This Hogwarts is not normal

"How to deal with today's matter, I think you should all know—"

Mag had a stern face, and his tone was extremely severe: "Gryffindor and Slytherin each deducted 50 points!"

With a wave of her wand, she lifted the binding spell from the two.

"but--"

The students of both colleges pricked up their ears.

"However, due to Mr Wayne's timely self-rescue, I think it should be worth adding 50 points for this."

After the big stick and then the sweet date, she set her eyes on Draco's innocent little face covered with bruises.

"Also, the school will definitely investigate this matter seriously, even the school manager can't stop it."

Once the ins and outs are figured out, Slytherin will definitely deduct points again.

The happy little lions all turned their eyes to Vincent.

Deduct 50 and add 50, one or two times is equivalent to no deduction.

"at last--"

McGonagall looked a little excited, "Mr. Wayne and Mr. Potter, please come with me."

Knowing what was going to happen, Vincent followed her without any psychological pressure.

Harry, who didn't know it, was uneasy.

Riding a broom without permission, I'm afraid I will be fired.

"Don't worry, I'm sure the professor won't do that."

Standing outside the door of the Charms classroom, he smiled wryly and nodded to the side.

Not long after, McGonagall led out a student whose physique was comparable to Vincent's.

"All follow me."

The four strode forward into the depths of the corridor.

The senior looked at Harry from time to time, and often focused on certain parts of Vincent.

such as the upper and lower arms,

Another example is the chest, abdomen and waist.

"Go in."

McGonagall pointed to an empty classroom where only Peeves was writing and drawing on the blackboard.

"Ah! It's the vice principal~"

She glared, "Get out."

"Nothing~nothing~"

Peeves threw the chalk into the trash can with his hands, still muttering something in his mouth.

Don't listen carefully, the four people present all know that it will not be a good word.

McGonagall closed the door heavily and turned to face the three boys.

"This is Oliver Wood, fifth year, captain of the Quidditch team.

Wood, you should know who these two are, right? "

"I know, Professor." Wood smiled and looked at Harry. "The children in the wizarding world all grow up listening to Potter's stories, even me."

"Wayne," he stepped forward to stand side by side with Vincent, "I still can't believe he's a first-year freshman."

Among the fifth grade students, he was considered outstanding, but he was only four or five centimeters taller.

In terms of physique, it was even slightly worse.

McGonagall looked at Harry first, "Wood, Potter will definitely be an excellent Seeker.

I've never seen anything like it, is this your first time riding a broomstick? "

Harry, who understood that he didn't want to fire himself, nodded silently.

"Professor, is this true?" Wood looked a little excited, "What did he do?"

"He dived fifty feet, reached out and grabbed a memory ball."

Mag, who still wanted to say something, glanced at the small cut on his face, and suddenly turned his gaze to Vincent.

"As for Wayne, he just landed safely from an out-of-control broom that flew three thousand feet."

With a face full of astonishment, Wood turned and took a step back, "So the shadow outside the window..."

"It's me." Vincent nodded modestly, "That broom is a bit difficult to control."

"Surprisingly--"

Wood walked around him, "I'm afraid this physique is stronger than Charlie."

The second brother of the twins can go to Romania to study fire dragons, so his physical fitness is absolutely outstanding.

"If only the batsmen weren't Fred and George..."

He held Vincent's right arm with both hands, and his eyes were as intoxicated as seeing a stunning beauty.

"Do you exercise regularly?"

"I guess there is."

"How is your eyesight?"

"pretty good."

Wood let go of his hand in satisfaction, "Professor, Wayne can definitely take the position of the Chaser!"

Before Harry had time to envy him, he hugged him, "Potter is small enough, light and agile.

Those guys who are as cunning as snakes must never have imagined that we would make such a decision! "

McGonagall listened to him with a smile on his face as he introduced various new strategies.

The twins were responsible for interfering with each other, Vincent led the charge with his size advantage, and finally it was Harry who ended the game.

"We've got to get them a decent broom!"

Wood's eyes brightened suddenly, "Professor, my idea is to bring two Nimbus 2000 or sweep the Seven Stars."

"I'm going to speak to Professor Dumbledore."

Mag stared at the three of them with a serious face, "We make an exception to use the matter of the first-year freshmen, and we must not disclose any information to others."

She then became even more stern, having received a solemn promise, "We need a better Quidditch team.

We lost to Slytherin last time so badly that I couldn't see Snape face to face for weeks. "

She looked down at the two new Quidditch players from a high position, "I hope you can train hard, otherwise what happened today..."

Vincent patted his chest and assured: "Professor, don't worry, I will definitely knock all the Slytherins out of the game—ah no, it's Duoduo scoring."

McGonagall smiled and looked at Harry with a relaxed expression, "Your father will be proud of you, he used to be an excellent Quidditch player."

"I'll do my best, Professor."

When she walked out of the classroom, Vincent chased after her.

"Professor, you don't need to prepare a broom for me."

"why?"

"That broom has actually been repaired by me inexplicably..."

After Vincent briefly explained the process, McGonagall subconsciously nodded.

"Well, I will ask the professionals from the sweeping broom company to check it first, and make sure there is no problem before discussing the ownership of this broom."

"Attribution issue?"

"The broom you repaired belongs to you, of course."

Vincent covered his pockets with his hands, "Professor, how much do I need to pay?"

"Ha——" McGonagall was amused by him, "Mr. Wayne, how about 10 Galleons?"

"Too much." Vincent blinked his big eyes, "Add the branches at the end, 2 Galleons should be enough, right?"

"Okay, then 2 Galleons!"

Mag smiled and shook his head, "Vincent, you will definitely become a qualified businessman in the future."

"Probably not." He drew his wand from his pocket. "Alder wood and phoenix feathers, this is a very special combination."

Wand science is a very partial subject.

Basically, except for staff makers like Ollivander, there is no serious study in the wizarding world.

"You will have extraordinary achievements, Vincent." McGonagall left these words before leaving.

Alder is not easy to bend, but its ideal owners are not stubborn, but wizards who are helpful, considerate and lovable.

Phoenix tail feathers are rare, and it is also the core material that can cast the most types of magic and the most picky owner.

According to the analysis of wand science, wizards who can meet these two harsh conditions will indeed make great achievements in the magic world in the future, as McGonagall said.

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