This Hogwarts is not normal
Chapter 62 Go to Hell!
If it weren't for the fact that the Owl Club had Dumbledore's signature as a guarantee, Malfoy would object to everything he said.
Draco raised his chin so high that Harry couldn't help frowning.
Ron next to him glared, "No one will join your club, Malfoy!"
"I'll join!" Crabbe and Goyle both smiled.
Ron, who was slapped in the face on the spot, blushed.
"Anyway, I won't join!"
Harry hastily pulled him to sit down.
Although Quirrell, who was still shivering, didn't say anything, the impact of this kind of disruption of classroom discipline was not good.
It's just that Ron sat down, but his eyes were always on Draco.
Hermione, who was also sitting next to her, always felt that this act of acting like no one else was familiar.
She turned her gaze to Vincent, who rested his chin.
That kind of serious disease is actually contagious!
"Are you scared? Weasley!"
Draco spit out a lot of mocking words as if Quirrell didn't exist.
Slytherin's points have been emptied, and it's not a loss to bring Gryffindor to the end.
How could the impulsive little lions bear this breath.
Seamus stood up with a big dark face, "I dare to join, do you dare to agree?"
Draco glanced contemptuously, "I won't allow trolls in my club."
Hogwarts has the worst grade T, which refers to Troll, a giant monster.
Seamus, whose face was dark and red, picked up his wand, "You shouldn't have said that, Malfoy!"
Seeing that a fight was about to start, Quirrell bowed his waist and stood up, "Classroom ban—fighting is prohibited."
His right hand trembled violently, as if he was about to let go of his wand at any moment.
"Did you hear that?" Draco sat firmly on the chair, "Finigan's head is full of cinders!"
"Hahaha—" Crabbe and Goyle laughed arrogantly.
Quirrell, who was completely disrespected, trembled even more.
From the current point of view, he should plan to continue to endure.
Vincent smiled and met his dodging eyes, "Professor, are you okay?"
"No-nothing."
Crabbe and Goyle both stopped laughing at the same time.
Draco looked back angrily.
"Wayne, I thought you would always be a coward!"
Vincent didn't intend to respond to this provocation.
But he couldn't treat the calculation of Gryffindor House points as never happened.
"Malfoy, I don't have the guts to blatantly violate classroom discipline."
Seamus sat down quickly.
Crabbe and Goyle, who were stared at by multiple eyes, both looked at Draco with a tacit understanding.
He glanced at Quirrell who was about to cry, "Professor, none of us stood up like Weasley and Finnigan."
After successfully dragging Gryffindor into the water, he looked at Vincent defiantly again.
"S - both Slytherin and Gryffindor - both deducted five points."
Quirrell put his wand away with trembling hands, "Next—let's get out of class."
After saying this sentence, his whole body was swaying like a collapse.
"Heh—" Draco stood up with a long tail, and walked out of the classroom with the two younger brothers as if triumphant.
Maybe he didn't think there was anything wrong with him, but Harry still couldn't agree with this method.
Essentially, the Sorting Hat is right.
"Damn Malfoy!"
Ron, who clenched his fists, scolded the Slytherin students after they all left.
As if he didn't realize his mistake, his tone became more serious.
"Last week he was able to hit me with a sneak attack..."
In his mouth, Draco has not only become a synonym for despicableness, but also a villain who can emit stench when he opens his mouth.
Just as more and more people joined the denunciation, Vincent quietly followed Quirrell out of the classroom.
"Professor, please wait—"
"Ah! It's you, Wayne."
Quirrell patted his chest like a frightened little white rabbit, "You—what's the matter with you?"
"Professor, I have to say sorry to you."
Vincent bent down sincerely, "If something like this happens again, you can deduct points at will."
Quirrell, who smiled unnaturally, glanced at the mask he was wearing.
"I know what to do, Mr. Wayne."
"Hope it's helpful to you, Professor."
Vincent left after saying goodbye politely.
Quirrell watched his disappearing back, listened to the condemnation in the classroom, and looked at the forest outside the castle through the window with a sullen face.
……
……
In the afternoon, flying lessons.
As soon as Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, thirty or so broomsticks were launched into the air one after another.
Draco deliberately flew higher than Vincent.
He has an arrogant face like he needs to be beaten, obviously he just wants to make trouble.
But after what happened in the morning, the lion cubs just glared at him with round eyes.
"A group of cowards~"
He flew steadily in front of Vincent, "Wayne, do you dare to compete with me?"
"Not interested in."
After mocking a few words, he flew to the other side.
"Weasley, do you dare to compare with me?"
Ron was about to say yes, but Harry refused first.
"Potter, you will only become more and more cowardly if you follow them."
"I won't, Malfoy."
Draco turned his back lightly, "My club will always reserve a spot for you, Potter."
Before Ron could start cursing, he was flying towards Slytherin.
The method is a bit clumsy, but the effect is still quite good.
Of the Gryffindors whose mentality was thrown out of balance, only Vincent and Harry managed to perform the tumbling movements demonstrated by Mrs. Hooch.
On the Slytherin side, there were as many as five people.
Two against five, lose.
"Boring." Vincent had absolutely no intention of responding to Draco's second gauntlet.
Still at that place, still at that time.
A brace?
I'm afraid it's not repeating the old tricks!
"Tsk tsk, you are such a disappointment, Wayne~"
"Saturday night, trophy room." Draco swaggered away with a high-pitched child's voice, "I'll wait until the wee hours of the morning."
Vincent didn't even need to think about it, he knew that this kind of low-level provocation was not aimed at him, but the group of lion cubs whose anger value exceeded the upper limit.
Especially Seamus and Dean, they whispered something and left together.
"Aren't you going to do something?" Hermione hurriedly followed behind him, "Malfoy obviously wants us to make mistakes."
Vincent stopped suddenly, and spread his hands helplessly at her, "I know, but if they don't grow up, they will still fall into the trap next time."
Cooling down will only make the flammable and explosive Gryffindor explode more thoroughly in the future.
It's really hard for the cubs, who don't worry about how many points they have, to unite now.
Hermione hung her head weakly, "You're as calm as a Slytherin."
"Thank you for the compliment." Vincent stepped into the castle, "You are not like a Gryffindor in the traditional sense."
She raised her head and gouged out a look, "I only hope that those who want to pass will not be isolated by everyone like me."
……
……
Draco raised his chin so high that Harry couldn't help frowning.
Ron next to him glared, "No one will join your club, Malfoy!"
"I'll join!" Crabbe and Goyle both smiled.
Ron, who was slapped in the face on the spot, blushed.
"Anyway, I won't join!"
Harry hastily pulled him to sit down.
Although Quirrell, who was still shivering, didn't say anything, the impact of this kind of disruption of classroom discipline was not good.
It's just that Ron sat down, but his eyes were always on Draco.
Hermione, who was also sitting next to her, always felt that this act of acting like no one else was familiar.
She turned her gaze to Vincent, who rested his chin.
That kind of serious disease is actually contagious!
"Are you scared? Weasley!"
Draco spit out a lot of mocking words as if Quirrell didn't exist.
Slytherin's points have been emptied, and it's not a loss to bring Gryffindor to the end.
How could the impulsive little lions bear this breath.
Seamus stood up with a big dark face, "I dare to join, do you dare to agree?"
Draco glanced contemptuously, "I won't allow trolls in my club."
Hogwarts has the worst grade T, which refers to Troll, a giant monster.
Seamus, whose face was dark and red, picked up his wand, "You shouldn't have said that, Malfoy!"
Seeing that a fight was about to start, Quirrell bowed his waist and stood up, "Classroom ban—fighting is prohibited."
His right hand trembled violently, as if he was about to let go of his wand at any moment.
"Did you hear that?" Draco sat firmly on the chair, "Finigan's head is full of cinders!"
"Hahaha—" Crabbe and Goyle laughed arrogantly.
Quirrell, who was completely disrespected, trembled even more.
From the current point of view, he should plan to continue to endure.
Vincent smiled and met his dodging eyes, "Professor, are you okay?"
"No-nothing."
Crabbe and Goyle both stopped laughing at the same time.
Draco looked back angrily.
"Wayne, I thought you would always be a coward!"
Vincent didn't intend to respond to this provocation.
But he couldn't treat the calculation of Gryffindor House points as never happened.
"Malfoy, I don't have the guts to blatantly violate classroom discipline."
Seamus sat down quickly.
Crabbe and Goyle, who were stared at by multiple eyes, both looked at Draco with a tacit understanding.
He glanced at Quirrell who was about to cry, "Professor, none of us stood up like Weasley and Finnigan."
After successfully dragging Gryffindor into the water, he looked at Vincent defiantly again.
"S - both Slytherin and Gryffindor - both deducted five points."
Quirrell put his wand away with trembling hands, "Next—let's get out of class."
After saying this sentence, his whole body was swaying like a collapse.
"Heh—" Draco stood up with a long tail, and walked out of the classroom with the two younger brothers as if triumphant.
Maybe he didn't think there was anything wrong with him, but Harry still couldn't agree with this method.
Essentially, the Sorting Hat is right.
"Damn Malfoy!"
Ron, who clenched his fists, scolded the Slytherin students after they all left.
As if he didn't realize his mistake, his tone became more serious.
"Last week he was able to hit me with a sneak attack..."
In his mouth, Draco has not only become a synonym for despicableness, but also a villain who can emit stench when he opens his mouth.
Just as more and more people joined the denunciation, Vincent quietly followed Quirrell out of the classroom.
"Professor, please wait—"
"Ah! It's you, Wayne."
Quirrell patted his chest like a frightened little white rabbit, "You—what's the matter with you?"
"Professor, I have to say sorry to you."
Vincent bent down sincerely, "If something like this happens again, you can deduct points at will."
Quirrell, who smiled unnaturally, glanced at the mask he was wearing.
"I know what to do, Mr. Wayne."
"Hope it's helpful to you, Professor."
Vincent left after saying goodbye politely.
Quirrell watched his disappearing back, listened to the condemnation in the classroom, and looked at the forest outside the castle through the window with a sullen face.
……
……
In the afternoon, flying lessons.
As soon as Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, thirty or so broomsticks were launched into the air one after another.
Draco deliberately flew higher than Vincent.
He has an arrogant face like he needs to be beaten, obviously he just wants to make trouble.
But after what happened in the morning, the lion cubs just glared at him with round eyes.
"A group of cowards~"
He flew steadily in front of Vincent, "Wayne, do you dare to compete with me?"
"Not interested in."
After mocking a few words, he flew to the other side.
"Weasley, do you dare to compare with me?"
Ron was about to say yes, but Harry refused first.
"Potter, you will only become more and more cowardly if you follow them."
"I won't, Malfoy."
Draco turned his back lightly, "My club will always reserve a spot for you, Potter."
Before Ron could start cursing, he was flying towards Slytherin.
The method is a bit clumsy, but the effect is still quite good.
Of the Gryffindors whose mentality was thrown out of balance, only Vincent and Harry managed to perform the tumbling movements demonstrated by Mrs. Hooch.
On the Slytherin side, there were as many as five people.
Two against five, lose.
"Boring." Vincent had absolutely no intention of responding to Draco's second gauntlet.
Still at that place, still at that time.
A brace?
I'm afraid it's not repeating the old tricks!
"Tsk tsk, you are such a disappointment, Wayne~"
"Saturday night, trophy room." Draco swaggered away with a high-pitched child's voice, "I'll wait until the wee hours of the morning."
Vincent didn't even need to think about it, he knew that this kind of low-level provocation was not aimed at him, but the group of lion cubs whose anger value exceeded the upper limit.
Especially Seamus and Dean, they whispered something and left together.
"Aren't you going to do something?" Hermione hurriedly followed behind him, "Malfoy obviously wants us to make mistakes."
Vincent stopped suddenly, and spread his hands helplessly at her, "I know, but if they don't grow up, they will still fall into the trap next time."
Cooling down will only make the flammable and explosive Gryffindor explode more thoroughly in the future.
It's really hard for the cubs, who don't worry about how many points they have, to unite now.
Hermione hung her head weakly, "You're as calm as a Slytherin."
"Thank you for the compliment." Vincent stepped into the castle, "You are not like a Gryffindor in the traditional sense."
She raised her head and gouged out a look, "I only hope that those who want to pass will not be isolated by everyone like me."
……
……
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