This Hogwarts is not normal

When Draco yelled, Snape, who was sleeping soundly, rolled over and sat up instantly.

Wearing black striped pajamas, he picked up his wand, cast a silent spell to illuminate the surroundings, and then opened the door.

The office has signs of being turned over.

Under the dilapidated wooden cabinet protected by multiple magics, there are still precious herbs scattered all over the place.

He locked his eyes outside the door with a painful expression.

Draco was still breathing on the ground.

It's just an intruder, but it has long since disappeared.

"Stunning Curse..."

From the current point of view, this mysterious man who can break open the wooden cabinet does not seem to be some evil wizard.

Snape opened Draco's mouth roughly and poured the entire bottle of potion into it.

This is a healing potion that tastes extremely bitter and makes you want to vomit after drinking it.

Thanks to being in a coma, otherwise this taste must be comparable to that piece of smoking soap.

"Hmm—" Draco opened his eyes, only to see the big face of his headmaster.

This gaze was even more disgusting than looking at Harry. He thought it was aimed at the mysterious man just now.

"Tell me," Snape straightened up, "what the hell did you see?"

Draco slowly got up from the cold floor, "A mysterious man wearing a black cloak."

"height."

"Taller than Professor you."

"Size."

"It's about the same as you, Professor."

"Appearance characteristics."

"I didn't see clearly."

Looking at Snape who was struggling to sit upright, he felt disgusted and stretched out his hand.

"What are you here for?"

Under those captivating black eyes, Draco honestly explained what had happened.

Can't sleep in the middle of the night, come to talk to someone?

Snape leaned back slightly, "You can go back."

"Oh."

When Draco disappeared, he left the dungeon in his pajamas.

Three tricks against the same person, but this time it came to the head of Slytherin's office.

If it was all about temptation before, the goal of this mysterious man...

After dawn.

In addition to the campus legend of the headless horseman running wildly in the middle of the night at Hogwarts, there is another legend about a mysterious man who tricks Slytherin.

Vincent, who had been stared at by Hermione all morning, was uncomfortable.

Yesterday he obviously stayed in the dormitory and slept obediently, how could he still go to the old bat's office in the middle of the night.

"Who spread it out?"

"Malfoy." Ron, the little gossip expert, said with contempt on his face: "He said he had a fight with the mysterious man, and he almost caught him on the spot."

"I don't believe it." James simply shook his head.

"I don't believe it either." Alfred shrugged, "If Malfoy really has this ability, he won't be tricked three times."

Vincent's expression was a little unnatural.

Although I am very fortunate to have a back-to-back man,

But things may not be so simple.

Draco, who was still bragging at the Slytherin table, beautified his three experiences to the extreme.

The most important thing is that the day before yesterday he endured the humiliation and had a fight with the mysterious man in the middle of the night, so the eye circles of both of them were so red that they were about to bleed.

"It's a poisonous curse, but luckily I bent over and dodged it in time..."

Vincent looked away expressionlessly.

As far as he knew, the only people in the school who dared to explore the Bat Cave in the middle of the night, apart from himself and the twins, were the professors who did not appear at the staff desk.

It was obviously Quirrell who did it.

But why he did this, he didn't know.

"Astronomy class tonight?"

"correct."

Just as Vincent stood up, Hermione not far away also stood up.

He took two steps forward, and she followed suit.

"..."

"It's not really me."

Hermione snorted and followed him out of the auditorium.

"I was sleeping in the dormitory yesterday, Gu Gu can testify."

"Humph--"

Speechless and choked up, Vincent returned to the common room and beat the big sandbag hard.

"Boom - bang bang -"

The big dangling sandbag stunned the cubs.

Even after returning from astronomy class, Hermione always sat nearby.

She stared at him with an expression until the iron chain on the ceiling fell with a "crack" from the sandbag.

Vincent was completely at a loss.

Not too soft,

Hard ones don't work either.

Miss Granger is relying on him.

The eyelids of Harry and Ron who had just entered were twitching wildly.

It was agreed to stay for a semester, but it only took a few days before it disappeared.

Although it looks like it can still be used, it is estimated that this sandbag is about to die.

"What's the matter with them?" Ron ran quietly to ask his twin brothers, "Hermione has been staring at Vincent like this since morning."

Fred and George both smiled wryly and spread their hands, expressing that neither of them knew the reason.

"That's weird..." Ron muttered back to Harry.

"Could it be that Vincent bullied her?"

"Impossible." Harry shook his head directly to deny this guess, "You said it is possible for him to bully Malfoy, and Hermione is not easy to bully."

"Then why..."

Watching Vincent hang up the sandbags again, both of them felt that the water inside was deep enough to drown people.

"I hope they can make up soon."

Harry took Ron back to the dormitory.

The Gryffindor students left one after another, and the twins who left last were all depressed.

The night tour is really going to be suspended.

"Boom bang bang-"

In the entire circular common room, there was only the sound of fists hitting sandbags.

After an unknown amount of time, Hermione suddenly said lightly, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Vincent answered her breathlessly, "I can do this all night."

"I know."

"But I didn't intend to stay like this all night." He held down the beanbag he was throwing at himself, "Listen, I have no reason to go to Snape's office.

Malfoy wants to prove purity to me, what about you?

What do you want to prove to me? "

"I do not know."

Hermione stood up nonchalantly, "Maybe I don't want to admit that someone is smarter than me.

It could also be that I simply hate you. "

Vincent let go of his hand on the sandbag, "I don't think so."

Both of them have been excellent in character and learning since they were young.

She put all her mind on her studies,

But he can have wonderful extracurricular activities.

It's not so much jealousy, it's better to say it's a complaint against myself.

Why study hard?

The Sorting Hat saw this, so she was not assigned to Ravenclaw.

Vincent sighed and walked towards her slowly.

"What - what are you going to do?" Hermione's voice trembled.

"Shh—keep your voice down." He stepped closer to the person who was sticking to the wall, "while no one is here..."

Before he finished speaking, the small solid leather shoes were lifted up.

"and many more!"

Vincent, who had no time to dodge, was stomped and squatted down in aggrieved position.

"I mean, you can go on a night tour with me while there is no one here."

He said the excuse he just thought of: "If the mysterious man appears again, it will prove my innocence."

"Huh?" Hermione, with her little heart beating non-stop, didn't expect things to develop like this.

What about a fat beating?

This is not normal!

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