This Hogwarts isn't normal.

According to Vincent's words in his previous life, he was like a prince, general, and prime minister.

And headed by Malfoy, the princes, generals and ministers all have the same kind.

The "seeds" possessed by both sides are not the same.

"Wayne Wayne—"

"Vincent Wayne!" Pansy was particularly excited, "Who do you think you are!

Do you really think you're the next Albus Dumbledore? "

"No." Vincent shifted his gaze to Daphne's face, "I am myself, Vincent Wayne."

Her reaction was great after hearing this,

Even the hand holding the wand was shaking slightly.

This person may be the key to attracting Naslytherin members.

As a good best friend, Pansy felt that she was beginning to waver.

Vincent took in everything, "You guessed it right, I won't do anything to girls.

But she will. "

The situation was weaker than that of others, so Pansy wisely kept her mouth shut.

"Tell them I won't take it for granted anymore."

Daphne looked at the back,

Until you enter the castle.

"Daphne, you-"

"I just lied to him."

Pansy saw her expression return to its original state,

I couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, we have been playing together since childhood, how could we change our views on bloodline theory just by saying a few words.

There are actually many friends whose family backgrounds and views are incompatible with each other.

Daphne's true inner thoughts may only be known to her.

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The Slytherin common room was very quiet today.

Excluding the twenty or so people who were lying in the campus hospital, only a very small number of students were left.

"Damn it!" Blaise swept away everything on the table in front of him.

"How could he progress so fast!"

Marcus fell silent after fighting.

If he asked himself, he did know that the arena match was like child's play.

Vincent obviously had a lot of opportunities, but he just didn't want to end it early.

Draco, who thought he understood, didn't understand.

"Wayne——"

With his low voice, the original tranquility of the common room suddenly became as silent as death.

Lucius wrote a letter not long ago.

Order of Merlin 2nd Class.

He knew what his old father meant, but he was still unwilling to "give in".

Not continuing to target him means admitting defeat in his eyes.

Do you want to watch helplessly?

Seeing you making money step by step and improving your status little by little?

"Just kill him."

Theodore's face was gloomy, "Since Wayne's momentum is unstoppable, let's go ahead -"

"Are you crazy?" Draco stood up excitedly and glanced at the pointed face.

Lucius knew that Voldemort was behind Quirrell.

There's no reason why Theodore's father, a veteran Death Eater, wouldn't know.

Not only Draco, but also Blaise and Marcus thought he was crazy.

No need, really not necessary.

"I hope you won't regret it." Theodore walked straight back to the dormitory without explaining to them.

"Actually, he's right." Pansy suddenly closed her mouth.

This is no joke,

This is serious.

Draco sat down slowly and clenched his fists hard, "Theodore was just joking. Don't take it seriously."

"I almost took it seriously." Pansy forced an ugly smile.

"No wonder he doesn't fit in with the crowd." Brace chuckled, "It turns out it's because the joke is too cold."

Marcus grinned widely, "It's really cold, I even got goosebumps."

Daphne stopped talking several times, "Wayne is not worthy of us doing this."

"Yeah, just a bastard." Draco let go of his hand.

He never intended to cause death.

He's just spoiled, not really bad.

"Then how are we going to deal with Wayne?" Blaise changed the subject, "In just one Christmas holiday, those fat chickens probably earned thousands of gold galleons."

Draco looked towards the two lackeys.

"We will not lose in a competition of financial resources."

The theme of the twenty-eight pure-blood families must be better than Hogwarts or something like that.

They can even bring in some private goods and severely attack certain "traitor" families.

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Half a month passed without incident, and the temperature gradually began to warm up.

Vincent is a man of his word.

But before going on an outing, he needs to be aware of all the dangers that exist in the Forbidden Forest.

"It's too dangerous." Hagrid returned to the hut and picked up a small pink umbrella.

"Although Aragog has promised me, he can't control his heirs at all."

"So I came here on my own." Vincent raised the suitcase and raised it.

"If they were here,

The scene will be spectacular. "

Hagrid opened his eyes curiously, "What's inside? Could it be bombs or landmines?"

"Of course not." Vincent lowered his hand, "I guarantee you have never seen it."

It was so mysterious that Hagrid wished there was some danger now.

"Let's go, I will protect you."

Vincent followed him calmly.

It is still necessary to have a good relationship with this rugged gamekeeper.

Just by opening a big mouth that can't hide any secrets, you can know many unknown things in advance.

There are all kinds of strange magic materials in the cabin. If you get familiar with them, you will definitely save a lot of time.

After passing through the magic arranged by Dumbledore, the air around was filled with a dangerous atmosphere.

"Hagrid, don't you think something is following us?"

"No." Hagrid patted his head lightly, "It's probably the descendants of Aragog.

Don't worry, they will all give me face."

Bullshit!

Vincent seriously suspected that he deliberately led him to the nest.

This gamekeeper really can't hide his thoughts.

Just satisfy this curiosity in advance.

The super powerful in the suitcase is indeed something Hagrid has never seen before.

"Is this mithril?"

"Yes, the bullets are made of goblin copper."

He rubbed his big hands, his face full of envy.

Vincent unloaded the magazine with a capacity of 20 and took out a bullet.

The exquisite purple pattern stunned Hagrid.

He didn't know what a magic circuit was, but he instinctively felt that this bullet was very unusual.

"Don't tell me that you went there during this vacation-"

"Shhh--the teacher told me not to tell anyone."

The tight-lipped Hagrid swore on the spot that he couldn't pry out a single word even with the truth serum.

Vincent didn't believe even a single punctuation mark.

Nico was going to "die" during the summer vacation, and as the designated heir, his identity would definitely be exposed.

"I learned from the teacher for a month and made this thing."

Hagrid, who was about to drool, blinked his big eyes, "I've always wanted to change to a more handy weapon."

He raised the pink umbrella, "Do you know, there's actually a magic wand hidden inside."

"Wow, so magical~" The harmless Vincent began to ask questions.

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