This Hogwarts isn't normal.

There are still ten days left before the start of the school term.

The top students have finished their homework early, and even reviewed the content for the next semester.

As a god of learning in the eyes of students and an excellent student in the hearts of professors, Vincent has forgotten the existence of homework just like the poor students.

August 30.

"Shit! I actually forgot to do my homework!"

There were bursts of wailing from Building 139 Oxford Street.

During this period, he was busy practicing silent spells and wandless spells, and he didn't even open the second-year textbook.

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There are three characteristics of homework at Hogwarts: a lot, a lot, and a lot.

The most favorite homework for professors is to write papers.

McGonagall and Flitwick are okay, they only ask to write some experience of Transfiguration and spells.

Professor Binns is amazing, he directly asks to write a three-foot-long paper on "Medieval European Wizard Conference".

Converted into the unit he was familiar with in his previous life, it is nearly one meter long.

Write bigger, one word one meter?

The reputation is burdened...

If Professor Binns is a devil, then Snape is a "kind" devil.

It's only a dozen inches, and it's 70% off.

But he is not only the professor of Potions, but also the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Vincent dipped the quill pen into the ink and wrote a big magic rune on the parchment.

As long as you dare not give an "o", he dares to invade the office with his friends at night!

Such a naked threat, Snape must be very scared. ơɱ

After finishing the paper on the history of magic, the last day of the holiday has passed.

However, in the vast British Isles, there are countless poor students who are still writing furiously.

The most painful ones are Harry and Ron in the Burrow.

Their hands are numb from writing, and they haven't even finished one-third of the amount.

Fred and George each wrote one subject, and gave it to the other to copy after they finished.

After all, they are twins, so it's not surprising that the content is consistent.

"I hate the History of Magic class!"

"And the Potions class!"

"Bins! Snape!"

Under the scolding of countless students all night, the old man of the sun rose quietly.

9 o'clock.

The Wayne family was having breakfast.

Vincent was in good spirits and even ate two more pieces of toast.

"Coo!"

Yes, he ate the portion of Coo.

"Stingy."

"Coo!"

After a breakfast full of "laughter and joy", they all got into the silver antique car that had been remodeled internally.

The added back seat space was not too large, at least much more spacious than before.

"You keep the AW." Eric, who was driving, reminded Vincent, "There is nothing missing at home, remember to write back if you need anything."

"Lockhart is a bit annoying, but he doesn't look like a bad person.

"You can't tell from a person's appearance how crazy he will be for fame. "

Vincent stopped rubbing Gugu's hands vigorously, "Is this the true face of the curse?"

What can we do to be 100% sure that the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts will not be able to work next year?

Someone who is invited back has problems?

Someone who is invited back has problems?

No matter what kind of curse it is, you have to know the conditions to break it.

When he arrived at King's Cross Station, he felt that according to Voldemort's character of dying to the extreme, he might be able to come up with more tricky conditions.

He didn't think he could solve this problem that had troubled Dumbledore for decades.

The area between Platforms 9 and 10 was already full of people.

Harry and Ron both had big dark circles under their eyes;

Fred and George were chatting mysteriously with Li;

Cedric stood in the corner with his parents in a very low-key manner;

Hermione and Rolf chose a more low-key position.

When the Wayne family came, they were face to face with the Malfoy family.

Lucius was still as noble and elegant as ever.

They walked away quickly as if the opposite side did not exist.

"Are you scared? "

"Obviously not."

Eric smacked his lips, "That's right, after all, bad guys know how to judge the situation."

"They still think we are bad guys." Vincent held a suitcase in his left hand and a heavy Gugu in his right hand.

"If you dare to come and fight, I won't separate school uniforms this time."

Evelyn sighed helplessly, "Remember to keep a sense of propriety and don't force them to come to your house to seek justice."

"Those gentlemen still have some dignity." He raised Gugu and waved to his parents, "I won't bring trouble back home."

It was still the same train, and the same compartment.

Not long after they sat down, the twins smiled and opened the door.

"We just made a big deal with Li."

Vincent took out a bag of dried fish, "Professor McGonagall will kill him."

"Who cares if he dies or not. "

George's big eyes glowed like gold galleons.

"As long as he dares to contract this year's Quidditch game GG, we can make a lot of money from the Gwent tournament."

When it comes to this, Vincent thinks of Rita.

After the students' unconscious promotion during the holidays, the adults in the magic world have become interested in Gwent.

The little beetle wanted an interview a few days ago, but unfortunately he was not free at that time.

The reason why she had this idea was because a mysterious force had recently appeared and bought several shops with excellent locations in Diagon Alley.

The most important thing is the recruitment notice they posted.

Mass enrollment of students with certificates in Transfiguration?

Vincent can now determine that there is something strange about this mysterious force.

And there is a high possibility that it will be directed at him and Gwent.

"I'm afraid it's not the Black Chicken Club!" Fred put his hands on his hips angrily.

"Their family was sucked by Fudge, and we happen to only sell Gwent on campus."

"Tsk, tsk—a despicable imitation." George, who was sitting across from him, held his chin. "I knew they were shameless, but I didn't expect them to be so shameless."

Vincent, who didn't bother Gugu, gave up, "Gwent seems simple, but it's not easy to balance the strength of each card."

It would be impossible to make a similar one from scratch within half a year.

The first thing he decided to do when he returned to the castle was to send Gugu across the entire Atlantic Ocean to call Victor from an island country in the Pacific to open a shop.

Those pure-blood gentlemen can only stare blankly at that time, wasting their shop and early research and development funds in vain.

"Are you using this method again?" As soon as Hermione came in, she saw Vincent changing into cookies to tease Gugu.

"It learned smart."

"The average owls in the magical world have very high IQs."

She paused, then added, "At least taller than the two stupid guys next to Malfoy."

"Did they offend you?" Vincent stood up and moved his arms.

"I'm not someone to be bullied!" Hermione raised her little fist, "They were just making fun of Ginny, and they ran away as soon as they saw me."

"Go, fuck him!" Fred and George got out of the cubicle.

"Hey, don't—"

Vincent rolled his eyes at Hermione, "I seriously suspect that you are instigating us, but I have no evidence."

Hermione ignored him and stared back with a pair of bigger, rounder white eyes.

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