This Hogwarts is not normal

James ended badly.

He was dragged by Vincent to run around the principal.

"On your left."

Five minutes later, Vincent passed him again.

"On your left."

Once, twice, three times.

James blushed and tried his best to chase after him.

After ten seconds or so, he stopped panting.

Holding his knees, he gasped for breath, and suddenly turned around as if realizing something.

5 minutes passed, and sure enough, it came.

"Don't, don't, don't say—"

"On your left."

"Merlin's big underpants!" James ran a few steps with all his strength, and lay flat on the grass under his feet.

Before I was out of breath, I came back after another round of running.

"Ah—don't talk about Lao Wen, you are trying to kill me!"

"On your left."

"I know I'm wrong—"

James stood up and jogged after him.

A dozen or so people stood by the gate of the castle.

Alfred gloated, and Neville next to him was holding back a smile.

Both Harry and Ron, who were next to the pillar, deeply sympathized with James' experience.

Fred and George at the front pouted, as if they had nothing to fear.

Rove was looking at Cedric carefully, occasionally shaking his head regretfully.

Half of Hermione's body was inside the castle, but her little head still didn't dare to lift it up.

Wood was all smiles, as if he had discovered a new training method.

Percy is taking notes seriously, probably trying to reproduce it on someone.

At the end, Qiu and Marietta were quietly discussing something, the content should be about enhancing physical fitness.

Vincent is kind.

At least after lunch, he didn't continue to torture James.

Such an active "exercise," of course a professor grading homework knew about it.

According to his observations from the beginning to the present, he felt that the current young wizards all had rich theoretical knowledge, but basically had zero practical experience.

It won't work if this continues, the future of the wizarding world depends on them.

After stamping an "O" on a blank roll of parchment, he put on his cloak and walked quickly to the principal's office.

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on Monday.

After 12 hours of sleep, James woke up feeling energized.

He thinks that he is omnipotent now, and anyone who comes can get down.

Until Vincent opened his eyes...

"Hey, Lao Wen!" He showed off his upper body muscles with his shirtless arms, "How about it, is it about to be as good as you?"

"Yeah." Vincent yawned, and took out the school robe from the closet, "How about this, let's continue after class."

"Row!"

the reality is cruel.

After Herbalism and Transfiguration, James just wanted to fan his morning self.

His speed is indeed fast, but so is Vincent.

A circle of more than 3 minutes seems to be far from the limit.

"Ahhh——" James rolled on the grass, "I don't want to exercise! I want to read comics!"

"I didn't say I wouldn't let you see it."

"Then let me see."

"Look at it."

Vincent wiped the sweat off his brow, "I'll go back and take a shower, see you in the classroom."

"go Go."

"Are you going to go to class like this?"

"Is there a problem?" James didn't move his eyes from the comic book, "It's a big deal to wear some perfume like Malfoy."

Vincent shook his head and walked into the castle disappointed.

If this goes on like this, the name of the Hogwarts master of evil will be completely confirmed.

A certain professor who happened to pass by saw all this in his eyes.

Are there any students who are about to become useless?

Can't stand it!

Since it is necessary to enrich the actual combat experience of the students, it is necessary to find a heavyweight opponent.

Dumbledore is too strong, and there is a high probability that he can't shout.

An opponent of equal strength, an opponent whose strength matched his.

Duel champion Flitwick?

No, you will be considered as a bully because of your height.

Transfiguration Master Mag?

As a qualified gentleman, he never hurt women and children.

Fantastic Beasts expert Keitel Burne?

That's right, only such an opponent who needs qualifications, qualifications, and ability is in line with his identity and status.

It's a pity that I'm getting old and I'm going to retire after this school year.

So……

He was quite troubled.

Gamekeeper Hagrid?

No, winning will make the other party lose face.

In the huge Hogwarts castle, there is no one who can be his opponent?

Disappointed. Disappointed.

"Get out of the way."

Potions Master Snape!

It is said that this is the youngest dean in history, and the height and shape are very similar, and the temperament is two completely different extremes.

Just you!

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After taking a shower, Vincent walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and habitually put the mithril suitcase on the table.

When it was time for class, Lockhart didn't show up.

"I declare—" Draco scratched his throat, with a strange tone, "This is a self-study for the Tattered Defense class!"

"Great!" Crabbe and Gor Qiqi echoed.

Vincent didn't look over there the whole class, and concentrated on refining the iron-copper alloy in the three major furnaces.

When the get out of class bell rang, he stretched and closed his suitcase.

Today is another peaceful day.

Draco had been arguing with Harry and Ron the whole class until his throat was burning.

"Scarhead, Tattered Defense is Tattered Defense, all of our family's spells are stronger than this!"

"Then why are you still at Hogwarts?"

"Red-haired skunk!"

"Go home and tell your dad to go."

Seeing that they were about to fight, Vincent got in between them very cleverly,

"Please let it go."

"Why—" Draco was put aside with his collar held up.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

I can't beat and beat, scold and scold, and it's useless to tell my father.

He was extremely wronged.

Wait, the door is not here!

"Please let it go."

Vincent picked up the collar again, carried him aside and put him down.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Humiliation, anger, unwillingness and other emotions eroded Draco's brain.

"Wayne! Stop!"

"I'm in a hurry, come here." Vincent walked out of the classroom without looking back.

This is a psychological hint and a "seed" for Slytherin House.

Draco, who was blushing and chasing after him, was destined to be unfavorable.

The more times it takes, the more it will take root.

When Daphne walked out of the classroom, Vincent had already gone back.

"Wayne—" Draco leaned against the corridor wall, gritting his teeth and covering his stomach.

Her wide eyes scanned the departing students.

They seem to be used to it, and they all seem to think that this is a very normal thing.

"Pansy, why do you hate Wayne?"

"Do you need to say anything?"

The true face of pure-blood supremacy is actually to maintain its own status by suppressing others.

"Why should we be afraid?"

"Because—" Pansy was at a loss for words.

The so-called pride of pure blood has long been shattered unconsciously.

She clenched her fists tightly and looked at Daphne who was like a stranger,

"We're friends growing up, Wayne's just a stinking Mudblood!"

"But that's how he is, all of us combined are no match for him."

Pansy was silent for a long time.

"Wayne said Astoria's name last time, was it because of her?"

"Not all of them." Daphne looked very seriously, "Do you really think Muggles can steal wizards' mana?

Wayne and Granger are actually descendants of Squibs who were kicked out of the magic world before. "

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