Hogwarts: I Can Still Learn

"Hey, Vincent. What did that man say to you just now?"

"He said you guys are handsome!" Vincent said without looking back.

"Really? In fact, I decided so too."

"Isn't that obvious?"

Fred and George touched their chins in sync.

Hey, it’s not as good-looking as me anyway.Vincent thought to himself.

He knelt down and opened the rolling shutter door with the key.

"Shh-"

The sun shines into the dark garage, and you can even see the fine dust floating in the air.

"Oh! Is this your secret base?"

I remember what I just told you about the word "laboratory"...

"Cool!" x2

Vincent took out a bottle of magic recovery potion from his suitcase and drank it "ton ton ton".

Gee, this thing doesn't taste very good.

I don’t know if there can be any flavoring added to the potion.

How about trying it next time?

Speaking of which, should I expand the space of my pocket watch? It would be a bit troublesome to have to come back to get something every time.

No, I just put the whole box in my pocket watch and take it with me.

If you are missing any medicine, you can still get into the box and cook it on the spot.

It is simply the best choice for home travel.

As expected of me!

"Vincent! What is boiling in this pot?"

Tsk!Why are you again interrupting me when I'm thinking?

But...what kind of pot cooks what?

"I remember I didn't cook anything." Vincent got up and came over.

He has been staying at home these past few days, reading and reading, and has never come down, let alone brewing potions.

"What is it? Age-enhancing agent?"

Vincent opened the lid and sniffed, and there were three black lines hanging from his forehead.

"... Cordyceps flower black chicken soup..."

At first glance, it was Autumn's doing - except for Vincent, she had the key to the garage.

And this is not the first time this girl has used his cauldron to make soup.

If he hadn't known in advance that Qiu would be sorted into Ravenclaw, he would definitely think that she was an out-and-out Hufflepuff.

But...since you are making soup with my cauldron on my property, it is my soup.

If you dare to cook it, I will drink it.

"Come on, come on, you're welcome, one bowl per person."

Fred and George seemed startled by Vincent's uncharacteristic enthusiasm, a man who had wanted to shove them back into the fireplace just five minutes ago.

"...You won't be poisoning, right?" Fred swallowed.

"!!!Am I that kind of person?"

"..." Don't you know clearly?

Vincent couldn't find the bowl, and he was too embarrassed to go to Uncle Zhang to ask for it - the chicken belonged to someone else, so how could he go back and borrow their bowl?

This is not a question of guilt, the main thing is that you can't always trouble others, right...

So he simply found three beakers and filled each of them with a cup.

"George, why do I feel like this soup is so hot?" Fred looked at his brother for help.

George the dyed goose wasn't much better.

The hand holding the cup trembled slightly.

Vincent, on the other hand, took a big gulp of it happily. It was not his own anyway, so if you don’t drink it, it would be for nothing.

"Fuck! It's hot! Cough cough cough..."

Why did you get retribution...

"Vincent, do you usually make soup here?" George asked calmly, putting down the cup in his hand.

"Of course not! I didn't cook this."

"Then what is this secret base of yours doing?"

When did I tell you this was a secret base?

"Bake the potion! Oh, and try the magic."

"...You look like you're disappointed."

"No! What else can I do here? Play Quidditch with myself?"

The rolling shutter door suddenly "squeaked".

"Oh, it seems someone is coming." George said.

Vincent also looked in the direction of the door. When he was doing experiments, he used to close the rolling shutter door halfway, leaving a gap for ventilation, so now they could only see a calf outside the door.

The man placed a plastic box on the ground and tried to lift the rolling shutter door up with his hands. Unfortunately, he was not strong enough, so he squatted down and looked inside again.

not good!It’s autumn!

Vincent's first reaction was not to open the door for her, but to cover the cauldron in a hurry.

"Hey! Vincent!" Qiu had already lied down, with two braids hanging to the ground.

She looked around curiously through the crack in the door, and her eyes quickly locked on Fred and George.

"Dad just told me that you brought your friends back. I didn't believe it at first!" Qiu's voice was slightly nasal.

"..." Is it that unbelievable?

Vincent walked over and opened the door to let her in.

"This is Qiu, my daughter, bah... my sister." After introducing the twins, he turned around and asked her: "They are Fred and George... Do you have a cold?"

The little girl's eyes widened, "I didn't!"

After saying that, she sniffed.

"Not yet..." Vincent's mouth twitched, "Can I ask you how you did it? On such a hot day."

"It's not like that... air conditioner you gave me!" Qiu imitated an adult and accused her with her hands on her hips.

Of course, what Vincent gave her was not a real air conditioner, but a magic item made of a freezing spell magic circle that could adjust the indoor temperature.

"...Did you hang it on the bedside?"

"I just... Wow! You actually drank my soup secretly!" She pointed to the two beakers on the ground, and the remaining one was still in Fred's hand.

"My dad gave me a chicken. It was very expensive!" Qiu looked at Fred with a distressed look on his face.

As a result, this guy cooperated and took a sip, looking like he was watching a good show.

"Then I'll make you a pot of cold medicine and you'll be clear. That's all."

"Oh! I don't want it! I don't want to take a refreshing drink!" She covered her ears and said, "I don't want my ears to smoke!"

The pick-me-up is a magic potion for treating common colds, and the only side effect is that your ears will smoke after you take it, which will last for several hours.

But Vincent had already started to prepare the crucible, "There's so much nonsense, it's good to drink with you."

Seeing that there was no room for maneuver, the girl stopped struggling. She reached out and pulled the plastic box that had just been placed outside the door, and looked with burning eyes at Fred and George, who were trying their best to act like melon-eaters.

"Can you play mahjong?"

Vincent's hand shook. "You heard that I brought two people back, so you came here to play mahjong, right?"