ron opened his mouth, Harry tugged hard on his school robe.

"Sorry, Ron, he didn't mean to say that."

These big green eyes full of sincerity made her unconsciously think of what Vincent said that morning.

If you think about it seriously, there are quite a few wizards who live alone in the magical world.

But without interpersonal skills, you cannot become the Minister of Magic simply by studying well.

"You can come to me at any time to discuss your study problems."

Hermione struggled to maintain a smile, which surprised both Harry and Ron.

When Vincent gives them fighting lessons, everyone will understand his hard work and not bother him.

She has obviously changed.

Vincent was very pleased to notice this.

They are all from the same college. This year’s College Cup is secure, but what about next year?

The twins were right, he was just preparing for a rainy day.

But Draco, who gritted his teeth and looked at them, had no intention of letting this situation continue.

The third Dark Lord?

If Harry continues to hang out with them, there will be no talk of reviving the glory of pure-blood wizards.

Most of the twenty-eight pure-blood wizarding families are married to Muggles.

Malfoy, who was born noble and put interests first, was no exception.

In the 11th century, they were under the control of William the Conqueror.

The Malfoy family, rich, land-rich and powerful, later failed in their pursuit of Queen Elizabeth I, and even dared to curse her to never marry.

If it weren't for the "Secrecy Act", it is estimated that the current Muggle royal family has their blood.

The Black family, which claims to be eternally pure, has the right to inherit property in this generation. Only Draco's mother has not been imprisoned in Azkaban.

After surviving the few inside, and then forming an alliance with Potter, Malfoy will not have the final say in the wizarding world.

Draco's calculating gaze turned into resentment in Vincent's eyes.

Of course he knew why this man wanted to be friends with Harry.

Mr. Potter, who grew up in the Muggle world, looks like a shy little boy, but his true identity is that he is an out-and-out rich second generation.

A potion formula that can make hair smooth has quadrupled the Potter family's wealth at that time.

Even if they were later expelled from the Holy Twenty-Eight Families for being close to Muggles, they had accumulated more wealth than many pure-blood families.

The more familiar he became with the wizarding world, the less favorable Vincent became towards Malfoy.

Times have changed, and the appearance of him and Hermione will soon prove that the theory of pure blood is just a joke.

Do Muggles steal their magic from wizards?

Just say it clearly to consolidate your own interests. Shouting this slogan will only make people think that they are not normal.

Look at the strength of the first Dark Lord. He opened his mouth and said that mushroom bombs would destroy the wizarding world, and wizards had to unite to rule the Muggles.

"So, Quirrell is targeting us..."

Vincent looked at Hermione who was patiently teaching Parvati, and glanced at the man on the podium who seemed to be in a daze.

Even if Harry were to be successful, pure-blood wizards didn't think that a Muggle upbringing would be helpful.

But in the future era of smartphones, how long can the magical world continue to hide?

He didn't know whether Hermione was worthy of being the Minister of Magic. He only knew that the bald socket man was not the biggest threat to wizards.

Their enemy has always been themselves.

To abolish the Statute of Secrecy, it won't be enough for the Wizengamot's Chief Magician.

Great magician?

Order of Merlin, First Class?

President of the International Confederation of Wizards?

None of these are enough.

Hide in the surrounding darkness and use your claws to destroy all enemies?

He swallowed subconsciously and cast a sympathetic look towards the podium.

The mouth shape made through the mask made Quirrell feel puzzled.

"He's sympathizing with you—"

Quirrell suddenly panicked and immediately cleared all his thoughts.

"Don't do these little tricks, I know what you are thinking-"

He hugged his shoulders tightly as if he was cold.

"Your power is too weak, I need blood containing powerful magic——"

The fine sweat on his forehead was all absorbed by the long scarf of excellent quality.

But the cold sweat on his back was almost soaking the entire robe.

This increasingly strange behavior is all in Vincent's eyes.

The bald socket man at the back of his head must have said something in Quirrell's mind.

He thinks so,

But others don't.

In the eyes of many little lions and little snakes, Quirrell was so frightened that he trembled and broke out in cold sweats just by being looked at by Vincent.

"It's so weak——"

Draco's disdainful look was completely undisguised, and he shot towards the podium lightly.

In terms of courage, he can do it face to face with Wayne.

"There's no point in learning such a crappy lighting spell!"

Seeing that Quirrell didn't object, he raised his eyebrows and looked in Harry's direction, "Our family has a lot more useful magic than this.

If you are willing, you can join the club I am about to set up to learn. "

Vincent has the Owl Club,

How could Draco be willing to be compared?

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