This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The Court of Owls event room was filled with joy inside and out.

Perhaps due to the blasting spell, only Vincent could explode the fireworks for a full 10 minutes.

"Don't be anxious, everyone has a share~"

In order to conduct a test, Fred and George had to distribute all the fireworks, even at the risk of being chased by Percy all night.

I don’t know whose spell it was, but a huge fire dragon exploded out of it.

Luna, who has a dark face, has particularly bright eyes.

Next to her, Ginny looked equally disgraced.

If I guessed correctly, they should have put it there.

Vincent was dumbfounded.

The fire dragon, which only appeared for less than a second, was flying around the size of a palm.

Fortunately, there was no impact or ignition. Otherwise, everyone at the party tonight would have to write a letter of apology.

"The food is still edible." George took another bite of the dark mutton chop, "It just looks terrible, and the taste has not changed at all."

"Let's continue~" Fred picked up a firework, "According to our assumptions, it actually can't stop."

"Fred! George!" Percy threw away his school robe, rolled up his sleeves and rushed over.

"President, remember to help collect the test results~"

"Let's go slowly without seeing you off." Vincent waved to the two of them, and then gave Percy a cheering gesture.

The mandrake is not fully mature yet, and Filch and Mrs. Norris have not yet lifted their petrification. ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ

Now that Snape wasn't watching, the chase between the brothers might really last until dawn.

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Compared to the liveliness of the Court of Owls, the Black Swan was as quiet as death.

After Draco learned about Daphne, he was not as angry as Blaise and Pansy.

The first motto of the Malfoy family: Born to be noble, interests come first.

Betrayal just because the benefits are not enough.

Lost his position as school director and donated a lot of galleons and supplies to Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic.

Daphne's incident is a beginning and a very dangerous signal.

His eyes glanced over to Blaise and Pansy, who still looked indignant.

Family motto No. 2: Friends are the only ones, the rest are all partners with interests.

He knew Marcus was feigning anger.

When the interests of the Owl Court are greater than those of Black Swans, more and more "traitors" will leave.

Family motto three: People who need our explanations never deserve our explanations.

If you leave, leave. When Wizards sweeps the entire market and defeats Gwent, they will definitely come back.

But it’s impossible to get the relationship back to what it used to be.

The last family motto: Take control of your own destiny.

"If you don't stand still, I will write a letter to mom tonight!"

The commotion outside interrupted Draco's thoughts.

"These nasty bastards!" Pansy grinned, "Draco, we need to show them some color.

"Agree!" Blaise smiled ferociously and took out a money bag filled with gold galleons.

"Didn't she share a dormitory with you? I think her new roommate would be very happy to help."

"Wait a minute -" Pansy couldn't bear it, "Although she betrayed us, it's all Wayne's fault."

Draco thought for a moment and then nodded, "If something happens to her, it will only make our club's image worse."

"Let her go?" Blaise threw the money bag on the table, "Okay, but I can't pretend that nothing happened."

"Marcus, what's your opinion?"

"Wayne is having a hard time, choose something easier."

Pansy blurted out, "Granger! She makes me sick."

"Okay." Draco looked behind him.

Crabbe and Goyle stepped aside, and several senior Slytherin students stepped forward.

Pansy threw the money bag to the person at the front, "Let her remember her identity. No matter how brightly she dresses, she is destined to be that dirty little mudblood."

Draco trembled subconsciously.

If you were kicked out because of this banned word...

"Pansy, Professor Snape is a professor after all, you'd better be more restrained in your words."

Whether it is or not, it is right to be cautious.

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Potions class.

Since last night's welcome party, Daphne could clearly feel the alienation from the snakes.

There is anger, there is sympathy.

She was also keenly aware that a small number of students were paying attention to her, probably waiting to see if an accident would happen.

From this point of view, she had to admire the judgment of the two people.

There are aliens everywhere, and there are people who are different everywhere.

Last year, Hermione was the outlier in Gryffindor.

The answer she gave Daphne was to change herself.

Another unusual person gave the answer by changing the environment.

When one performs well enough and is so good that everyone thinks it is correct, the derogatory meaning will turn into a positive one.

Daphne has changed herself and is now trying to change her environment.

Snape waved his hand and distributed the large stack of parchment on the podium automatically.

Her essay grade was an "E" and Hermione across the aisle was an "O".

Vincent, on the other side of the first row, put away the parchment confidently.

He already knew that his grades would be anything other than a big "o".

Daphne was very envious of this performance.

"Open the textbook to page 15." Snape glanced at Harry unconsciously.

According to the usual practice, it was time to pull him up and criticize him.

But Snape did not do so today. He just spoke without emotion about the terrible consequences of failing to make the swelling potion.

"If anyone still fails, I will give him a standard 't' for the final grade."

He did not stand in front of Harry, but walked behind Seamus in the second row.

"I think there should be no students with bad memory here?"

Seamus shook his head hurriedly.

"Those who cannot finish before the end of class--" Snape paused, "Until they are completed, all must stay here."

Vincent picked his ears, and when he saw Neville next to him sighed with relief, he dared to make sure that he had not heard wrong.

The old bat was either under Dumbledore's Imperius Curse, or he was taking care of Harry's mood.

This intentional or unintentional sneak glance seemed a bit like he didn't dare to get close...

Let's leave him a bed on Saturday.

Vincent poured the potion into the crucible without any guilt.

Neville had long forgotten the terrible consequences of failure.

But he followed the instructions as usual, so the possibility of error was still very low.

James and Alfred were very stable, but Seamus behind them was particularly panicked.

Not only did he put too much in, but he also took too much time.

When the potion turned bright red and a lot of small bubbles emerged, Snape behind him threw the entire crucible out of the corridor.

"Finnigan, don't think about going back tonight unless you clean the outside thoroughly."

Vincent picked his ears again, and after confirming that there was no deduction, his expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

The love-hate entanglement between Snape and Harry can give me goose bumps just thinking about it.

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