This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After eating and drinking, you should do some exercise to avoid abdominal fat accumulation.

Starting from the first floor of the castle, the eight little ones walked all the way to the entrance of the principal's office.

Astoria was amazed and was even more curious about the Marauder's Map.

"Here." Fred handed the map to her,

"If you are going to Hogsmeade on the weekend, this thing will be of great help."

The seven of them were so familiar with the castle that it made almost no difference whether there was a map or not.

"Really?" Astoria hugged the map excitedly after getting the affirmation,

"Thank you, I will definitely use it well."

George smiled evilly, "This is made by Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs specifically for students who like magic pranks..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because Hermione and Daphne looked over with a weird smile on their mouths.

"Ahem——" The smile on George's face disappeared, "In short, this is a very magical map."

A night travel artifact that can mark anything known to the makers and can track in real time.

As long as you have it, even Neville won't get lost.

The premise is that you don't forget where you put it.

When the twins introduced how to use it, Hermione subconsciously pursed her lips as if she was worried about something.

She secretly glanced at Vincent who was holding Gugu.

Neither worried nor nervous, the state of using the time converter to go back to the past should not be marked.

But once the number of hours of going back is over, the name on the map will suddenly disappear and appear somewhere else.

Unless you can control the time accurately.

The idea is getting clearer and clearer, at least it must be rigorous to the second.

"Hmm?" Hermione suddenly stopped.

The harassment horsefly really doesn't exist, and the strange behavior just now may be affected by Xiaobai.

"What's wrong with you?" Daphne also stopped and looked at her suspiciously.

This confident look is the Hermione everyone knows.

The two little witches were whispering in the back, and they should have resolved the misunderstanding.

The nine-tailed fox in its infancy can only affect unsuspecting people, and after adulthood, it can even interfere with wizards with illusions.

But after being prepared, Xiaobai couldn't influence them no matter how capable he was.

"Is it really just a misunderstanding?"

Hermione didn't dare to look directly into Daphne's eyes,

"Really, but..."

She shook her head, "Don't talk about me, what do you think?"

"Me..." Daphne smiled slightly, "Maybe it's more of gratitude."

Hermione secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But she was soon stunned again.

"You wouldn't-"

"I'm not, I don't."

Daphne looked at her carefully from top to bottom.

Nearly 1.6 meters tall, facial features are not delicate but look particularly coordinated, slender body without fat.

The key is that full of confidence, can't hide the aura of academic tyrant.

If she is willing to dress up well, she must be no worse than Qiu.

"I still have to study, how can I have time to do these."

"I can't help you with this."

Hermione bit her lower lip with a tangled face, as if she was deciding something very important.

She has a lot of time, it depends on whether she is willing.

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In the morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Two consecutive Care of Magical Creatures classes.

Although not at the same time and place, they were on the back of the same hippogriff.

Perhaps because he remembered the tragic experience yesterday, Draco sat outside the fence of the venue for half a class.

Watching the monsters carrying students to and from the Forbidden Forest, he suddenly covered his mouth as if he had a physiological reaction.

Because the black Reeves was back, he even did a difficult roll.

My stomach was churning for a while, and I quickly covered my mouth to maintain my image.

Until Vincent landed safely, Draco felt a little better.

"Damn Wayne--"

No one heard his mumbling, because the second group of students had already arrived at the venue.

No one was the focus of attention, and no one cared.

The glorious Master Malfoy was a thing of the past.

Now he was a victim of severe school bullying.

If he didn't make any changes, there would only be a more miserable future.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and the more angry he became.

Let's do it to the end!

Draco held his head high, swaggered into the venue, and walked straight to Vincent who had his back to him.

"Wayne, it's my turn!"

Vincent stopped feeding Reeves and looked back in confusion.

He was almost going to the sky, maybe he had some serious illness.

"Don't understand what people say?" Draco raised his proud little head, "Are you afraid?"

Emotional excitement and self-satisfaction are typical early symptoms of mania.

Vincent half squatted down and gently stroked Wes's forehead, "Be good, he dare not do anything to you.

Just think of it as pity for him, I guess no hippogriff would pay attention to him except you."

"Wayne!" Draco clenched his fists, looking like he was about to hit someone at any time.

"What's wrong?" Vincent looked back again.

He thought for a while, and his eyes became a little pitiful, "Oh, it's my fault, I forgot to take care of your self-esteem."

It's not very harmful, but it's very insulting.

Draco gasped for air, "I'm not like you, I don't need to prove anything to others!"

Excited and irritable.

It's confirmed, it's mania.

Vincent has some sympathy for being forced to suffer from mental illness.

But it's all his own fault, he was just forced to fight back.

"Reeves, bear with it for a while, I'll take you to find something delicious after class."

"Chirp--"

Vincent stepped back and raised his hand to signal Draco to come forward.

"Be brave, Malfoy!"

Draco clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white, as if he was stung.

He remembered someone once said that the best way to eliminate fear is to face it.

It's just a hippogriff, what's so scary about it.

Seeing him reach out and touch it, Reeves suddenly jumped up and flapped his wings.

Draco was so scared that he almost fell down.

Thinking of Vincent and the students nearby, he bit the bullet and slowly touched it.

The jet-black feathers were very soft and comfortable, and the touch was even better than high-end velvet.

"Chichi--" Reeves reluctantly turned his head away.

Although it was impossible, it didn't want to be slapped in the face like Buckbeak yesterday.

But the more it hid, the more excited Draco became.

Reeves simply hit him hard with his forehead and threw him directly onto his back.

Before he could sit properly, the black wings flapped.

"Damn monster, I haven't--"

The sudden weightlessness made Draco hug its neck tightly.

Reeves just wanted to finish the work quickly and speed up to fly towards the Forbidden Forest.

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