This Hogwarts isn't normal.

I can’t fall asleep without watching it, and I can’t even fall asleep after watching it.

Fortunately, there wasn't much movement, so we should just have to wait until dawn.

After drinking a bottle of Baffy's soothing agent, Vincent began to make a portable alchemy toilet.

After the shaping was completed and the magic runes were carved, the three roommates were already fast asleep.

It was just dawn outside, and I should have been in Hogsmeade five hours ago.

A little over 4 laps later, I was on my way back to the dormitory.

He quietly came to the Forbidden Forest and continued to improve the alchemy mechanical arm.

The Acromantula did not cause any trouble, but the two dementors guarding the door came over.

They were the first to cause trouble, so don't blame Vincent for being ruthless.

It's enough to have a Suanni patron saint to accompany them to play in a closed loop until dawn, and then they can finally engage in research and development with peace of mind.

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principal's office,

Dumbledore was woken up again.

He was wearing light purple pajamas and opened the door to Vincent in a depressed mood.

"Long time no see, Professor~"

If it had been anyone else, they would have closed the door and said goodbye long ago.

Dumbledore led him in with a grimace.

"Long time no see, Vincent, you seem to have grown taller."

Vincent skillfully set up the tent under the watchful eyes of the principals,

"Yeah, if the school can prepare more food every day, I will definitely grow taller."

His appetite was already very large, and now "4 days" is already what other children eat in one month.

“You are the biggest director of the school, so of course it is up to you to decide how much to purchase.

After solving the food problem, Vincent said "good night" and got into the tent.

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth raised slightly.

Finally able to sleep peacefully.

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After Friday's Herbology and Transfiguration classes, there was the long-awaited Potions class.

Snape arrived at the classroom on time.

The silly little lions were all absent, and there were a few extra lights in the originally dark classroom.

The little snakes were not in their seats, but spread out and stood by the wall, breaking something hard.

"Damn!" Draco punched a picture frame.

Not only the sticking spell, but also the potions from last time that stick when touched.

Through the bright light, Snape could see clearly what was inside the picture frame from a distance.

His face instantly darkened, and his lips trembled as he walked over.

Draco shuddered inexplicably, subconsciously turned around and shrank his neck and stepped aside.

The snakes held their breath as they tried to get the frame away.

The hem of the wide black robe covered Snape's legs, making it look like a terrifying evil spirit was floating over.

"Professor," Draco took a breath and pointed at the photo frame in front of him, "This must be done by Wayne and the others!

I heard yesterday that Longbottom's Boggart was you, and they must have used the spell taught by that shabby professor to turn it into—"

"Shut up!" Snape glanced over with extremely cold eyes.

Not only Draco, but all the little snakes trembled and backed away.

"Where's Greengrass?"

"She was—" Pansy immediately changed her mind, "A stupid traitor like her must be with Wayne and the others."

Snape suddenly laughed, his smile was particularly scary.

He drew his wand and pointed it at the nearest picture frame.

"Shen Feng Wu Ying——"

The spell was so quiet that it was almost inaudible, but sharp cuts formed one after another on the picture frames on the wall.

One after another, fast and precise.

The half-cut frame became four, then six, eight, and twelve.

A picture frame that was so broken that it was hard to see what was moving fell to the ground, and the wall was covered with small scratches after being hit countless times.

Although things disappear, they will always exist in memory.

Especially the culprits!

"Ho ho ho—" Snape waved his wand gently, igniting all the wood residue on the ground.

The firelight was extremely bright, but it could not drive away the gloom on his face.

Draco's throat rolled, as if he wanted to say something.

Perhaps because he knew there was no need for it, he didn't say this until Snape left the classroom and could no longer see his back.

"Wayne is finished!" Extreme ecstasy drove away the fear in his heart.

The little snakes all imagined a picture, a picture of Gryffindor being provoked.

Blaise's ferocious little face looked at the wall covered with fine smooth cuts, as if it was about to collapse at any time.

"They are as fragile as this wall. All it takes is one touch from Professor Snape and all that shabby representation of youth is gone from this world!"

He had no less accumulated resentment than Draco.

They are all young masters and ladies with prominent family backgrounds and a strong sense of superiority. They will definitely not miss the famous scene that follows.

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When the third-year students went on strike collectively, the only place they could go was either the dormitory or the club room.

Even before the evil spirit Snape reached the fifth floor, he could already hear the laughter of the little bastards.

Okay, forget about going on strike, forget about playing pranks, but you still don’t repent.

If Dumbledore doesn't do anything, then he will be the one to administer justice.

With a "Peng" sound, the door of the Owl Court Club was knocked heavily.

The students inside raised their heads.

Neville subconsciously shrank his neck and said, "S-Snape is here."

Vincent on the ring held down the thrown sandbag and looked into the extremely cold eyes at the door.

He took off his gloves calmly, picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his face.

"Wayne!" Snape walked in with unprecedented low pressure.

The students did not dare to take a big breath.

Gryffindor third-year students were fine, after all, they all participated in the strike.

But even if they didn't feel that they were wrong, they still had some instinctive fear.

Vincent jumped down from the ring, raised his hand to signal the members to rest assured, and then walked slowly towards Snape with a smile on his face.

The little snakes who had just arrived outside the door saw this scene and had to admire his strong psychological quality.

The person who dared to lead the strike and hang the spoof video in the classroom was indeed not an ordinary ruthless character.

The smile on Draco's face gradually disappeared.

Based on past experience, there is a high probability that this matter will...

No, have confidence!

Before, it was because the opponent was too weak. After changing to their dean, the ending will definitely develop in the expected direction.

Vincent and Snape got closer and closer, and stopped at the same time when they were almost about to touch.

"Professor Snape, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Huh - asking even though you know the answer." Snape looked down at him.

Although there was a height difference of more than ten centimeters, Vincent did not look like a weak party at all.

"Professor, you finally understand our feelings."

Snape sneered, "Wayne, no matter how sharp your words are, it's useless this time.

Organizing students to strike, maliciously posting photos that slander professors, and even having no remorse--"

He tilted his head to look at the ring.

Hermione and Daphne tied their hair and panted in small sips.

"Tell me, Granger, how many school rules did Wayne violate with these "glorious deeds"!"

Hermione, who was named, almost blurted out.

She took a deep breath, and her eyes were no longer panic.

But when she met those dark eyes, her mood, which had not yet completely calmed down, became nervous again.

"Professor Snape, it's not just Vincent, we have violated 27 school rules in total."

The little trap didn't work, and Snape snorted coldly.

Today, no one can save these little bastards.

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