This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent, who had a good dream, opened his eyes and saw Gugu standing beside the pillow with a letter in his mouth.

It seemed to be frightened, and its raised claws paused in mid-air.

"Do you want to scratch my face?"

Gugu tilted his head, pretending not to understand this sentence.

Vincent held it and grabbed it.

After tossing it for a while, he opened the letter.

It was written by Restman from Germany, saying that Yamamoto had arrived safely in Austria.

After writing the reply, Gugu also smoothed his hair.

"Remember - forget it, you can't show up now."

Holding the letter, Gugu flapped his wings and flew out of the window with his head held high.

Now it is no longer the most honorable owl in Hogwarts.

Commanding tens of thousands of owls in the British Isles, only the title of Supreme is worthy of it.

James closed the comic book in his hand seriously,

"It seems that Gugugu will be the next Supreme Sorcerer."

Vincent threw a pillow at him, "Kama-Taj does not exist."

James dodged it, "But magic is real."

Neville, who was awakened, nodded vaguely.

"I don't know how to refute it."

"Hahaha - Old Vin, I finally beat you!"

The happy time did not last long.

After washing up and going downstairs to have breakfast, James ran around the castle bitterly.

After the daily exercise, Vincent sat on the steps of the gate and opened today's newspaper.

As expected, all of them unanimously predicted the bad luck of wizard cards.

The Daily Prophet was the most exaggerated.

I don't know where Rita found an old wizard who is proficient in Muggle finance, and he actually analyzed the probability of inflation in the wizarding world seriously.

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The words are sensational, as if Da Ying is about to die.

Skipping these meaningless contents, he put down the newspaper with some disappointment.

Before the Ministry of Magic reveals the progress of the investigation, it can only be regarded as tickling the masters at most.

The foundation of nearly a thousand years is difficult to shake.

There are many wizards who hate them, but there are also many who are accustomed to the status quo.

There is no way, just wait.

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It was safe and sound until Wednesday, when the nightmare-like potions class came again.

Snape had a stinky face throughout the whole process, and he made trouble for students other than Vincent.

Even Hermione was criticized for turning off the fire half a second late, resulting in a pot of healing potion that should have been perfect being completely ruined.

Vincent, who was just pretending, had already cursed in his heart.

The old bat was insidious, deliberately "favoring" only him, and even a fool could see that there was a problem.

Arthur didn't even tell his own son who was temporarily taking over the position of school director. In addition to the official staff of the school, only the masters and the Ministry of Magic knew.

"Bang——" Black smoke billowed out of the crucible in front of Vincent.

Snape came over with a gloomy face.

He waved his wand, and the smoke and the pot were rolled out of the classroom.

"Wayne, go to the school hospital quickly, your delicate body can't be injured.

He gnashed his teeth and flattered.

"Professor, don't you always say that I'm as strong as a troll?

I'm not injured, you don't have to make a fuss. "

Snape resisted the urge to deduct points and came to Harry lightly.

"Potter! You were distracted and cooked a ball of pulp!"

"I——"

"Gryffindor deducted 10 points!"

Vincent's hand that sprinkled the selected white moss powder shook, and it was directly sprinkled on the desk.

"Mr. Wayne!" Snape floated back again,

"I have to take you to the school hospital in person! ”

Even polite titles were used, it seemed that he was determined to expose his identity as a school director.

“Professor, this will affect the class.”

“It doesn’t matter, no one in the whole school is more important than you.”

All eyes in the classroom were focused on Vincent.

Has the old bat changed?

Impossible, that gnashing expression was real.

Did he owe money? Or was he caught?

Hermione and Daphne looked at each other and smelled the scent of a secret at the same time.

Their curiosity was aroused.

Vincent calmly grabbed a handful of white moss.

The healing potion is very safe, and an overdose will only produce black smoke.

And this is a carefully selected powder, which will only be effective if it is seriously overdosed.

Fortunately, wormwood has not been added, otherwise it will neutralize the rejection reaction with daffodils.

A handful, two handfuls.

When it came to the third handful, Snape finally couldn't hold it anymore,

“Wayne, are you going to blow us all to death?”

“No, professor. "Vincent withdrew his hand with an innocent look on his face,

"You didn't deduct my points today, I thought I did nothing wrong."

Snape sneered, "Mr. Wayne, who dares to say you are wrong now?

Not only me, but even the wise Dumbledore doesn't dare."

It's almost over, it seems that the trump card should be revealed.

Vincent raised a finger obscurely, "How is it possible, I am just an ordinary student from an ordinary Muggle family."

"Huh——" Snape was so gloomy that he was about to drip water,

"That's great, I thought you had some terrible identity."

"Of course not, professor." He raised three fingers directly.

"Really?" Snape suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, "I heard some rumors recently——"

"Those are all rumors and cannot be taken seriously." Vincent withdrew a finger.

"Whoa -" Snape turned back to the podium.

"Continue class!"

Just give it up when it's good, and you won't suffer any loss.

The real loser is Vincent.

An extra 20% of the operating fee will be given every month, or only Snape's hush money.

Wait, fatten up and then kill!

I hadn't chosen a time until the end of get out of class, and as soon as I left the classroom, I was followed by two little witches.

They are not easy to deal with.

Follow him to the auditorium while there are not many students.

"Stop pretending, I am the new school director, and I will show my cards."

"Huh?" Hermione and Daphne blinked their big eyes blankly.

They pinched each other's arms, and then put their little hands to Vincent's forehead.

"No fever."

"Is it true?"

He pushed their hands away, "Of course it's true. It's not like you don't know that Yamamoto is mine."

"No wonder Snape wanted to expose you." Hermione quickly calmed down.

"Then what are you afraid of? There weren't many students who fawned over Malfoy before."

Daphne nodded in agreement, "There are 12 school directors in total, and apart from providing operating funds, they have almost no substantive power in the school."

Vincent looked around;

There are already many students.

He motioned for them to come a little closer.

"Professor Dumbledore has a lot of tricks up his sleeve as a school director. He helped me keep the price to the lowest."

"That means you occupied more than one seat?"

"yes."

"Then how many did you take?"

"The professor suggested that I take 7. The gold Galleons that Yamamoto brought back are just enough."

"Seven!?" Hermione and Daphne patted the long table and stood up at the same time.

"Shh-" Vincent quickly pulled them to sit back,

"Don't tell anyone. I don't want to be fawned over day and night just yet."

If Hogwarts was a joint-stock system, he would now be the de facto major shareholder.

It's a pity that the school director is just a big bastard who gave money.

The only thing that can be called power is the ability to remove any member of the faculty.

What's more, he is not an official school director yet and must wait until he reaches adulthood.

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