This Hogwarts is not normal

Vincent didn't know if Crabbe and Goyle had tried inbreeding, but the brain circuits of these two people were indeed abnormal.

The reason why this person ran out in a hurry was to call the boss Malfoy over.

The four frowned little lions all stared blankly at the three arrogant little snakes.

Is this the next day?

"Saturday night, trophy room on the fourth floor."

Draco drew a strange ending, put his hands on Vincent's desk and looked down at him.

"If you don't come, I will treat you as surrendering."

It is true that those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black.

Send out invitations to wizard duels over and over again, and any fool knows there's a big problem.

Vincent stood up, and the little golden retriever took a step back.

"Pfft—" James laughed.

"What are you laughing at!" Draco leaned towards him.

"I thought of Lefe."

Alfred next to him also laughed, "It refused to leave Neville's arms this morning, don't you think it's funny?"

Before Master Malfoy could speak, Goyle reached out his hand.

"Are you going to violate the school rules?"

Alfred also stood up.

Not to mention that they have the advantage in numbers, Vincent alone can throw all the opponents out.

The same self-confidence swelled up, and there was James with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

He squinted at Crabbe, and brushed his shoulders in disdain.

The smell of gunpowder made Navis, the only one who was sitting, shiver.

If there is a fight later, should we hide to the side first, or should we find the right opportunity to come a few times?

"What are you doing!" Hermione walked in holding the textbook.

The victim's fair and tender face has just healed, and I'm afraid he offended the thug again with his bad mouth.

"He came to challenge." Vincent spread his hands, "Of course I refused."

Draco, with the presence of outsiders, seemed to become even more unscrupulous.

He propped his hands on the desk again, and tiptoed to barely match Vincent's height.

"Saturday night, trophy room on the fourth floor.

I won't repeat it a third time. "

Even if it was said almost right next to her nose, Hermione with sharp ears could hear it clearly.

"I still say that-"

Vincent raised his eyebrows. "I'll tell Filch."

Draco dragged his nose like pinching his nose: "You're a coward, Wayne."

The smell of gunpowder between the two did not decrease because of Hermione, on the contrary, the concentration was greatly increased.

"You're worse than a warthog, Malfoy."

"Our ugly, stupid house-elf is braver than you, Wayne."

Draco grinned, "Don't think that just a few newspaper headlines means I can't do anything about you.

Just wait, my dad will have the other school managers in no time! "

He tilted his head and looked at Hermione contemptuously, "And you are a big bastard, you should get out of Hogwarts with Wayne!"

Not to mention that Vincent couldn't bear it anymore, anyway, Hermione's last trace of pity disappeared.

After careful comparison, she found that the golden-haired students with smelly mouths were indeed more annoying.

In comparison, the thug classmate is simply a representative of honesty and honesty.

Vincent, who had somehow become an honest man, tilted his head slightly: "Malfoy, it's not up to your father to make decisions at Hogwarts, right?"

"What's so great about Hogwarts!" Draco leaned his face closer.

"Even recruiting people from low-class backgrounds, I don't like this school that teaches shabby defense at all.

My father is very familiar with the headmaster of Durmstrang. If my mother didn't want me to go to school too far away, there would be no chance for a Muggle-born wizard like you to stand in front of me. "

Vincent sat down with disgust on his face.

Under the gaze of several pairs of puzzled eyes, he lazily propped his face with one hand.

Those blue eyes without emotion stabbed Draco deeply like sharp knives.

No matter how much he said, it had no effect at all.

"Wayne!" He slammed the desk, leaned over and glared at Vincent, "You're not afraid, are you?

What about them? "

Just about to point to Neville's white and tender little hand, it was pinched by a big hand and couldn't move.

"Without your father, what are you left with?"

Vincent let go of his hand, "This is not Durmstrang, this is Hogwarts.

A school that does not value birth and talent, and no one can twist its will. "

"Papa-papa--" Applause sounded from outside the classroom door.

Flitwick walked over clapping.

"That's very well said, Mr. Wayne."

He stood behind Draco with a friendly smile, "The attitude of Hogwarts has not changed in the past thousand years, and it is unlikely that there will be any change in the future."

Although very unconvinced, Draco also straightened up and walked aside.

With the influence in the school alone, Malfoy today cannot cover the sky with one hand.

This tone, if you can't bear it, you have to bear it.

The three figures swaggering towards the desks on the other side of the aisle are enough to prove that the matter is not over.

"Are you all right?"

Vincent raised a smiling face, "Very good, Professor."

Flitwick nodded, then walked to the podium.

Gryffindor and Slytherin did not like each other for a day or two, and he was not surprised by this small incident.

Stepping on a stack of books, he patiently waited for the students to enter the classroom one after another.

Draco certainly wasn't completely quiet during this time.

Every time Vincent accidentally glanced over, he grinned grimly and mouthed some unsavory words.

For example, a very convoluted, muddy word.

Unable to figure out what it meant, he saw Harry and Ron, who had arrived late, enter the classroom, so he concentrated on the second Charms class.

With theoretical knowledge, Flitwick will mainly talk about the types of spells today.

Enchantment: does not fundamentally change the object of the effect, but adds or changes attributes.

Hex: Produces an annoying but amusing non-lethal effect.

Poison Curse: Contains black magic connotation and has a certain degree of fatal effect.

Curses: have the worst and most terrifying effects, and almost all fall into the category of black magic.

Like the Levitation Curse and the Illusion Curse, they all belong to the category of spells that change attributes.

Most of the spells in the Hogwarts textbooks are non-fatal spells.

The lowest threshold for jinxes is the Stunning Spell.

Although strictly speaking, it should actually be classified as a spell.

Poisonous curses and curses are all content other than textbooks.

"Besides the above four categories, there are three more spells that can be classified into one category."

Seeing Vincent raised his right hand excitedly, Flitwick nodded in agreement with him getting up to speak.

"Professor, they are unforgivable curses that are strictly prohibited by the wizarding world. Once used, they will spend the rest of their lives in Azkaban."

"Correct answer, two points for Gryffindor."

Flitwick was about to test whether he knew the three types, but he saw that the other party had already sat down.

After a little thought, he decided to bypass the topic.

"The Charms class doesn't teach lethal spells, it's the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that teaches you how to resist those."

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