This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Daphne's "forsaking darkness and turning to light" naturally received enthusiastic affirmation from the little lions.

The eldest lady is of noble birth, and her appearance is particularly outstanding.

Black Swan What else is there now?

Poodle-like Pansy?

Yaksha-like Millicent?

Check out the Court of Owls:

the dignified and generous senior Penello;

The Autumn of Hogwarts' First House Flower;

The latest addition is Daphne;

Ginny and Luna are as cute as rag dolls.

If Draco put on women's clothes and didn't talk, he could probably fight them.

But the Court of Owls still has its president...

"Old James, you'd better shut up." Alfred's eyes were full of sympathy.

James belatedly turned his face to the side and saw Vincent with a smile on his face.

"No, Lao Wen, I'm just making a metaphor!"

"You seem to be a little lazy lately."

He knew he was finished.

Goodbye, Sister Hitomi in the next life——

Goodbye, little sister Serenity——

After Vincent took away the comic book, James became even more depressed than Harry and Ron.

The thought of exercising again made him lose his current appetite for delicious food.

"Aren't you going to eat it?" Neville held a large piece of grilled lamb chop in his hand and waved it in front of his eyes several times.

"Eat! Eat big!"

It's not okay to be aboveboard, but it's okay to be sneaky, right?

Vincent came to Hermione holding a comic book, "Register it, these things will be contraband in the club from now on.

She curiously opened it from the middle, took one look at it, and quickly closed it with a blush.

“This stuff needs to be cleared off campus!”

Daphne glanced at the cover curiously.

It was an Oriental woman with a round head and a blue cheongsam.

I don’t know why, but the black stockings on her legs were in tatters.

Hermione's little hands seemed to cover the key parts.

Daphne, who was also blushing, instantly knew why it was classified as contraband.

She quietly glanced at Vincent and found that he was terrifyingly calm.

Girls are like this, could he be...

"Don't make blind guesses, my orientation is normal."

Daphne was frightened and at a loss, "You-how did you know what I was thinking?"

Vincent twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a stiff smile, "Didn't you pretend to be the same before? Why are you writing all your worries on your face now?"

Hermione looked over in confusion and found that she was panicked and a little confused.

Little boys go through puberty, and so do little girls.

Lavender and the others would often stare at the ring with lustful eyes, saying something they really wanted to touch.

"You shouldn't be..."

"No!" Daphne denied anxiously: "I just feel weird."

Vincent tried hard to maintain a stiff smile on his face, "It's strange to have such an idea. We are only 12-year-old children."

"Uh-" She and Hermione looked at each other, "Actually, many students are in love, and a large proportion get married immediately after graduation.

His eyes glanced at Percy and Penelope, who were doing their own thing.

The Western world is quite open, especially the beaches in France and the bathhouses in Germany.

So here comes the question, nearly more than a century ago...

"I don't have this idea now." He quickly threw the more terrifying thought out of his mind.

Hermione and Daphne looked at each other again.

I don’t know how long this calmness and self-discipline can last.

Seeing the disbelief on their faces, Vincent had no intention of proving anything.

His mind is now filled with plans for the future.

Daphne's matter is not over yet and she needs to go to the Greengrass house as soon as possible;

The new version of Gwent will be released at the end of the month, and you will have to take a day and a half off then;

The deal with the Magic Congress must be completed as soon as possible, and the Apparition must be learned from Sam.

You can take your time with the rest, but the sooner the Horcrux is found, the better.

The more distant future still needs to be planned, and he doesn't want to die before leaving the battlefield.

"Who do you want to plot against?" Hermione was very familiar with this look.

Whenever the next victim appears, Vincent's blue eyes will become extremely serious.

"Hmm - let me think about it." He clapped his fingers, "Professor Snape, an Auror of the Magical Congress, Tom without a nose..."

He suddenly moved closer to Daphne, "And your sister."

Hermione quickly pushed him away, "Please don't use such weird words that can easily be misunderstood."

"You ask questions and I answer." Vincent stood firmly, "Maybe I should remain silent like before."

"Or change the subject?" She held Daphne's little hand, "You have seen it, in fact, he hides many secrets in his heart.

Don't trust him without reservation, otherwise you may not be discovered in time if you are tricked. "

"I'll be vigilant."

Daphne's guarded little eyes made Vincent puzzled.

It seems that since Lockhart's dueling club, their relationship has become much closer.

If it was because of the development of the Court of Owls, there should be no need to take the initiative to build a good relationship.

So we can really talk?

Different experiences, same feelings?

He rubbed his eyes, always feeling that it was not as simple as it seemed.

"I'm going to eat something first, you can do whatever you want."

If you can't figure it out, just don't think about it, as long as it's not plotting against yourself.

Vincent walked to a round table filled with various delicacies.

Whenever someone takes away a copy, a new one will be replenished in time.

Maybe it's a reward, Dobby always appears in some more detailed places.

The beef stew tastes very authentic and should have been made by Justin.

The mashed potatoes tasted a bit salty and could only be attributed to the heavy flavor of Cedric.

"The busy man has finally provided psychological counseling to our new members?"

Vincent looked back and saw Fred and George holding a bunch of fireworks in their hands.

"These don't seem to be magical fireworks that explode out of nowhere, right?"

"It's our new invention~" George handed him a small handful, "Although it hasn't been tested yet, we have already thought of a name."

The shape is long and looks like a Muggle hand-held firework.

"What's the name?"

"Weasley, swish, swish, bang, fireworks~" Fred smiled evilly and gave him a handful more, "Just a little magic, it will transform into all kinds of magical fireworks, and you can't stop it at all." Plant~"

Obviously, this is instigation.

Vincent was quite curious though.

"What if it's a magic spell with an explosive effect?"

"We haven't tried it yet~" The twins looked forward to it as if they were discovering a new world.

According to the original design, the changes in Weasley's whooshing fireworks were random, and even the producers didn't know what would happen.

"Remember to include the test fee." Vincent took out his wand, thought about it and put it back.

He can now cast Grindelwald's improved blasting spell at any time, and its power is not much different from that of an adult.

I haven't tried silent spells or wandless spells yet, but at most they will just blow something up like the previous failed spells.

After reciting a sentence silently in his heart, the entire blasting spell was shot into the fireworks.

With a "swish" sound, the fireworks left Vincent's hand and flew to the ceiling with the school badge.

"Bang——" The small sparks that exploded seemed to be pulled, and they all automatically arranged together.

But before the specific outline was formed, the small sparks exploded violently again, making continuous "swish, bang, bang" sounds.

The students raised their heads and saw countless tiny sparks trailing flames flying around.

The destructive power is almost negligible, but the number is a bit too much.

"This is also contraband." Hermione pulled Daphne to stand up, "But it will only start tomorrow."

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