This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent was very upset when he first got into trouble at home.

His parents hadn't been settled yet, and they dared to drag him into the water without any evidence?

Still angry, Lucius quickly distanced himself from Mrs. Zabini.

The rest of the old men followed suit, only old Flint remained silent.

Internal strife?

He almost couldn't help laughing again.

"Oh - I should have recognized your true colors a long time ago." Mrs. Zabini sneered,

"Cooperating with you is really the worst thing I have done in my life!"

Lucius tried his best to keep a smile on his face, "This is a court, Lucretia, let's go out and talk about anything."

"Coward." Mrs. Zabini said, but she still sat down obediently.

Bones shook his head slightly at the jury.

If it continues, it is very likely to turn into a farce.

"This trial is over. We will combine the evidence provided by the defendant and the witnesses and give the final result in the second trial next month."

Vincent quietly followed Dumbledore and left.

Preventing more deceived wizards from appearing means that it is difficult for the master to be convicted.

Just like handing over Tash and the group of wizard scum before, he did not want to see a turbulent wizarding world.

Returning to the castle in a good mood, he said hello and disappeared directly in front of the two professors.

Snape's eyelids twitched wildly.

There is a problem, absolutely a problem.

"Oh-how unfortunate, Severus. Dumbledore seemed to be gloating when he laughed.

"Dumbledore, it's all your little bastard! "Snape threw down these words and strode towards the dungeon.

His office was robbed again.

The precious herbs he had just bought were gone, the master-level potion he had recently brewed was gone, and even the big bed for sleeping and the tables and chairs for doing experiments were gone.

Only the small bottle under the cabinet was still there, and it seemed as if it had never been touched.

The empty bat cave was left with only bursts of creepy laughter.

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Late at night, in the Hogwarts kitchen.

The seven little ones who had "divided the spoils" were all enjoying an authentic French meal happily.

"Dobby, you are this!" Fred raised his thumb with his left hand and grabbed a whole lamb chop with his right hand.

He and George ate so much that the soup was everywhere. Dobby's cooking skills have indeed improved a lot during this period.

"Dobby is very grateful for Mr. Weasley's compliment." Dobby clasped his two little hands together and blinked his big watery eyes.

"This is Dobby's honor. Dobby has never been so happy. "

He was so moved that he shed tears, as if he was remembering the days of living in Malfoy Manor.

Compared to the hell of being beaten and punished at every turn, the kitchen of Hogwarts is simply a paradise.

Hermione sniffed and handed him a handkerchief with empathy.

"Dobby can't dirty Miss Granger's handkerchief."

She didn't force him, but gave Dobby a hug. [ ]

"The bad days are over, Dobby, this is your new home. "

Fred and George looked at each other.

Not to mention them, even Vincent saw her gentle side for the first time.

Not only did she wipe away Dobby's tears, but she also considerately cleaned his old pillowcase with a lot of sauce with magic.

The house elves hiding in the corner stared at this scene in a daze.

They didn't understand why Hermione wanted to comfort Dobby, and they didn't understand why Dobby accepted such a "shameful" behavior.

It is natural for elves to serve wizards. Comfort is like a "reward" and something that should be felt ashamed.

So they don't accept new clothes, nor even leftover food.

Dobby is a maverick.

If he can change this group that can ignore the anti-Apparition spell...

Vincent shook his head, admiring Hermione's stubbornness.

"Why are you all standing there?" He brought a large plate of beef stew in red wine in front of him,

"Starting tomorrow, we have to face the villain Snape. "

"Dude, you're mean!" George reached out his hand, "How dare you enjoy this delicacy alone!"

The joyful atmosphere drove away the depression.

Dobby, with a bright smile, went to make dessert for them.

Vincent pouted at the plate with only sauce in front of him.

He only had two hands, and he couldn't grab it.

The elves in the corner couldn't help laughing secretly.

Hermione, who noticed this, secretly made a mouth shape with him.

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Potions class on Wednesday.

"Wayne, why didn't you hand in your paper?"

Vincent, who was highly nervous, knew that Snape was shameless, but he didn't expect him to be so shameless.

He didn't forget to hand in his paper, nor did he write it in magic runes.

He must have been unable to find the loophole, so he simply pretended not to see it.

"Professor, is there too much homework to be corrected in the office, and you accidentally missed it?"

This is a real warrior.

The little lions were cheering him up in their hearts.

Snape jumped from the podium to him, "Wayne, are you questioning me? "

"Not at all."

"Wayne didn't hand in his paper, Gryffindor House deducted 10 points."

"Professor, can I go to your office to look for it?"

"No!" Snape quickly calmed down,

"Wayne talked back to the professor in class, Gryffindor House deducted another 10 points."

The hope of the whole school was gone, and the little lions felt desolate in their hearts.

Vincent did not dare to irritate Snape's fragile nerves again, and behaved very well throughout the class.

Even so, he was accused of wasting school resources and deducted 10 points because two drops were left in the crucible when dispensing the potion.

When "gods" fight, "mortals" will definitely suffer.

Each little lion got 10 points, and Hermione was given a special "favor" of 30 points.

Although Daphne was not deducted, she also received the "favor" of Snape's stare for 5 minutes.

190 points, a new high.

There are still two potion classes, and it will pass if you endure it.

Snape, who was holding the textbook in one hand, just walked out of the classroom, and suddenly turned back as if he remembered something.

He glanced at Harry, and then glared at Vincent coldly.

When the sound of his footsteps completely disappeared, the little lions dared to breathe heavily.

Harry behaved the most exaggeratedly, and even broke out in cold sweat.

The trial of the gentlemen was suspended once on the weekend, and it was suspended once after today's class.

This is probably Merlin's roll.

When they all walked into the hall with a sullen face, they found that the dazzling red hourglass had dimmed unbelievably.

The score was just over 900, only a few dozen points behind the second Ravenclaw.

Slytherin was third, and Hufflepuff was at the bottom.

Vincent's lips trembled, "There will be a potion class tomorrow and next week. We can't go on like this."

"But what should we do?" Neville shrank his neck and wrapped his school robe tightly around himself,

"Unless Snape is not here, we will definitely be deducted points."

"Not here..."

Hermione stared at Vincent who was muttering to himself with extra vigilance.

The professor dared to target shamelessly, and the students who were forced into a corner dared to do anything.

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