This Hogwarts is not normal

Daphne's "abandoning the dark and turning to the bright" naturally won the enthusiastic affirmation of the little lions.

The eldest lady of a noble family has a particularly outstanding appearance.

What else is black swan now?

Poodle-like Pansy?

Yasha-like Millison?

Take a look at the Court of Owls:

The dignified and generous senior sister Penello;

The Autumn of Hogwarts Chief Courtyard Flower;

The latest Daphne added;

Ginny and Luna are as cute as ragdolls.

If Draco put on women's clothes and didn't speak, he might still have a fight with them.

But there is still a president in the Owl Court...

"Old Zhan, you better shut up." Alfred's eyes were full of sympathy.

James turned his face belatedly, and saw Vincent with a smile on his face.

"No, Lao Wen, I'm just making a metaphor!"

"You seem to be a little lazy recently."

He knew he was done.

Goodbye, big sister Hitomi-

Goodbye, little sister Serenity—

After Vincent took away the comic books, James became even more distraught than Harry and Ron.

At the thought of exercising again, he also lost his current good appetite for food.

"Aren't you going to eat it?" Neville held a large piece of grilled lamb chop in his hand and shook it several times in front of his eyes.

"Eat! Gulp!"

It's not good to be aboveboard, but it's okay to be sneaky, right?

Vincent came to Hermione holding a comic book, "Register, these things will be contraband in the club from now on."

Curiously, she opened it from the middle, took a look at it and quickly closed it with a red face.

"These things must be cleared out of the campus!"

Daphne glanced at the cover curiously.

It was an oriental woman with a ball head and a blue cheongsam.

For some unknown reason, the black stockings on her legs were tattered.

Hermione's little hands seemed to cover key parts.

Daphne, who was also blushing, instantly knew why she was listed as a contraband.

She glanced at Vincent quietly, and found that he was terribly calm.

Girls are like this, could he be...

"Don't guess, my orientation is normal."

Daphne was at a loss for words, "You—how did you know what I was thinking?"

Vincent pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a stiff smile, "Didn't you pretend to be pretty before, why are you writing all your thoughts on your face now?"

Hermione looked over suspiciously, and found that she was a little puzzled in addition to being panicked.

Little boys go through puberty, and so do little girls.

Lavender and the others often stare lewdly at the ring, saying something they want to touch.

"You shouldn't be..."

"No!" Daphne hurriedly denied, "I just find it strange."

Vincent tried his best to maintain a stiff smile on his face, "It's strange to have such an idea, we are only 12-year-old children."

"Er—" She and Hermione exchanged glances, "Actually, there are many students who are dating, and quite a few of them get married immediately after graduation."

His eyes flicked to Percy and Penelope, who went their separate ways.

The western world is quite open, especially the beaches in France and the bathhouses in Germany.

So here comes the question, nearly a century ago...

"I don't have such an idea now." He quickly threw out the more terrifying idea just now.

Hermione and Daphne looked at each other again.

I don't know how long this calmness and self-discipline can last.

Seeing their faces full of disbelief, Vincent had no intention of proving anything.

His mind is now full of plans for the future.

Daphne's affairs are not over yet, and she needs to go to Greenglass's house as soon as possible;

The new version of the Gwent card will be released at the end of the month, and I will have to ask for leave for a day and a half;

The deal of the Magic Congress must be completed as soon as possible, and the apparition must also learn from Sam.

The rest can be taken slowly, but the sooner the Horcrux is found, the better.

He still needs to plan for the more distant future, and he doesn't want to die before the teacher wins.

"Who do you want to plot against?" Hermione was too familiar with this look.

Whenever the next victim appeared, Vincent's blue eyes became extremely serious.

"Hmm—let me think about it." He snapped his fingers, "Professor Snape, an Auror from the Magic Council, Tom without a nose..."

He suddenly approached Daphne, "And your sister."

Hermione quickly pushed him away, "Please don't use such weird and misleading terms."

"You ask, and I answer." Vincent stood firm, "Maybe I should keep silent like before."

"Or change the subject?" She took Daphne's little hand, "You have seen it, but he actually hides a lot of secrets in his heart.

Don't trust him unreservedly, or you will be tricked, and you may not find out in time. "

"I'll be vigilant."

Daphne's small guarded eyes made Vincent wonder.

It seems the two of them have grown closer since Lockhart's Dueling Club.

If it is because of the development of the Owl Court, there should be no need to take the initiative to establish a good relationship.

So can we really talk?

Different experiences, same feelings?

He rubbed his eyes, always feeling that it was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

"I'll go eat something first, you can do whatever you want."

If you can't figure it out, just don't think about it, as long as you are not calculating yourself.

Vincent walked to a round table filled with various delicacies.

Whenever someone takes a copy, a new one will be replenished in time.

Maybe it's a return, Dobby will always appear in some more detailed places.

The beef stew tastes very authentic, it should be made by Justin.

The taste of mashed potatoes is a bit salty, only strong cedric.

"Busy people finally provide psychological counseling for our new members?"

Vincent looked back and found that it was Fred and George holding a lot of fireworks in their hands.

"These don't seem to be the magical fireworks of Fei Liba seeing the water bloom?"

"It's our new invention~" George stuffed him a handful, "Although we haven't tested it yet, we've already thought of the name."

The shape is long, much like a muggle's hand-held fireworks.

"What's the name?"

"Weasley whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh fireworks!" species~"

Obviously, this is instigating.

But Vincent was curious.

"What if it's a spell with an explosive effect?"

"We haven't tried it yet~" the twins looked forward as if discovering a new world.

According to the original design, the changes of Weasley's swishing fireworks were random, and even the creators didn't know what would happen.

"Remember to count the test fee." Vincent pulled out his wand, thought for a while and put it back.

He can now cast Grindelwald's improved blasting spell at any time, and its power is not much different from that of an adult.

I haven't tried silent spells and wandless spells yet, but at most it will just blow up something like the previous spell failed.

After silently chanting a sentence in his heart, the entire blasting spell was shot into the fireworks.

With a sound of "whoosh", the fireworks left Vincent's hand and flew to the ceiling with the school badge.

"Boom—" The small sparks that exploded seemed to be pulled together, and they all lined up automatically.

It's just that the specific outline has not yet been formed, and the little spark exploded violently again, making a continuous "swish, swoosh, swoosh" sound.

The students raised their heads and saw countless tiny sparks scurrying around with trailing flames.

The destructive power is almost negligible, but the quantity is a bit too much.

"This is also a contraband." Hermione pulled Daphne up, "but it starts tomorrow."

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