This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Not long after lunch started, students began to return to the auditorium.

Even though they had been shopping all morning, they still seemed to be unsatisfied.

Especially third graders.

As for the first and second grade students, they can only feel envious and jealous in their hearts.

Harry was holding a dozen bags filled with candy, which he seemed to be planning to distribute to his classmates.

Ron also has a "trophy", which is a small wooden roller, which he probably bought for Bamban to exercise.

Recently, he has been feeling low and unwilling to leave the dormitory.

Neville was also holding several bags of candy, and James and Alfred each bought something.

Lavender and Parvati were gossiping.

Their voices were loud enough that Hermione next to them heard them all.

As always, Percy and Penelope went to Mrs. Puddieff's Teahouse.

"It's a date..." Hermione muttered as she took the last bite of her sandwich.

She stood up and subconsciously looked towards a certain location.

Vincent wasn't there, so he probably went to the activity room.

When I arrived on the 5th floor, I was actually doing warm-up exercises inside.

"Look, with all the bad things that bastard Wayne has done, I'd say he's going to get his comeuppance sooner or later."

A very discordant voice sounded from behind.

Hermione frowned and looked back.

The only person in the school who wished bad luck to Vincent the most, apart from Snape, was Draco who was constantly being beaten.

He walked out of the luxuriously decorated Black Swan Club activity room with a glowing face, accompanied by two fat pig-like younger brothers.

"Draco, his teacher is Nico Flamel. The International Alchemy Association shouldn't dare to do anything to him, right?"

"Idiot! Wayne is going to ruin their jobs, and no one can save face now."

Crabbe and Goyle grinned widely.

Hermione clenched her little fists and stood in front of them.

She pursed her lips and looked angry,

"Malfoy, do you think it's honorable to speak ill of someone behind their back?"

Draco was stunned and couldn't help laughing.

He looked directly at Hermione, who was almost the same height as him, and his tone was full of mockery: "Ha, it turns out he is Wayne's follower.

Dabanya, do you really think you are some kind of messenger of justice? Get out now. "

Crabbe and Goyle laughed even harder.

Hermione bit her lip and didn't move aside.

Draco pushed her shoulder with his hand with disdain, "Ugly girl, get out of here!"

It can't be pushed, even with a little effort.

Just as he was about to increase his strength, Hermione suddenly grabbed his arm.

Step on the floor sideways, exert force on your waist and abdomen, and pull down hard with your little hands.

Things happened so fast that before Crabbe and Goyle could react, Draco was thrown over his shoulder by Hermione with a "winter" sound and fell firmly to the cold marble floor. ☞ ♦ ♦♦

"Draco!" Crabbe and Goyle stopped laughing and hurriedly pulled him up.

Maybe he fell too hard, or maybe he still didn't understand what happened, but Draco's lips were trembling and he couldn't even say a word.

Although we are all about the same height, he is the stronger boy.

Why is this nerd Dabanya?

Is it because he is too weak?

Draco's body trembled violently, and his fair little face turned red instantly.

"You're very proud, aren't you! You dirty—"

"What happened?"

An exceptionally familiar voice, a tone that is still fresh in my memory.

It was him, the man leaning against the door of the Court of Owls activity room. It was Vincent who seemed to have been standing watching the play for a long time.

An unprecedented sense of shame came over me.

The bastard next to the door was calm and composed, and it was clear that he didn't take them seriously.

The ugly girl in front of her no longer frowned, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised as if she was extremely happy.

Draco gritted his teeth to stop his trembling.

The situation is stronger than the person, so I have to bow my head.

But he was not convinced.

As soon as school started, I was kicked in the knee by a new girl, and today I was even thrown over the shoulder by Big Banya.

The Malfoy family is a noble pure-blood family, and it would be too ungraceful to argue with a girl.

So these two accounts have to be settled on Wayne, the bastard.

"Huh?" Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Vincent straightened up and walked over.

"Don't come here!" Crabbe and Goyle hurriedly protected Draco behind them. "Wayne, we are not afraid of you!"

As expected of a loyal follower, he immediately protected the boss.

Vincent's expression was subtle.

He just heard the sound of "winter" outside, so he stopped his warm-up exercise and came out to see what was going on.

Hermione's chest was rising and falling too much, and Draco was being supported by two followers like a fool.

Alas - wasn't he just beaten?

You should be more open-minded as a person, so that your blood will not easily rise and make your fair and tender face turn red.

"Malfoy, why are you nervous? I'm not here to beat you."

Vincent stopped next to Hermione, "Are you okay?"

Hermione shook her head, not daring to meet his eyes, as if she felt a little guilty.

According to her character, she would not hit anyone without any reason.

It didn't look like he was in trouble, maybe he hadn't gotten used to it the first time.

Vincent moved his wrist, and Crabbe and Goyle shuddered as if out of reflex.

Draco raised his hand in anger and slapped the two of them on the back of the head, "Two idiots!

Didn’t you say you weren’t afraid? Why are you acting like a coward now! "

Crabbe and Goyle stood up with their chests and abdomen aggrievedly, showing a vague sense of perseverance.

"Pfft -" Vincent laughed unkindly.

He took a step forward, and Crabbe and Goyle shuddered again.

Even a fool knows that he is not easy to mess with.

Draco's chest heaved violently, breathing in air.

"Wayne!" He clenched his fists, "This ugly girl's fault will be yours!"

Vincent glanced at Hermione quickly and raised his eyebrows at him, "So that's it."

Crabbe and Goyle quickly grabbed Draco.

"Let me go!" He struggled a few times symbolically, "You two cowards, let me go!"

Despite being stupid and cowardly, the two loyal brothers still pulled him away, and the acting was quite realistic.

Vincent saw them walking away and glanced at Hermione cautiously.

He lowered his head and seemed to have his mouth pursed.

14 years old is the age when you love beauty. How can a girl remain indifferent to being called "ugly"?

If I had known earlier, I would have just kept silent, and when the fight started again, I would have given him a good beating.

"Ahem - um, Hermione, this annoying Malfoy is used to having a bad mouth, but you are actually quite beautiful, not ugly at all."

"Really?" Hermione's little head hung lower.

Vincent nodded swornly, "Be confident, Malfoy faces poodles and dominatrixes every day, and his aesthetics has been distorted to the point that he is no longer a normal person."

"Pfft-" Hermione suppressed her laughter and raised her head to meet his blue eyes, "Parkinson and Burst didn't seem to have offended you, did they?"

"Well..." Vincent muttered in a low voice: "It's no longer a question of whether they are lazy or not..."

Good-looking skins are all the same, but interesting souls are unique.

Pansy and Millicent are neither good-looking nor interesting, and they are the fish that slipped through the net.

This kind of blessing should be left to Draco to enjoy.

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