This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Thursday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Quirrell was surprised that no one came to make things difficult for him.

Not to mention Vincent, who seems to be in a state of wandering mind.

Seamo, who always comes to find trouble, didn't say anything either.

Even Draco stopped making trouble.

The more abnormal it is, the more careful he is.

But even though this class was just a boring introduction to fishmen, these three people didn't even ask a single question until the end of the get out of class.

"They're just disappointed in you, Quirinas—"

Quirrell returned to the office and tightened his palms.

He could endure many things before completing his resurrection plan.

"Master, do you think Dumbledore will still put the Sorcerer's Stone on the fourth floor?"

"Even if there is, it must be a fake——"

Of course Voldemort knew this was a trap.

But Quirrell was a little confused.

"Idiot, he wants to train Harry Potter!

This old-fashioned trick can only deceive children——"

Quirrell gingerly untied the long scarf wrapped around his forehead.

There is no pustule on the big face on the back of the head, but that half seems to have collapsed.

There are two eyes, one big and one small, and the face is concave and convex on both sides.

"Master, let me treat you."

Quirrell lifted Voldemort's thirteen-inch wand with a yew phoenix feather core.

His body's current anti-magic properties are slightly higher, and it is difficult for ordinary magic to have a corresponding effect.

Moreover, Hogwarts Castle has a mechanism to detect black magic, so it can only destroy half of the back of the head with a little treatment.

"Quirinus, you need a new wand-"

Voldemort was quite dissatisfied with this speed.

"Please bear with me, my lord."

Starting from the day before yesterday, the castle gate will automatically turn on a magic at night.

It is invisible and intangible and only plays a detection role.

Anyone who passes through will probably be discovered by Dumbledore.

Snape was still patrolling around the castle last night, his eyes looking like he wanted to kill someone.

"Halloween is a good opportunity, Quirinus—"

Quirrell paused for a moment, then regained his composure, "But Master, it's really too dangerous there."

"The Philosopher's Stone is most likely placed inside-"

He knew he had no choice.

On Halloween soon, all the teachers and students of the school will gather in the auditorium.

Even the ghosts who come and go without a trace don't wander around the castle.

This is indeed a good opportunity, a good opportunity to complete the mission and get rid of Voldemort.

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Snape's Potions class is here again.

But this time it’s for first grade.

"Longbottom, you are as rude as a troll."

With a look of disgust on his face, he looked away from the pot of yellow-green potion.

"Ten points from Gryffindor."

Neville was so anxious that he almost cried.

"Finigan, you are on the same level as Longbottom.]|I{•------» «------•}I|["

Simo, who was suddenly frightened, shook his hand and inserted the bat liver in advance.

Snape jumped far away from the cauldron before it exploded.

"Bang——"

Seamus' head, which was splashed all over his face, quickly swelled.

Vincent was about to turn around and clean up the potion spilled on the table when Snape glared at him.

He put down his wand rather speechlessly.

The Potions Professor couldn't even hide it now.

At least take care of Harry, whose school robe has grown bigger in front and is already covered by the collar.

"Finigan, because of your stupid behavior-"

Snape patted his robes and said, "Gryffindor will be deducted 20 points for this."

"Professor, I'll take Seamus to the school hospital."

Vincent completely ignored his plan and helped Seamus up.

Snape, who was about to deduct points, gave up the idea when he saw the big head that had grown more than three times in size.

They had not walked a few steps down the aisle when Draco stood up as if he had found an opportunity.

"Professor, I'm going with Wayne."

Vincent immediately rolled his eyes at him.

"Very good, Malfoy." Snape's lips raised, "Because of your enthusiastic actions, Slytherin will add 30 points for this."

The faces of the little lions darkened.

How could they be so impulsive and endure such blatantly different treatment?

"Thanks, Malfoy." Vincent winked at Seamus.

Draco was about to respond in a high-profile manner when Seamus' big hands hugged him tightly.

"Uh-uh-"

Vincent smiled at Snape and quickly led the two of them out of the classroom.

The little lions felt better.

If this "enthusiastic" classmate goes out with him, there will be good things to eat.

And indeed it is.

As soon as he walked out of the dungeon, a blushing Draco was thrown into the corner.

"Vincent, we have to teach him a lesson." Seamus shook his big head.

"Oh, we can't be so cruel~" Vincent stretched his arms as if doing warm-up exercises.

Draco was not afraid, but raised his chin, "Come on, Wayne!

Aren't you very good at fighting? Come quickly! "

Seamus couldn't help but kicked him.

"You haven't eaten yet, Finnigan!"

Sitting in the corner, he smiled proudly.

"You lost, losers! Hahahaha——"

Just as Seamus was about to kick him again, Vincent grabbed Draco first.

"Did you eat dung eggs last night?"

He released his right hand and patted the other's white face, "You want to complain again?

It's been almost two months, how come you still haven't made any progress."

Draco's eyes were red, and he bent his knees and pushed forward.

This time, it was fatal.

Vincent pressed his hand with mockery, "Tsk tsk tsk - I'm disappointed."

He pinched his calf and lifted the other side horizontally.

"Wayne, put me down!"

Draco's resistance was powerless.

Just like Little Red Riding Hood falling into the hands of the big bad wolf, the louder he screamed, the more excited the other party would be.

Vincent shook his hands and pretended to throw him down, and his face turned pale with fear.

When he was lifted up again, he was scared again before he could recover.

"Is it fun?"

"Put me down!"

After going back and forth for more than ten times, Vincent, who felt bored, really put him down.

Draco, who was limp all over, collapsed on the ground, and his lips trembled as if he was exhausted.

"You--how dare you do this to me, Wayne!"

"Puff--" Seamus laughed unkindly with his big head on his shoulders.

Malfoy, who was so powerful, was almost crying with anxiety after a few throws.

"Don't play such tricks in the future."

Vincent squatted down and looked down at Draco, "I'm not free for the past half a month, don't mess with me."

"You dare to order me!" Draco, whose face was pale, clenched his fists, "Why should I listen to you!"

"Because I'm better than you."

Vincent stood up and stretched his body in boredom, "You are just a spoiled child, Malfoy."

They climbed the stairs and left.

Draco, who was still lying on the ground, clenched his fists tightly.

The blue eyes full of disdain just now severely stimulated his fragile and sensitive little nerves.

"I'm not a spoiled child, Wayne!"

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