This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Early on Sunday morning, Vincent and Cedric met outside the castle.

"How do I need to cooperate?"

“Make it as big as possible.”

Cedric tapped his wand lightly, making the metal slug inside the graduated cup get bigger and bigger.

When it reached its limit, Vincent filled it with water.

"Hmm - next thing."

Glass beads, stones, water, oil and other substances were all completed one by one in more than three hours.

"There's also the matter of gas, probably next week."

Cedric nodded, then focused his eyes on Vincent's face.

"What? Is there something dirty on my face?"

"No." He looked a little embarrassed.

Vincent looked at the handsome boy's coquettish performance and suddenly remembered that he was in the Great Empire.

He stood up from the grass with some fear, "Well, um - I have something else to do."

Cedric also stood up quickly, "Is it urgent? I won't delay you too much."

Vincent took a step back in panic.

But after all, they are here to help, so just listen to what they want to do first.

"You can tell me anything that doesn't violate morality."

Cedric, who had a strange expression, was stunned for a moment.

"Wayne, I heard Fred say that he learned his fighting skills from you. Why don't we compare?"

Vincent patted his little heart and breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be fighting, and he was so frightened that he thought it was wrestling. ♦♦  ♦♦

"No problem, right here?"

Cedric noticed that there were many students nearby, so he leaned over and whispered, "Maybe someone will spread the word."

"I don't mind this." Vincent understood what he meant, "How about we find a place where there is no one?"

It would be embarrassing to lose in front of the students.

"No, no, no." Cedric touched his nose awkwardly, "I'm just worried that I might conflict with you."

Gryffindor and Slytherin "went to war." If the two of them had a fight here in public, it would most likely be said to be Hufflepuff's "intervention."

Vincent didn't dare to really find a place without anyone.

"I will explain the situation to them."

Cedric didn't continue.

As a Quidditch seeker, he may look a bit frail due to his slender physique.

However, under the influence of his father, who works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic, he has developed a good habit of exercising in the morning and evening since he was a child.

When dealing with magical animals, the first thing is to have a good body.

Being able to deal with all kinds of weird magic at any time, his body can't be as weak as it looks.

Vincent took off his school robe, then his tie and watch.

He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves to his upper arms.

Not to underestimate any opponent is one of the warnings from his father Eric.

Seeing him warming up, Cedric couldn't help but look serious.

This attitude alone is already stronger than many people.

"I'm ready." Vincent finished his warm-up, and there was only one person left in the world in front of him.

"I'm fine too." Cedric was also wearing only his shirt.

"Let's get started."

In the eyes of the surrounding students, this was an evenly matched showdown.

However, Hermione, who happened to be passing by, already knew the outcome.

Even if it's a wizard duel, she believes the outcome will not change.

After Vincent got closer, he squatted down to avoid the punch, and swept his right foot horizontally across the grass.

As soon as Cedric's butt hit the ground, he had already retracted his legs and extended his hands.

It happened so suddenly that many students didn't react.

"I lost." Cedric put his hand over.

Vincent pulled him to stand up together, "I learned fighting since I was a child. This is not a shame."

"I am convinced that I lost." Cedric looked away after letting go.

He didn't think he would win, but he didn't expect the gap to be so big.

"Wayne, I heard you started a club?"

Vincent's eyes glanced back and forth from the crowd with an ominous foreboding.

The twins Fred and George were indeed there, and they were pretending to look up at the sky.

"The application has not been approved yet. Strictly speaking, it may not be possible."

Cedric nodded.

He knows some inside information.

"Can I join?

I mean after the application is officially approved. "

"Okay." Vincent agreed with a wry smile.

The twins know the password to the Slytherin dormitory every time, probably in exchange for this little known information.

After the excited Cedric left, Hermione quietly came to his side.

"Mr. Wayne, do you know you are siding with your enemy?"

Vincent was a little confused, "Being an enemy?"

"Cedric is the Seeker."

He reluctantly bent down and picked up the school robe, "It's nothing. Even if Malfoy wants to learn, I will teach him."

Hermione looked as if this was true, "Are you trying to do something through the Court of Owls?"

"Yes, I will become a great wizard surpassing Professor Dumbledore in the future."

When she heard this joke-like words, she actually agreed with it in her heart.

There are many wizards who integrate fighting into magic, but he is also the only one who can use guns. He is probably the only one in the world of magic.

wizard? Muggle?

Vaguely, she seemed to have thought of something.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?"

"No."

When Hermione saw him put on his school robe, she put the sudden thought out of her mind.

"There will be Qiu here this afternoon, who will come over?"

She blurted out: "I can just go there!"

Vincent shrugged, turned and walked towards the castle.

It would indeed be easy for him to be misunderstood if he and Qiu stayed together.

When we returned to the auditorium, it was lunch time.

As the number one cook at Hogwarts, Ron had already been waiting with Harry.

James and Alfred were there too.

"Where's Neville?"

"He's looking for Leif."

Vincent sat down, "Seriously, why is he always so careless?"

"Who knows." James spread his hands, thinking of Leif, who was always "elusive".

Strictly speaking, it's not that it likes to play hide-and-seek, but that Neville often forgets where to put it.

Once I was left in the shower.

Another time I was left in the Potions classroom.

"Whee--" Neville, who ran over panting, finally found Leif.

However, one of the shoes under his feet was somehow missing.

"Are you interested in learning the Flying Curse?"

Neville nodded numbly, "I think about it, but isn't this spell difficult?"

"I'll teach you some other time." Vincent tapped the plate.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

If Gryffindor students all lived in such harmony, it would be impossible for Slytherin to dominate the House Cup for six full years.

Many people know this truth, but few little lions practice it.

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