This Hogwarts isn't normal.

For several days in a row, Vincent brewed potions in his spare time.

33 Galleons in exchange for four potions with short-term amplification effects.

He put more than 20 small bottles into the big box under the bed, and then recalled Snape's strange behavior during the day.

This guy didn't lose Gryffindor points today!

And even Harry didn't pay much attention to him, just simply scolded Seamus and Neville.

The water is very deep, it's estimated that it can drown people.

"My scalp tingles just thinking about it~" He shook his head and looked at his roommates who were sleeping soundly.

Neville's snoring is not very loud,

but James and Alfred have been wearing earmuffs to sleep these days.

"Hu-Hu-"

This noise like an electric drill can actually be solved with a Silencing Spell.

But this is only in the fifth-grade spell textbook, and it's not very humane.

But four years later...

Anyway, Vincent knew that James and Alfred had learned it, and he would definitely give Neville a shot every night before going to bed.

He felt so miserable just thinking about it that he had to put on the earmuffs several times before he succeeded in putting them on properly.

When he woke up, it was the weekend again.

After the Quidditch training in the morning, Harry grabbed Vincent who was about to take off his protective gear.

"What's wrong? You're so secretive."

Arriving at an abandoned greenhouse,

Harry closed and locked the door.

"I think I know the true identity of the mysterious man."

Vincent was a little confused,

"Who?"

"Snape!"

Harry lowered his voice,

"On Wednesday, when Ron and I were leaving the club room, we happened to see him sneaking up the stairs.

"Maybe he was sleepwalking?"

"No, we followed him quietly and found that he went to the right corridor on the fourth floor that was forbidden to enter. "

The bait was placed in a new location. Snape should have gone to remove the potion.

"You'll never guess what we saw, Vincent--"

It's just a cute Fluffy, we've touched it before.

"It's a three-headed dog, a sleeping three-headed dog!"

Vincent pretended to shake himself, "And then, it can't be Snape's."

"Of course not!" Harry suddenly got a little excited.

"Huh--" He calmed down a little, "We didn't find Snape when we went in, he went down the trapdoor next to the three-headed dog's head."

"You followed him?"

"No, we waited outside for a long time."

Vincent was a little disappointed, "And then?"

"He looked very bad when he came out." Harry shuddered,

"It was similar to the last time in the hall."

"This--"

It was expected that the potion would be taken away, but it was probably unexpected that the fake would be so "realistic."

"Haven't you seen the mysterious man? "

"Ah, yes."

His expression was serious. "Even if Malfoy didn't cover up, he might have done so to hide his identity - you know what I mean."

This is what Quirrell wants to see the most.

The big black pot of the mysterious man was really put on Snape.

"Harry, Quirrell is actually -"

"Hey, so you are here!"

Both turned their heads and saw Wood through a thick layer of glass.

"Mr. Smith is here, he said that the broom for Harry has been made!"

"Let's go first." Harry signaled with his eyes to keep it secret.

After this interruption, Vincent suddenly changed his mind.

It's such a coincidence to meet Snape?

I'm afraid it's not a calculation from Dumbledore!

Sure enough, the man who defeated the first generation of the Dark Lord was able to come up with this kind of training plan.

Harry will grow if he joins, and he will also make progress under constant speculation if he doesn't join.

"Good morning, Mr. Wayne - Mr. Potter. "

Qiaosen took out a flying broom from the box that was similar in color to the rogue rabbit, but two sizes smaller.

It was not so angular and basically followed a streamlined design.

Harry's big eyes lit up immediately.

The broom was customized strictly according to his design and data, and was finally rushed out before the game next month.

"Mr. Smith, you--" Vincent was frightened by the dark circles on his face.

"It's okay." Qiaosen took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and took a sip, "As long as I have it, I can work overtime for another two months! ”

This light blue with a minty fragrance is the Bafe brain stimulant that increases brain power.

When Harry tested it at low altitude, Vincent had already determined that this potion was not only addictive,

but also would move the drinker's hairline up.

Josen, who was excitedly recording the data, seemed to have not noticed any changes in his body.

There are many bald wizards in the magic world. If a staged treatment potion is invented, it will definitely make a lot of money.

"Mr. Wayne, please come and test it."

Harry's flying experience was good, which was in full compliance with all theoretical data.

Vincent took it and felt that it was more than twice as light as the rogue rabbit.

"Mr. Smith, you didn't cut corners, did you?"

"Of course not." Johnson pointed to the branches at the tail, "Mr. Potter's body is actually more suitable for a lightweight one, so we replaced it with balsa wood produced in South America.

The balance adjusted according to the weight can make Mr. Potter feel no weight at all when flying."

Vincent understood.

If the Rogue Rabbit is compared to a Bugatti with astonishing power and weight, then the broomstick in its hand is a traditional lightweight European supercar.

Sweeping away from the Nimbus this year, I'm afraid it will create a new series.

Also flying at low altitude, he was already considering whether to use the small amount of money he earned from reselling the Forbidden Forest to invest in this promising broom company.

"The flight data are basically the same, and Mr. Wayne's performance is as strong as ever!"

Qiao Sen's emotion underneath reminded Harry of the recent Quidditch training.

Wood, who serves as goalkeeper and captain, is naturally very strong, but Vincent can score goals from extremely tricky angles every time.

One time the Quaffle hit Fred's bat and unexpectedly bounced into the far left goal.

Wood was stunned at the time.

This person is fed by the old man Merlin, and this person is fed by the old man. He has to decide whether to eat or not based on his mood.

After a gust of wind passed by, Vincent stopped steadily in front of the two of them.

"It's very good. Harry, you must feel comfortable using it, right?"

"Ah - yes."

Qiao Sen closed the notebook and took the broom in his hand to look at it carefully.

There is no problem with the trunk part, and the tail branches have not been thrown off.

"Mr. Potter, it belongs to you now."

Harry took it with some surprise, "Really? Can I really have a broomstick?"

"Professor Dumbledore agreed."

"So that's it." He couldn't put it down and held the broom in his arms.

"What are you going to name it?"

"Gwendo!" Harry introduced the origin of the famous name.

After a seven-day game in 1953, Rudolf Brand of the German Heidelberg Hounds proposed to Gwendo Morgan of the Holyhead Harpies on the spot.

The proposal failed, and Rudolf even suffered a concussion from Gwendo's Sweeping Five Stars.

Qiao Sen's eyes suddenly brightened, "Mr. Potter, this is a great name!"

Harry, who didn't know he was being targeted, nodded shyly.

Vincent thought about it and realized that the protagonist of the story was really an ordinary child.

But he still didn't understand Dumbledore's persistence.

Just because of the magic called love, can it resist Voldemort's killing curse?

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