This Hogwarts isn't normal.

When Vincent found them, he saw Hermione with her back to him, kicking a senior male student in the crotch.

There were several lawns nearby that were obviously shorter, and the two school robes placed in the distance were tattered and wrinkled...

Beast!

His face was terribly gloomy.

If he hadn't invited them to come, if he had noticed something unusual earlier...

This is his responsibility, a responsibility that cannot be excused.

Hermione stopped, sensing something, and looked behind her at the same time as Daphne.

If it weren't for his gray-blonde hair and blue eyes, they would have thought it was Snape.

He opened his suitcase as he walked, and took out two dark coats from it.

"Vincent, actually he-"

"I know he will pay the price."

Hermione and Daphne looked at each other, and each tightened the coat on their shoulders.

Vincent squatted down to put the suitcase away, and grabbed Byron's hair with one hand.

In his other hand, he held the wand and hit the big face full of footprints.

"Ah——"

Byron opened his eyes, and before he could feel the pain all over his body, he was frightened by Vincent, who looked gloomy in front of him.

"Way-Wayne——"

"Tell me, who asked you to come?"

"I-I——"

Vincent put away his wand, pulled up his arm and twisted it half a circle.

After a crisp "click", the arm was dislocated.

"Ah——" Byron's face was swollen with pain and twisted into a ball.

"That's it? Think about how you treat them."

The arm twisted half a circle again in the direction just now, and he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Although the scene was particularly cruel, the two little girls felt warm in their hearts.

"I am particularly impatient now." Vincent said in a low voice, holding up his other intact arm, "Tell me what I want to know."

Byron grimaced in pain, "It's Parkinson's!"

Daphne's face turned pale, and she felt an inexplicable chill.

Although she had known it for a long time, she still couldn't accept this reality.

"Crack!"

"Ouch--" The lumps on his face squirmed like worms, "I've told you!"

"Did I say I'd let you go?" Vincent slowed down his twisting, "Tell me who agreed."

The dislocated arm hurt more and more, and Byron's cold sweat had soaked the shirt under his school robe.

"Malfoy! Zabini! Flint!

Merlin is my witness, I'm telling the truth!"

Vincent increased his strength expressionlessly, causing his pain to reach its peak in an instant.

"Ouch--"

"Next is a personal grudge."

Byron's head hit the lawn, and he struggled to open his eyes full of despair.

His legs were grabbed and he turned over.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Vincent stepped on his back, "Everyone has to pay for their mistakes.

You can't escape, and neither can I.

Not to mention Daphne, even Hermione didn't expect things to turn out like this.

If the legs are disabled, the nature is not ordinary revenge.

Serious violence in the school will become a handle even with a deep background.

I would rather put on shackles to teach Byron an unforgettable lesson. Anyone would be moved.

It has a great effect, but it is not necessary.

Hermione and Daphne hurried forward and hugged Vincent's left and right arms, which were about to exert force.

"That's enough, Wayne."

"Let him go."

Vincent lowered his head and didn't dare to look at them. "I know what I'm doing. The worst thing is to lose the identity of the Wizengamot Youth Representative."

After a calm analysis, it was not an impulse.

"I don't care about that, I really don't care."

They both hugged his arms tightly.

"Letting go of such wizard scum will only lead to more victims. "

They all knew that this was to make up for it.

Excellent people never allow themselves to make mistakes.

"Did you misunderstand something?" Hermione stood on tiptoe and tried to see the expression on his face.

Byron explained in horror as if he had seen a life-saving straw, "I swear! I just used some evil spells, and I didn't even touch it-"

"Shut up!" Vincent became gloomy again after a moment of joy, "Do you think I did something wrong?"

Byron shook his head.

Vincent loosened his hands and tried to maintain the expression on his face.

If you think from an adult's perspective, it is indeed easy to have such misunderstandings.

Hermione and Daphne also loosened their hands and held their slightly hot little faces at the same time.

"Is it okay to roll to the school hospital by yourself?"

Byron nodded pitifully.

"Are you dumb? Answer me. "

"No problem, I will definitely roll!"

Didn't I just tell him to shut up? He didn't do anything wrong.

"Get out now."

"Yes! "

The entrance to the Forbidden Forest is quite far from the castle, and the key is how to roll up to the second floor.

Vincent almost couldn't hold back when he saw Byron really rolling on the lawn.

He picked up the suitcase and pulled out his wand without embarrassment.

"Healed as before--"

The cuts on Hermione and Daphne's faces disappeared little by little, as did the arms wrapped in bandages.

He walked towards the other two students who had fainted.

"Don't pretend, I know you're awake."

Their closed eyelids began to tremble wildly.

"Tell me what you did."

"We didn't do anything!" The two sat up and rushed to explain,

"I fainted halfway through the spell."

"I didn't even shout."

Vincent turned around and waved his hand impatiently after getting their confirmation,

"Go back, understand?"

"Understood!"

The three attackers came in a well-hidden manner, but they were particularly conspicuous when they left.

Daphne came in front of him, "Thank you, Wayne."

"This is my responsibility." Vincent frowned and looked at a tall figure behind the giant tree on the left, "I should have thought earlier that the Black Swan gang would have bad intentions."

Hermione came over with two school robes, "Let's go back to class first, or we'll be late."

"History of Magic?"

"Yeah."

It should be in less than half an hour.

The three walked side by side towards the castle.

The atmosphere was indescribably awkward.

They all cared about the misunderstanding just now.

Especially Vincent.

"Greengrass, what's your next class?"

"Herb class, at 3pm."

Hermione subconsciously stopped, "Don't go over there, you haven't taken a History of Magic class this semester."

She seemed to be worried about whether something more serious would happen.

"I'm calm now, don't worry."

"Then I'll go with you."

Daphne knew that Vincent was going to the activity room of the Black Swan Club.

The four people Byron just mentioned must all be taught a lesson.

Private matters should be resolved privately.

Not to mention some "rules" that are tacitly accepted on campus, they who claim to be "orthodox" pure blood will not tell the professor at all.

A glamorous appearance is important, and it is also important to uphold the family honor for hundreds of years.

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