This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The birth of the magic base station means that Vincent's future is full of danger.

There is more than one Britain in the world, and he alone cannot change the world.

For some reason, Hermione is always attracted by the confidence he shows.

When did that increasingly strong momentum, as if everything was under control, begin to appear?

The emergence of epoch-making alchemical items?

Becoming the British youth representative of the Wizengamot?

Buying shares in Hogwarts?

Defeating 1 Riddle?

Winning the annual campus championship of Quidditch?

Inventing the Gwent card?

No, it's not.

Probably from the first time they met, Vincent gave her the same feeling.

So he did things without scruples, because he firmly believed that he could do it, and was determined to move forward on this path.

Hermione thought of the good memories of those years, and her mouth unconsciously raised slightly.

"Thank you, Vincent." Her voice was small, but full of emotion.

Vincent seemed not to hear, "What about you? How is your Patronus Charm?"

"I think I'm still missing an opportunity."

He recalled the scene in Nurmengard.

Grindelwald's teaching was simple and direct, which was to let him inject good memories into the Patronus Charm.

Is it because the level is not enough?

Vincent waved his wand, "Expecto Patronus——"

The pale golden Suanni Patronus flew out of the tip of the wand, quietly nestled at his feet, letting the small fireworks summoned together explode.

"Think about the memories that really make you happy."

Hermione murmured to herself, "The memories that really make me happy..."

She waved her wand and summoned a silver ball of light.

The first night tour with Vincent?

Although I was nervous throughout the whole process, it was undoubtedly a happy past that he broke the school rules with me and I ate the tomato and egg noodles he made by himself.

Then there was the predecessor of the Owl Court Club, the Fighting Club?

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it seems that she took the initiative to go up, and she also let herself go.

Then there was the first flying lesson?

She can still clearly remember the "hogwarts" track of the flying broom.

And...

There are too many happy memories, too many to count.

As Hermione's mouth rose, more and more cracks appeared on the surface of the silver light ball.

A beam of light shone through the gap, and soon there was a second and third beam.

Finally, it broke like an eggshell about to hatch.

The patronus of Suan Ni, who was lying on his stomach and staring at the fireworks, raised his big head, as if expecting something to happen.

A dazzling light flashed by, and a silver chick stood on the tip of Hermione's wand.

Its body was only the size of a fist, but its tail feathers were long and drooping.

"Peacock?" Vincent's expression was a little strange.

Under normal circumstances, the form of the patronus is always closely related to the inner world of the wizard.

The chick suddenly raised its little head and slowly spread its tail feathers behind it, as if giving him a positive answer.

The tail feathers as beautiful as fireworks instantly stunned the Suanni Patronus.

The little peacock patronus flapped its wings, landed in front of it and stood proudly.

"This... is not..." Hermione was incoherent and flustered, "I mean it... my patronus should just be..."

Vincent shrugged, "Actually, you don't have to explain."

It's eager to get attention, especially from him.

Hermione's face flushed with anxiety, "I didn't, it was its own initiative..."

The little peacock patronus moved to the side and showed its beautiful tail feathers to the Suanni Patronus.

Vincent held back his laughter, "Your patronus is quite conceited."

"It's because--" Hermione hurriedly closed her mouth.

She almost let it slip.

In any case, her patronus finally has a physical body, which can better deal with Dementors.

You know, this is the Scottish Highlands, and the movement just now may attract them.

She is also quite cute when she is shy, Vincent thought.

"What to do next?"

"I plan to optimize the magic base station again."

"Then I will help too."

"Aren't you going to study on your own?"

"No."

When the Hogwarts students woke up in the morning, the two had spent more than 20 days in the Scottish Highlands.

The little peacock patronus has grown up, and now it is as long as an arm without the tail feathers.

The optimization of the magic base station is also very smooth, and the coverage range has reached 3 kilometers, which can automatically maintain normal operation for a week.

After the morning class, Vincent and Hermione started the time converter at the same time.

The target is the fifth greenhouse outside the castle, the fourth grade herbology class.

Sprout walked into the classroom and taught normally, seemingly not noticing the two people hiding under the Disillusionment Curse.

Hermione was so nervous throughout the whole process that she didn't even dare to take notes, for fear that her writing movements would be too big.

Vincent wrote notes "swooshing", not worried about being discovered at all.

After class.

"Here, here you go."

Hermione took the notebook handed to her by Vincent blankly.

"You must not have listened carefully just now? If you want, we can go back and take the Herbology class again."

"Don't bother." She raised the notebook in her hand mischievously, "This is enough."

The next is the fourth grade Charms class.

Hermione heard a very light "Huahua" sound in her ears and gradually relaxed.

Flitwick's class is the same as McGonagall's. Basically, half of the class is about theoretical knowledge, and the remaining half of the class is for students to practice.

Closing his notebook, Vincent turned his attention to the fourth grader.

"Red Spark" is a magic similar to a flare.

It is not limited to red, but the purpose of this magic is towards marking, so choosing red will be more conspicuous.

If you switch to green, shout out another spell while silently casting the spell...

Vincent opened his notebook and wrote a line of small words that "can effectively confuse the enemy."

Of course, if this magic could be instantaneous, I believe Fred and George would set it off like fireworks.

Once again he wrote a line of small words "Party masters must learn magic spells", and then he looked back at the fourth grade students.

Only three people can cast red sparks immediately in class. It seems that this spell is not easy to learn.

Go to the activity room after class.

Vincent successfully fired red sparks from the tip of his staff the first time.

It's not small in size, but luckily it dissipates automatically when it hits the ceiling.

Hermione also tried it, and the sparks were smaller than his.

It turns out it’s not because of the difficulty.

The fourth grade classes are easy, but what about the fifth grade classes?

In the afternoon, in the back row of the Transfiguration classroom.

Fred and George always felt like there was a dark wind behind them, as if something invisible was playing tricks on them.

Hermione, who was standing behind the two of them, had known that Vincent was the one behind it.

She smiled, lowered her head and continued to write notes carefully.

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