This Hogwarts is not normal

Byron and the others rolled back very quickly, and it took less than 15 minutes in total.

When the three rolled into the castle, several students staying in the auditorium were quite puzzled.

What happened to the sixth graders in Slytherin?

Was it corporal punishment by Snape?

"How to get up?"

"I do not know."

"Anyway, he can't see it, why not..."

The dizzy three looked at each other, and after a few minutes of rest, they slowly stood up.

Byron was helped up to the second floor, and under Madam Pomfrey's extremely ugly face, he joined the bones of the two arms.

"Drink it, and don't carry heavy things recently."

Her medicine is also extremely difficult to drink.

Expedition in the Forbidden Forest, right? I accidentally fell from the top of a tree, right? If the lesson is not profound, how can I do it?

After a simple bandage, all three of them walked out of the school hospital in desperation.

"What to do, they won't let us go."

"Return double the Galleons." Byron's tone was quite firm.

"No matter how much they give in the future, I will never touch anyone from the Owl Court."

"Me too, Wayne is horrible."

"That look clearly intends to kill someone. If it was outside the school, I'm sure you've already gone to see Mr. Merlin."

Byron shrank his neck back, "As soon as I talked about this, my arms started to ache again."

"Madame Pomfrey is not—understandable, after all, even our president doesn't dare to provoke him."

"Wayne!"

The two students quickly lay down in the stairwell.

"Wayne—" Byron also fell down.

Vincent twitched the corner of his mouth.

He was just passing by and didn't intend to do anything to them.

"Stand up and go back and tell them I'm coming."

"Yes!" X3

Before the three of them had time to breathe a sigh of relief, they all strode upstairs.

"Are you sure you want to be together?"

Hermione and Daphne's eyes were full of determination.

"It might be a little rough." Vincent took off his school robe, and handed it and the suitcase to the two,

"If you have no objections."

"Can I—" Daphne hugged his school robe tightly, hesitated for a moment, then shook her head slightly,

"Pansy hurt Hermione, she's not my friend anymore."

"I won't shoot at little girls." Vincent stepped on the last step, "This time is an exception."

Her slightly indifferent expression remained unchanged, and it seemed that she really had no illusions about Pan Xi.

Hermione held up the suitcase, "You really don't need what's in it?"

"No need." Vincent tapped his right hand lightly with his wand, "All protection—"

He stopped at the door of the Black Swan activity room, looked over a dozen Slytherin students, and fixed on the last four.

"Wayne, aren't you afraid of making things worse?" Draco quietly approached the round table, "You have already cleaned them up, isn't it enough?"

"Of course not enough." Vincent pushed aside the two students standing in front of him,

"Do you think it's safe enough to order others from above and hide behind the scenes?"

"No matter how powerful you are, you are only one person!" Blaise grabbed the money bag on the table, "I don't believe you can't fall down!"

He threw it upwards vigorously, splashing dazzling golden Galleons all over the sky.

"Is this what you're capable of?" Vincent didn't seem to notice the other two students standing in front of him.

Pushing them away with a little effort,

"You don't even have the courage to face me?"

Sharp gazes pierced Blaise's eyes.

He approached the round table uncontrollably, as if thinking that the bottom was the safest place.

"Coward." Vincent withdrew his gaze, scanning the Slytherin students who felt that they were separating to the left and right one by one.

Even Crabbe and Gore are no exception.

Although Slytherin's interests are paramount, many of them are aware of the situation.

Daphne's matter is just the beginning, today is a small climax.

Which club will stand at the top, which student will dominate Hogwarts, seems to be the answer soon.

Vincent stared at James who was surrounded outside.

He is not Serizawa Tamao or Hayashida Megumi, and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is not Suzuran High School for Boys.

"Disarm!" Pansy took advantage of the gap and drew out his wand.

If the sneak attack worked, the black swan would have succeeded long ago.

The right hand that cast the Mutant Armor Charm bounced the Disarming Charm to the ceiling.

A large amount of high-grade black velvet feathers fell down.

"My target is not you." Vincent walked over slowly.

Byron, whose hands were aching, looked at the two of them just now.

After confirming the eyes, it's time to get out of the way.

They didn't pay attention to the four pairs of angry eyes behind them at all, and they walked around Vincent and squeezed outside.

"You—" Draco blushed, "Let's all go, I hope you don't regret today's decision!"

Not to mention that there is a large group of owl courts outside, the pressure here alone almost makes them breathless.

"Damn traitor!" Pan Xi had just raised his wand when he was hit head-on by a weakened stun spell.

She clenched her wand tightly and looked at Daphne at the same time.

It was a pair of eyes that only struggled a little, but were quickly replaced by sympathy and indifference.

The broken friendship between them is impossible to repair.

"Don't think about her." Vincent knocked away the wand in Pansy's hand, "Your opponent has always been me."

He walked right past Draco and Blaise, stopping in front of Marcus.

"Wayne, don't think I'm still the same person I was last year!"

Grow taller and stronger.

Vincent is the same.

Marcus's wand was raised in the air, and he squeezed it tightly in his palm.

"Larch wood, medium hard."

Many people understand it.

No matter how fast the speed of chanting the mantra is, it can't be faster than breaking it with force.

"You won, Wayne." Marcus let go of his right hand that was gripping his wand, "But that doesn't mean it's over!"

When he was about to do something, the right cheek was slapped hard.

Vincent raised his wand, pointing at Blaise who quietly put his hand under the school robe.

"The toughness is very good, and it is easy to use."

Marcus watched his wand flick in his hand, and felt the red marks on his face get hotter.

There was no disarming spell, and he was not robbed. He gave it up voluntarily.

"Wayne—"

"Lie down you."

The tip of the larch wand blasted a cloud of air.

The spell casting failure caused by the mismatch knocked him to the ground, on top of a few gold Galleons.

The wands that Draco and Blaise pulled out almost at the same time were knocked into the air one after another.

"Let's have something traditional." Vincent put away his wand, throwing Marcus's behind him.

He stretched out his arms and tilted his head from side to side.

Ordinary wizards are only slightly better than Muggles in terms of physical fitness after losing their wands.

If you can't cast spells without a staff, and you are facing someone who has been trained...

Draco and Blaise's foreheads bumped into each other as Marcus was pinned down on his stomach.

Pansy hurriedly curled up under the round table.

She was like them, very unrefined, very uneasy.

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