This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Hermione's suggestion is to treat minor injuries that look serious but are actually much lighter. ‘6’ ‘9’ ‘s’ ‘h’ ‘u’ ‘x’ ‘.’ ‘c’ ‘o’ ‘m’

Daphne didn't make any suggestions, but just hoped that it would be as light as possible.

Even without the joking Rinyin as a comparison, Vincent could hear that they both cared about him.

“Don't worry, I'm very experienced in this.”

In a sense, he was a man who had died once before.

“Very experienced?” The worry on Hermione's face instantly turned into confusion.

She looked at Rinyin, trying to find some clues.

However, the other party, like her, didn't understand what this sentence meant.

“Is the reason why you can see the Thestrals related to these ‘experiences’?”

Vincent, who let the cat out of the bag, quickly pretended to be stupid, “Of course it is. A Furakan is so big, and there are two of them. You don't know how scared I was at that time.”

The logic makes sense, but she just feels that something is wrong.

Whenever he wants to hide something, he always deliberately acts very relaxed.

"Since you have a lot of 'experience', then hit as hard as you can."

The tone was obviously heavy, probably dismissed.

Vincent, who secretly breathed a sigh of relief, was actually a little panicked.

The more familiar you are, the more familiar you are with yourself.

Sooner or later, her smart little brain will guess something.

What will happen then, we will tell you when the time comes.

"Thank you very much for your advice." Vincent adjusted the angle of his feet and headed towards a steep slope.

Daphne shouted at his back: "Hermione is joking, don't do what she said!"

He turned his back to them and waved his right hand lightly, and jumped high without looking back.

James behind him hurriedly pressed the shutter to record this wonderful moment.

Vincent, who landed steadily on the snow, looked forward.

The barrier of Abe's house can be vaguely seen, and it will probably be there after two or three more speed increases.

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Cang Hao sat in the courtyard, with a few empty dishes on the table next to him.

Although the possibility is very low, it is always possible.

His concentrated waiting was not in vain, the figure that jumped high and then fell came as expected.

The speed was very fast, just like the sports car of the magicless.

"Don't even think about it!" Cang Hao drew out his wand and strode towards the barrier.

"Master, leave it to us." The guards quickly stopped him.

"No, this is my test, you just need to stop those people." He stopped in front of him and took a deep breath.

"Remember, you must not let them get hurt."

"Yes, Master!"

Cang Hao pushed the guards aside and went straight through the barrier.

The moment he appeared, Vincent, who was sliding at high speed, already understood what the Abe family was thinking.

The wishful thinking was quite loud, and they actually wanted him to be an obstacle to the growth of their youngest son.

Just like Dumbledore used Quirrell and Lockhart, the principals of these magic schools were all very shrewd.

"Squeak--" Vincent adjusted the direction of the skis and no longer followed the overlapping trajectory before.

The feeling of being used is particularly unpleasant, especially if you know it in advance.

He walked towards Cang Hao, and the distance was very close.

If he continued, the two would collide.

"Vincent, stop!"

He could vaguely hear the shout, but the whistling wind was too loud.

Wearing a white hunting coat, he blended into the snow.

Who would notice someone in front?

Cang Hao knew that he must have noticed.

The two's eyes collided in the air first.

Vincent was very calm, without the slightest panic.

"You!" Cang Hao held the wand tightly.

Using magic now does not violate the "Japanese Wizard Code".

But he was unwilling, very unwilling.

Fifty feet,

Thirty feet.

He never raised his wand even though the distance was within the blink of an eye.

No one was willing to give in.

Ten feet!

Vincent said he slowed down, without even frowning.

Five feet, it was already within reach.

Cang Hao's whole body tensed up, gritted his teeth and rolled sideways on the snow.

At the moment of close eye contact, he knew he had lost, and lost completely.

His father Yu Xuan had chosen the wrong opponent, a ruthless man with awareness.

"Crack--" The skis lifted up a large piece of snow horizontally.

Vincent spun twice in the snow and met Cang Hao's somewhat dull eyes.

Unfastened the binding on one side, lifted up the left foot that was still buckled on the skis, and stepped firmly on the barrier.

The pain was short-lived, but the frustration was lifelong.

"Cang Hao?" He put down his left foot, "I'm really sorry, I didn't scare you?"

His expression was flustered, without any flaws.

Cang Hao stood up from the snow and forced a smile, "Of course not, I thought you heard what I said."

"The wind was too loud, and I had to concentrate on skiing."

He even thought of a reason.

"So that's how it is." He lowered his head and looked at his clothes.

"I'm glad you're okay. Why don't you come in and sit down?"

Vincent didn't refuse his invitation. "Okay, but I have to wait for them to arrive."

"Then I'll go in and get ready first." Cang Hao's face became particularly unnatural after he passed by him.

Although there was a barrier between them, both of them knew how each other felt at the moment.

"Everyone, retreat."

When the guards left, the feeling of defeat finally reached its peak.

"How does it feel to fail?" Yu Xuan walked to his youngest son who was hanging his head.

"It felt like I was about to suffocate."

"Remember it, and then overcome it."

Cang Hao raised his head, and something seemed to be flickering in his confused eyes.

"Father, don't you blame me?"

"He may be the biggest obstacle in your life." Yu Xuan looked outside.

Vincent turned his back to them and waved to the three figures in the distance.

They slowed down and stopped in front of him.

"Hush--"

The four of them talked about other topics very tacitly.

Cang Hao loosened his clenched fist, "Father, I have figured it out."

Yu Xuan patted his shoulder lightly, "The Abe family has never prospered to the present by relying on past reputation.

You are the future heir, and you should consider how to bring glory to the family."

The feeling of defeat still exists, but it is deeply buried in the heart.

"Old Vin, I just took you into the photo!" After James's loud voice, Abe and his son walked into the house side by side.

Vincent outside shrugged helplessly, "Are you handsome? If you're not handsome, don't post it in the activity room."

"Awesome!" James gave a thumbs up, unloaded the film in the camera, and stored it in a special box.

"Be sure to put it in a frame and hang it at the door. When the new students see it in the future, they will probably line up to join our club!"

A perfect leap without any magic, simply relying on superb skills.

Others don't know, Astoria must be the first to join.

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