This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Byron and his team rolled back very quickly, taking less than 15 minutes in total. ♦♦  ♦♦

When the three rolled into the castle, several students in the hall were quite puzzled.

What happened to the sixth-year Slytherin student?

Was he punished by Snape?

"How to get up?"

"I don't know."

"He can't see anyway, why not..."

The three dizzy people looked at each other, and slowly stood up after resting for a few minutes.

Byron was helped to the second floor, and the bones of his two arms were reconnected under Madam Pomfrey's extremely ugly face.

"Drink it, don't lift heavy things recently."

Her potion was also extremely unpalatable.

Forbidden Forest exploration, right? Accidentally fell from the top of the tree, right? How can it not be a profound lesson?

After a simple bandage, the three walked out of the school hospital in disgrace.

"What should we do? They won't let us go."

"Return the gold Galleons doubled." Byron's tone was quite firm.

"No matter how much they give me in the future, I will never touch anyone from the Court of Owls."

"Me too, Wayne is too scary."

"That look clearly wants to kill someone. If it was outside the school, I'm sure you would have gone to see old man Merlin."

Byron shrank his neck back, "When I talk about this, my arms start to ache again."

"Madam Pomfrey is not - I can understand it. After all, even our president doesn't dare to provoke him.

"Wayne!"

The two students quickly lay down in the stairwell.

"Wayne, how -" Byron also lay down.

Vincent twitched his mouth.

He was just passing by and didn't plan to do anything to them.

"Stand up and go back and tell them I'm here."

"Yes!" x3

Before the three of them could breathe a sigh of relief, they all ran upstairs in big strides.

"Are you sure you want to go together? "

Hermione and Daphne's eyes were full of determination.

"It may be a little rough." Vincent took off his school robe and handed it and the suitcase to the two of them respectively,

"If you have no objection."

"Can I--" Daphne hugged his school robe tightly, hesitated for a moment and shook her head gently,

"Pansy hurt Hermione, she is no longer my friend."

"I won't do anything to little girls." Vincent stepped onto the last step, "This time is an exception."

Her slightly indifferent expression did not change, it seems that she really didn't have any illusions about Pansy.

Hermione raised the suitcase, "Do you really not need the things inside?"

"No." Vincent tapped his right hand with his wand, "All protection--"

He stopped at the door of the Black Swan Activity Room, his eyes passed over a dozen Slytherin students, and fixed on the four people at the back.

"Wayne, aren't you afraid of making a big deal?" Draco quietly approached the round table, "They have been beaten up by you, isn't it enough?"

"Of course not enough. Vincent pushed aside the two students who were blocking him.

"Do you think it's safe to hide behind the scenes while commanding others from a high position?"

"No matter how powerful you are, you are just one person!" Blaise grabbed the money bag on the table, "I don't believe you can't fall down!"

He threw it up with force, scattering dazzling gold galleons all over the sky.

"Is this what you can do?" Vincent seemed not to see the other two students who were blocking him.

He pushed them aside with a little force,

"You don't even have the courage to face me?"

A sharp look pierced Blaise's eyes.

He moved closer to the round table uncontrollably, as if he thought that the bottom was the safest place.

"Coward." Vincent retracted his gaze and scanned the Slytherin students who were consciously separating to the left and right one by one.

Even Crabbe and Goyle were no exception.

Although Slytherin puts interests first, many of them are aware of the situation.

Daphne's matter is just a beginning, and today is a small climax.

Which club will stand at the top, which student will dominate Hogwarts, it seems that the answer will be found soon.

Vincent glared at James who was gathered outside.

He is not Serizawa Tamao or Hayashida Kei, and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is not Suzuran Boys' High School.

"Disarm you!" Pansy took advantage of this gap to draw out her wand.

If sneak attacks work, Black Swan would have succeeded long ago.

The right hand that cast the variant armor spell bounced the disarming spell to the ceiling.

A large amount of high-grade black velvet fell down.

"My target is not you." Vincent walked over slowly.

Byron, whose hands were aching slightly, looked at the two people just now.

After confirming the eye contact, it was time to get out.

They didn't pay any attention to the four pairs of angry eyes behind them, and squeezed around Vincent and squeezed out.

"You——" Draco's face turned red, "Let's go, I hope you don't regret your decision today!"

Not to mention that there are a large group of Owl Court outside, the pressure here alone is almost suffocating them.

"Damn traitor!" Pansy just raised her wand and was hit by a weakened Stunning Spell.

She clenched the wand in her hand and looked at Daphne at the same time.

Those were a pair of eyes that struggled only slightly, and were soon replaced by sympathy and indifference.

The broken friendship between them could no longer be repaired.

"Don't think about her." Vincent knocked the wand in Pansy's hand away, "Your opponent has always been me."

He walked straight past Draco and Blaise and stopped in front of Marcus.

"Wayne, don't think I'm the same person I was last year!"

Grown taller and stronger.

Vincent is the same.

Marcus held his wand in the air and squeezed it hard in his palm.

"Larch wood, medium hardness."

Many people understood.

No matter how fast you chant, it's not faster than bending it hard.

"You win, Wayne." Marcus loosened his right hand that was tightly holding the wand, "But this doesn't mean it's over!"

When he was about to do something, his right cheek was slapped hard.

Vincent raised his wand and pointed it at Blaise who quietly put his hand into his school robe.

"Very tough, very handy."

Marcus watched his wand swinging in his hand, and felt the red mark on his face that had just been slapped became even hotter.

There was no disarming spell, no robbery, he gave up on his own initiative.

"Wayne--"

"Lie down."

The tip of the larch wand exploded into a large cloud of air.

The spell failed due to the mismatch, and he fell to the ground, pressing on several gold galleons.

Draco and Blaise's wands, which were drawn almost at the same time, were knocked away one after another.

"Let's do something traditional." Vincent put away his wand and threw Marcus's behind him.

He stretched out his arms and tilted his head left and right.

After losing their wands, ordinary wizards are only slightly better than Muggles in physical fitness.

If they can't cast spells without a wand and face trained people...

Marcus was stepped on the stomach and couldn't get up, and Draco and Blaise's foreheads collided with each other.

Pansy hurriedly curled up under the round table.

She was very ungraceful and uneasy like them.

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