This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Chapter 78 Gryffindor's Counterattack

In a week, McGonagall cooperated to complete the deformation size limit of all solids. ♦♦ ♦♦

"Professor, next is liquid."

Vincent took out a large bottle of lubricant, "This is polypropylene glycol, it will sink directly to the bottom of the water."

"Oh, do you want to tire me to death and use the time of Transfiguration class to complete the paper?"

McGonagall's joke is really cold.

It's only the end of September now, and it feels like winter has arrived.

The two little wizards who completed their daily tasks immediately ran back to the dormitory in dejection.

"Next is gas..."

Hermione, who was quite worried, raised the notebook full of data in her hand, "Who should the senior students find?"

"Fred said Cedric will be happy to cooperate with us."

Vincent opened the door of the boys' dormitory, "By the way, you can find Qiu in the second year, and we have Percy in the fifth year."

"Only the fourth, sixth and seventh years are left?"

"Yes."

Hermione nodded and went back to the dormitory directly.

Students from the first to seventh grades, the new and old professors of Transfiguration, are enough to cover the low and high levels of Transfiguration in the magic world.

The remaining mid-level players can be left until the Christmas holiday.

Vincent opened the door of the dormitory and found that his three roommates were all asleep.

It was no wonder that they were like this, after all, they had been holding their breath for so long.

"Malfoy, take my uppercut!"

James, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly raised his fist and shouted, and then dropped his hand limply.

This resentment was probably about to reach its peak.

He opened the window and shouted "Coo-Coo, come here" to the outside.

Two or three minutes later, the fatter Coo-Coo fell into his arms.

"Come to my house~"

It looked at this very flattering big face and raised its round head to the side with some pride.

"Don't eat, if you get fatter, you won't be able to fly~"

"Coo-Coo!"

Vincent, who was holding it and writing a letter, finally agreed to many requests.

In addition to the things needed, most of the whole parchment was snacks.

"Remember to share with your friends, don't eat it all by yourself."

Gugu picked up the envelope and flew away slowly with his claws.

"Ah, this little guy..."

Vincent sighed, and then opened the Marauder's Map that belonged to him from Monday to Wednesday.

Quirrell stayed in the office obediently;

Dumbledore's old cold legs seemed to have recurred;

Snape was probably brewing some potion that took a long time.

"Eh? Why did Harry go out alone?"

Mr. Potter, who was wandering around on the eighth floor of the castle, ran into Peeves, who liked to play pranks.

Just when Vincent was sweating for him, a string of small footprints under Dumbledore's name in the headmaster's office suddenly stopped rotating.

"Are you going to have a heart-to-heart talk?"

However, the small footprints stopped for a moment and started rotating again.

"So it's a break..."

Seeing Peeves go away, Vincent closed the map helplessly.

Filch was guarding the fourth floor, and several professors were staying in their offices. It was unlikely that Harry would be caught on the eighth floor.

Curfew has just passed, so why not practice the Disillusionment Charm more?

Vincent, who still has one leg left to wrap, always feels that Quirrell will take action this week.

"I don't think he will break up with me."

He nodded confidently.

...

Corridor on the eighth floor.

Harry seems to have become more courageous since he learned to fight.

He dared to walk out of the dormitory during curfew, and just now he dared to threaten Peeves to call the Bloody Baron over.

"Ah--"

He sighed by the window.

Malfoy's matter;

The matter of the division of the college;

Snape's matter;

All of them have made him irritable recently.

The reason for walking out of the dormitory was simply that he couldn't sleep.

"What should I do..."

Harry was in a daze for a long time before going back to the dormitory to rest.

Early the next morning, Draco came to the Gryffindor table again with a haughty look.

He first glanced at Ralph who jumped onto the table, and then walked towards Harry little by little.

"Go back, Malfoy!" Ron stood up with a spoon in his hand.

"Weasley, are you going to show me how to eat air?"

Crabbe and Goyle, the followers, laughed arrogantly.

Ron, who was holding the spoon tightly and blushing, did not refute, but stared at the three people with eyes that were about to spit fire.

"It's boring, all of you have become cowards~"

Draco did not forget to make a sarcastic remark before leaving.

Just before he turned around, Vincent, who had drunk a mouthful of milk, stretched out his foot very secretly.

With a "click", Draco's whole face fell on the marble floor.

"Who is it!" He stood up and looked at Vincent who had just put down the cup.

"Wayne, did you do it!"

"Guess?"

Draco lowered his head slightly, and clenched his fists tightly.

"Heh, you finally can't help it?"

Vincent looked at his little face, not knowing whether it was red from anger or from the fall, and couldn't help but feel lucky that he drank the milk first.

"I didn't hit him~"

Draco's lips trembled with anger, "Wayne, do you admit that you kicked him?"

"Where's the evidence?" Vincent turned his head nonchalantly, "Did you see me kick him?"

"No——" A uniform mocking voice sounded.

Draco, who was a little angry, grabbed his collar with both hands.

"Wayne, don't be happy too soon!"

Vincent, with an extremely frightened expression, looked at Percy who seemed to be watching the show, "Help~ Malfoy is going to hit someone~"

Draco was about to let go when a pair of big hands pinched him.

"Ah, you're strangling me so hard that I can't breathe~"

"Malfoy, stop it!" Percy strode over.

He pulled Draco's shoulders and tried to separate the two.

However, Vincent's hand was too strong, and he tried several times before he succeeded.