This Hogwarts is not normal

After Fred and George calmed down a bit, the six little ones quietly returned to the third floor.

Including Vincent, none of them heard the voice.

"There are no magic items." Holding the alder wand in his hand, he swept the entire office door twice.

"Go in?" George looked at the doorknob.

"Remember to keep your voice down." Hermione uncharacteristically held the doorknob.

Vincent shrugged at Cedric and Rove.

Although not to the point of love-hate, but also very close.

Through the faint light from the tip of the wand, Hermione's first reaction was to feel nauseous.

How narcissistic must this person be to plaster his own photos all over the wall?

The alder wand was swiped twice more, inside and out, but still failed to find any trace of magic.

"Go in?" Hermione put her little hand on the doorknob.

The five big boys looked at it, and they all felt that she would not give up if she didn't go in.

She put out her wand, gently opened the door and walked in.

On the table next to the bed is a lit aromatherapy diffuser, relying on the faint orange light, the layout inside can barely be seen.

Vincent sniffed it, and found that it was a high-end product that could help sleep.

He looked inside, and the first thing that caught his eyes was Lockhart, who was sleeping in a decent sleeping position.

It's just that no matter how decent it is, it is "unsightly" to Hermione.

The walls are still plastered with photographs, of Lockhart with some well-known wizards.

Vincent spots an old wizard who seems to be Nicol.

The dress is quite similar, but there is no special temperament that has been accumulated over the years.

Rove finds a picture of Grandpa Newt together.

After the identification, there is no doubt that it is a fake.

But it was a high imitation after all, neither the twins nor Cedric could see it.

Even though Hermione didn't know this, she still came to Vincent and made gestures.

Taking out the smoke bomb, she shook her head and then took out the big dung egg.

Before her face completely darkened, he took out a bottle of dye.

Still the neon green that was hard to wash off, still using her vine wood wand.

The liquid floating in the air slid down from Lockhart's handsome face and combined into several crooked words:

Fake professors, scammers, glib, Azkaban reserve...

The five big boys looked at each other, and none of them dared to take a breath.

How terrifying would a girl whose idol collapsed and her fan turned into a black girl after all?

If Vincent hadn't stopped him, Hermione would have stripped Lockhart naked and written all kinds of words all over his body.

She plugged the cap of the dye bottle, puffed out her small chest and walked out of the room.

Vincent raised his wand and gave a routine inspection of the room.

When he swept to the desk, he felt traces of black magic inside.

Open the drawer, there are some small ornaments and a black notebook inside.

Fortunately, he changed the color of his own, otherwise he would definitely be disgusted when he saw this.

Even the notebooks are covered with black magic, maybe it contains Lockhart's little secrets that he can't see.

For example, how to weave a story in a wonderful and beautiful way, and how to become a best-selling author.

Vincent opened it for a few glances, and put it back when he found that it was all blank.

It is quite difficult to break this black magic, and no matter how small the movement is, it will definitely wake Lockhart.

He shook his head slightly towards the four people who were still in the room, and gently closed the open drawer.

Nothing was to be expected.

Snape was in the office, and Lockhart was apparently asleep again.

The voice Harry heard was obviously not achieved by the two of them casting spells without wands.

Then, there is only one explanation, and only this can be used to explain it.

Most likely, the house elf controlling Ford Anglia wanted to scare Harry in this way.

Hermione didn't want to believe it anymore, and now she could only accept this only answer.

"Now that we've figured it out, why don't we go to the Batcave?"

The twins' proposal was met with unanimous opposition.

"Do you think he will use advanced aromatherapy to help him sleep?"

"Do you think he'll let something go?"

"Do you think he's as useless as Lockhart?"

Fred and George looked at Vincent eagerly, hoping that he would show mercy.

"You are inflated, why don't we go to the principal's office?"

"Good idea!" The twins grinned and ran upstairs.

Although the principal's office can be entered with a password, no one took this sentence seriously.

"Let's go back first." Cedric and Rove walked downstairs.

Vincent and Hermione also went upstairs.

It's three o'clock in the morning, the normal rest time for the six cubs.

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After the herbal class and Transfiguration class in the morning, came the heaviest Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

It's a pity that Lockhart asked for leave, which turned into a self-study class.

The happiest thing to say is Draco who is lying in the school hospital and not attending class.

After drinking Madam Pomfrey's elaborately brewed bone spirit, he had regrown his bones yesterday.

But this happy life will not last long.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class is back on Friday.

Lockhart said that the reason for his sick leave was to prepare something more dangerous.

There is a big cage covered with black cloth in the classroom.

It is a full three meters high, and there are constant "clicking" sounds inside.

Draco fidgeted, remembering some unpleasant experiences.

"Good afternoon everyone!" Even though Lockhart's forehead was wrapped in a bandage, the smile on his mouth was still bright and charming.

It's a pity that the students below didn't pay much attention to him.

"Last week we learned how to deal with Cornish elves—"

Lockhart lifted the black cloth as if unaffected, "Today, let us face dark creatures that are more terrifying than them!"

"Click, click -" the creature in the cage was half a person tall, had eight legs, and was covered in fluffy hair. A pair of big pincers made a particularly excited sound.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight eyes, this is a living acromantula.

Draco remembered last Saturday, flying past them almost head to head.

He was angry, very angry, angry beyond words.

But there is one person who is more angry than him.

That is to recognize this big and lovely Vincent.

Its name is Audrey, and it lives in the east of the Forbidden Forest.

Among the countless giant arachnids in the Forbidden Forest, it is the one that produces the most and the fastest.

After coming and going, Vincent and Audrey established a deep "friendship" across species.

"Don't look at its scary size," Lockhart held up the cherry wood wand, "Actually, it only needs a simple spell, and it will tremble with fear."

The black hair on Audrey's body stood up, and she pushed forward without any fear.

But it was a little far away, and it couldn't do much to Lockhart.

"Spiders retreat—"

The red light spread from the body to its eight legs in an instant like lightning.

But Audrey, who was standing firmly, was obviously not affected in any way.

"Ha - that's amazing!" Draco clapped his little hands, his face full of sarcasm, "Professor, it must be terrified!"

Lockhart flicked his wand slightly annoyed, "Accidents always happen suddenly, and they won't last long."

Audrey's eight big eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

But when its eyes wandered to Vincent's face, it suddenly started to back away.

"Look, you can't hold it anymore!" Lockhart smiled again.

However, the students still ignored him. Instead, Qi Qi looked at Vincent.

The spider expulsion spell is a very unpopular spell that makes all spider creatures restless and thus has an expulsion effect.

But this kind of fear, which seems to come from instinct, does not seem to be brought about by a spell.

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