This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After coming out of the bathroom, Cedric was like a walking corpse.

He not only sold his soul to a Slytherin girl, but also to a ghost who was the least sociable.

Myrtle's condition was simple, just asking him to come and see her more often, and it would be best if he could have a good time...

"Puff - hahahaha -" Fred and George laughed and covered their stomachs.

Cedric's dull eyes swept over the two of them.

This was naked retaliation.

"Don't be like this." Vincent struggled to hold back his laughter, "He's already so miserable, don't add insult to injury."

"Hehehe -" Cedric laughed coldly.

Rolf was also very uncomfortable holding back his laughter, "Don't worry, I will definitely take what happened just now to the grave."

The cold eyes with a cold light swept over.

Although Hermione sympathized with him, it did not stop her from delivering a fatal blow.

"Ced, I heard Lavender and the others said - they said Myrtle seemed to have a habit of peeping, you'd better -"

She didn't have the heart to say the second half of the sentence.

But the first half alone was enough to drive Cedric crazy.

"Ahhhhh - I must take you with me even if I die!"

As soon as these words came out, the other five people all ran away.

"Stand still!" He burst out at an unprecedented speed.

Vincent, who was running in the front, looked back and was so scared that he cast a disillusionment spell on himself.

The same was true for Rolf, who was running second, and Hermione, who was running last.

Fred and George did not bring their invisibility cloaks.

So, they were in tragedy.

In the middle of the night, the whole castle was echoing with the curses of the three of them.

Vincent was very kind to take on the copy of Snape.

Rolf went to attract Filch, and Hermione was on standby with the Marauder's Map.

Before Cedric returned to normal, the castle was as "bustling" as daytime.

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Wednesday's Potions class.

Snape stood next to Vincent with a dark face throughout the whole class.

"Wayne, why didn't you take notes?"

"I remembered everything."

"Your enhancer has a strange smell, it's not up to standard."

"No, I often boil it and drink it, and my body has never had any problems so far."

Vincent turned off the fire and filled the potion in the crucible into five small bottles.

Such skilled operation made Snape even more upset.

When he heard the movement in the castle a few days ago, he immediately got up and left the small bench where he had been sitting all night.

At first, he thought it would be an old routine, but reality slapped him hard.

Vincent didn't stay nearby at all, but stood under the ceiling, on a small platform transformed by Transfiguration.

Snape was not stupid. After being disturbed by the benches in the auditorium several times, he immediately realized that he was not on the ground.

Just as the Apparition spell illuminated the ceiling, the door of the auditorium was welded shut from the outside.

Literally welded shut, much stronger than the wall.

Blow up the wall! Blow up the wall decisively!

He was trying to make a feint to the east and attack in the west, right? He stood guard in front of the door of his office.

No matter the blinding bright light or the screams like ghosts and wolves, they could not make him move a step.

When all the noise disappeared, he taunted the air with great confidence.

But the more he talked, the more he felt something was wrong, and he kept talking until dawn.

A master of potions was fooled by the same student twice?

"Wayne, I'm sure there's something wrong with your body." Snape sneered and bent down.

"Come to my office after class, I'll make you a special healing potion."

Vincent shook his head, "Thank you, I think I'm in great shape recently, so good that I can punch a big sandbag."

"This is just an illusion." Snape's pair of black eyes were particularly "sincere\

,""My potion can repair your overdrawn body, so that you will never feel tired again."

The effect is quite strong,

but whoever believes it will be unlucky.

"Professor, why don't we compare physical fitness first?"

"Huh--" Snape's face was dark, "There's only one chance."

"I know my physical condition very well."

He turned around angrily and strode to Harry.

"Potter! Is that poison you made? Make me another one!"

"Okay--Okay, professor."

"Stuttering, finish it before get out of class!"

Harry was very aggrieved.

After all, his eyes are like his mother's, how can he be so heartless?

"What are you still standing there for!"

"Ah-oh."

It was impossible to pass. Hermione perfectly reproduced the steps in the textbook, but she only got a barely passing evaluation.

The bell rang, and Harry was called to the office as expected.

Snape was still gloomy when he left, and he might continue to be like this for a long time.

Vincent was not afraid at all.

He had decided to boil a pot of Polyjuice Potion, and when he was in a good mood one day, he would turn into Harry and go to the office.

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On Monday, Lockhart was doing something new again.

He didn't know where he brought back a zombie, and it was alive and dancing.

Its skin was dark brown, its hairstyle was a classic ramen head, and its upper body was wearing a red jacket.

Not only were the students below not afraid, but some even laughed out loud.

"This zombie must be a fan of Michael." Vincent's evaluation was very pertinent.

In terms of shape, all the details are perfectly reproduced.

Lockhart opened the cage confidently, "Watch my movements, the brutal zombies are not scary."

His cherry wood wand drew a beautiful arc, and he chanted a fairly standard spell, "Tarantella Dance--"

The left hand that stretched out of the cage twitched a little.

Just when most students thought the spell failed and could laugh at him, a creaking sound like a shabby wooden door being opened suddenly came from the classroom.

The zombie's legs walked forward uncontrollably, and there was a crisp sound of footsteps that shouldn't have been there.

Lockhart's eyelids twitched wildly on the opposite side.

He was too familiar with this feeling.

Under the low thunder, there were several wolf-like howls.

Vincent, who was sitting in the first row, stopped pretending and directly raised his wand and waved it at the zombie.

It was very rhythmic and extremely addictive with the music.

Lockhart subconsciously stepped back, but the zombie in front of him, which was shaking, slid slowly over like he was on a treadmill.

"Spell stop--"

The light on the cherry wood wand was very weak, and it only stopped for less than half a second.

"It seems that my dance spell is too strong!" Lockhart took a deep look at Vincent.

The way he waved his wand and directed, even a fool could see what was going on.

Great! Three times in a row!

Lockhart is a professor after all, and his words still carry a lot of weight.

"Does everyone understand?"

"I understand~"

The students' slightly teasing tone made his handsome face twitch constantly.

If this continues, he will not have the face to stay in Hogwarts.

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