This Hogwarts isn't normal.

James' end was tragic.

He was pulled by Vincent and ran around the principal.

"On your left."

Five minutes later, Vincent passed him again.

"On your left."

Once, twice, three times.

James blushed and chased forward with all his strength.

After about ten seconds, he stopped panting.

He held his knees and gasped for air, and suddenly turned around as if he realized something.

Five minutes passed,

Sure enough, it came.

"No, no, no, don't say—"

"On your left."

"Merlin's big pants!" James ran a few steps and lay flat on the grass at his feet.

Before I was out of breath, I came back from another lap.

"Ah - stop talking about it, Lao Wen, aren't you trying to kill me!"

"On your left."

"I know it's wrong——"

James stood up and jogged after him.

There were about ten people standing next to the castle gate.

Alfred looked gloating,

Next to him, Neville was suppressing a smile.

Harry and Ron, who were close to the pillar, both felt the same way about James' experience.

Fred and George at the front pouted,

It seems that there is nothing to be afraid of.

Rove looked at Cedric carefully, occasionally shaking his head with great regret.

Half of Hermione's body was inside the castle, but she still didn't dare to raise her little head.

Wood was all smiles, as if he had discovered a new training method.

Percy was taking notes carefully, probably trying to recreate it on someone.

At the end, Qiu and Marietta were quietly discussing something, and the content should be about improving physical fitness.

Vincent is kind.

At least after lunch, James didn't continue to be tortured.

Of course, a professor who was grading homework knew about such active "exercise".

Based on his observations from the beginning to the present, he felt that today's young wizards all have rich theoretical knowledge but basically zero practical experience.

If this continues, the future of the magic world will still depend on them.

After marking a blank roll of parchment with an "o", he put on his cloak and walked quickly to the principal's office.

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on Monday.

After sleeping for 12 hours, James felt full of strength when he woke up.

He thinks that he is omnipotent now and can defeat anyone who comes.

Until Vincent opens his eyes...

"Hey, Lao Wen!" He showed off the muscles of his upper body while shirtless, "How are you doing? Are you almost as good as you?"

"Yeah." Vincent yawned and took out his school robe from the closet, "How about this?

Let's continue after class. "

"OK!"

The reality is cruel.

After herbology and transfiguration lessons,

James just wanted to wake himself up in the morning.

His speed is indeed fast,

But the same goes for Vincent.

A lap of more than 3 minutes seems to be far from the limit.

"Ahhhhh-" James was lying on the grass rolling around, "I don't want to exercise! I want to read comics!"

"I didn't say I wouldn't let you see it."

"Then let me see."

"Look, look."

Vincent wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I'll go back and take a shower. See you in class later."

"Go ahead, go ahead."

"Are you going to teach like this?"

"Is there a problem?" James didn't take his eyes away from the comic book. "At worst, I can do like Malfoy and spray some perfume."

Vincent shook his head and walked into the castle disappointed.

If this continues, I am afraid that the title of Hogwarts's Great Master will be firmly established.

A professor who happened to be passing by saw all this.

Are some students about to become useless?

I can't bear it!

Since we want to enrich students' practical experience, we need to find a heavyweight opponent.

Dumbledore is ridiculously strong, and most likely he won't be able to shout.

A worthy opponent, an opponent whose strength matched his.

Duel champion Flitwick?

No, it will be considered as bullying based on height.

Magus, the master of transfiguration?

As a proper gentleman, he never harmed women and children.

Kettleburn, the magical beasts expert?

That's right, only in this way can an opponent who has seniority, qualifications, and ability be in line with his identity and status.

It's a pity that he is old,

I will retire after this school year.

So……

He was quite troubled inside.

Gamekeeper Hagrid?

no,

Winning will make the other party lose face.

The huge Hogwarts Castle,

No one can be his opponent?

Disappointed, disappointed.

"Get out of the way."

Potions Master Snape!

It is said that this person is the youngest dean in history.

Moreover, their height and body shape are very similar, and their temperaments are completely different.

It’s you!

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…

After Vincent took a shower, he walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and placed his mithril suitcase on the table as usual.

It was time for class, but Lockhart didn't even show up.

"I declare -" Draco pulled his throat, his tone was strange, "This is a self-study class for the shabby defense class!"

"Awesome!" Crabbe and Gol echoed in unison.

Vincent didn't even look there during the whole class, focusing on refining the iron-copper alloy in the three furnaces.

When the bell rang, he stretched and closed his suitcase.

Today is another peaceful day.

Draco had been arguing with Harry and Ron for the entire class, until his throat was burning.

"Scarhead, the Tattered Defense Technique is the Tattered Defense Technique. All our spells are more powerful than this!"

"Then why are you still at Hogwarts?"

"Red Skunk!"

"Go home and tell your dad."

Seeing that they were about to fight, Vincent very skillfully inserted himself between the two of them.

"Please give way."

"Why—" Draco was held up by the collar and placed aside.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

I couldn't beat him again and again, I couldn't scold him again and again, and it was useless to tell my father.

He was extremely wronged.

Wait, the door is not over here!

"Please give way."

Vincent grabbed his collar again, carried him to the side and put him down.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Humiliation, anger, unwillingness and other emotions eroded Draco's brain.

"Wayne! Stop!"

"I'm in a hurry, come here." Vincent walked out of the classroom without looking back.

This is a psychological suggestion and a "seed" for Slytherin House.

Draco, who suppressed his blush and chased away, was destined to be unlucky.

If it is repeated enough, it will take root and sprout.

When Daphne walked out of the classroom, Vincent had already gone back.

"Wayne—" Draco leaned against the corridor wall, gritting his teeth and holding his stomach.

Her big eyes scanned the students leaving.

They seemed to be used to it and seemed to think it was a normal thing.

"Pansy, why do you hate Wayne?"

"Do you still need to say it?"

The true face of pure-blood supremacy is to maintain its own status by suppressing others.

"Why should we be afraid?"

"Because-" Pansy was speechless.

The so-called pride of pure blood has long been shattered unconsciously.

She clenched her fists tightly and looked at Daphne who was like a stranger.

"We've been friends since childhood, and Wayne is just a stinky Mudblood!"

"But he is like this, and all of us combined are no match."

Pansy was silent for a long time.

"Wayne said Astoria's name last time, was it because of her?"

"Not all." Daphne's eyes were extremely serious, "Do you really think Muggles can steal wizards' magic?

Wayne and Granger are actually the descendants of the Squibs who were expelled from the wizarding world in the past. "

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