This Hogwarts isn't normal.

While fighting the werewolf,

Gryffindor boys' dormitory.

Mag pushed open the door to Vincent's dormitory and walked quietly to his bedside.

I opened the quilt, and sure enough, no one was there.

She glanced at the broken window, then looked at Neville who seemed to be sitting on the bed sleeping.

Alas, this child may have been frightened just now, and then fell asleep again for some reason.

As for why the other two can still sleep so soundly...

Mag pursed his lips and stopped staring at the earmuffs they were wearing.

She turned around and sat on Vincent's bed.

On the small table next to the bed were a bag of unopened biscuits, a few third-grade textbooks, and a very conspicuous model of the Eiffel Tower.

She sat on Vincent's bed and picked up the iron tower model with interest.

Not too refined, but not too rough either.

It's obvious that this is handmade.

Press the magic runes on the top of the tower, and the entire tower will glow dimly like a night light.

I didn’t expect it to be an alchemy tool.

It has only one function, and it doesn't look like Vincent's work. It should have some special commemorative value.

"Well -" Neville, who was sleeping on the bed, felt the dim light and opened his eyes in confusion.

The first thing he saw was a very familiar figure from behind.

Mag turned around.

"ah!

! Neville screamed and quickly grabbed the quilt and covered his head.

There is nothing more terrifying than seeing the dean of your family in the middle of the night.

"It must be a dream...I must be dreaming..."

His whisper made Mag's face instantly sink.

"What's wrong?" James, who was woken up, opened his eyes and looked at the dim light.

He also screamed, but quickly rolled his eyes and took off his earmuffs.

"Let me tell you, Lao Wen, what do you want to do by staying up late at night and pretending to be Professor McGonagall?"

Neville showed his little head, "Is it Vincent?"

Mag pursed her lips.

James twitched the corner of his mouth, "Don't tell me, you are pretending to be pretty, did you drink Polyjuice Potion?"

Mag's lips pursed tighter.

Not a shape-shifter or a Polyjuice Potion, she was just her real self.

"Old James, you woke me up..." Alfred sat up weakly,

"Forget Neville's snoring, why did you imitate him?"

"Nonsense! That's because Lao Wen scared me!"

Alfred, who couldn't hear clearly, took off his earmuffs and said, "What did you say——"

His questions stopped abruptly.

Like, it’s really similar.

"Old Wen, where did you get the Polyjuice Potion?"

Mag sighed inwardly.

Today's students have very rich imaginations.

She put the night light away, "You three, if Mr. Wayne knows that he has such great abilities, I believe he will be very happy."

The tone is quite similar too.

James and Alfred rolled their eyes one after another.

"Old Wen, I beg you, please stop making trouble."

"Even if there is no class tomorrow, you don't have to make such a joke with us."

Alas - the students in this dormitory are hopeless.

Mag stood up with a sullen face and walked towards Neville, who was blinking his big eyes.

She glanced towards the broken window and said, "Mr. Longbottom, did you hear anything just now?"

Neville scratched his head and shook his head in confusion.

The corners of Mag's mouth twitched slightly.

No wonder even the roommate was not discovered. It turns out there was no need to hide it at all.

"Well..." James held his chin, his expression becoming frightened.

Vincent is not Wes' twin, unless...

"Old Wen, are you suffering from insomnia?"

Mag didn't pout anymore, but instead smiled magically.

Made you laugh?

"The secret is finally revealed!" James reached out and lifted the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose.

This familiar scene made the corners of Mag's mouth twitch up sharply.

Like Vincent, she is a person who distinguishes between public and private matters.

If you want to blame, you have to find the real culprit.

Alfred looked at James with a proud face on his left, and McGonagall with a particularly mysterious smile on his right.

The less he looks like he is pretending, the more he looks like himself.

"Could it be that..." Alfred suddenly jumped out of bed and stood up like a good baby.

"Good evening, Professor McGonagall!"

Neville suddenly shivered as soon as he heard this.

He believed that Vincent could imitate him perfectly, but what if the Mag in front of him was himself?

With a "pop" sound, Neville fell to the ground.

But soon, he stood obediently like Alfred.

The slowest ones were like this, and James was so frightened that his face turned pale.

Something more terrifying than the dean’s late-night sleep check happened.

McGonagall did not blame the three of them, but simply asked: "Does any of you know where Mr. Wayne went?"

They all shook their heads in unison, it looked like they had really gone to the Forbidden Forest.

Mag put away the smile on his face and walked towards the door without saying a word.

But when she passed Vincent's bedside, there was a "Peng Peng Peng" sound underneath.

The three people who were still in shock became even more frightened.

If there is such a big movement, it must not be a good thing.

Mag squatted down and looked under the bed.

A long box?

Just when she reached out to take it out, the box flew out from under the bed as if it had gained consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, it jumped out of the broken window.

The three good kids stared at each other in a daze.

Good guy, he even dared to provoke his own dean.

It can't be said that there has never been such a person before, but it is difficult for him to be a successor.

At this moment, Vincent's image gradually became taller in the hearts of the three people.

He is worthy of being the man who dominates Hogwarts. Nothing can stop him.

Not long after McGonagall walked out of the dormitory quickly, James couldn't help but cheer loudly.

With his lead, Neville and Alfred also joined in.

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…

In front of the Forbidden Forest, by the lake.

A long box flew over Snape's head with a "whoosh".

"Hehehe——"

The extremely cruel sneer echoed around.

The little bastard has grown up and dared to provoke further.

Snape exuded low pressure all over his body, and flexibly shuttled between the trees like a venomous snake, chasing in the direction where the box disappeared.

He is indestructible, he is unstoppable.

In those narrow black eyes, there was only a growing murderous aura.

Deep in the Forbidden Forest,

Vincent shuddered for no reason.

He raised his hand thoughtfully and steadily caught the long box that flew over.

Inside was a flying broom, a rogue rabbit that had just been squeezed to second place by the Firebolt.

"Ah!

!" The werewolves in the distance howled, as if they were wary of the red and gold broom.

Vincent rode on it, rose a little, and stretched out his hand to Hermione.

The tall and thin werewolf pricked up his ears to take a peek, and then curled up like an autistic person.

Perhaps because of apology, he didn't howl like crazy like his companions.

But just as the rogue rabbit carried the two people up quickly, the werewolf leader who opened his mouth to spit out the mud moved his ears and suddenly looked up.

Want to run?

The blood-red eyes were full of anger and unwillingness.

"Awooo--" The werewolf leader howled at the moon and raised his hand, grabbing a small piece of the broom tail branch fiercely.

He glanced at his shortened claws.

After being trimmed by the mithril spear blade, it seemed to have become sharper.

The werewolf leader crushed the branch in his palm, took a few steps and stepped out shallow pits.

With a "clang", the rogue rabbit's broom tail was caught in his hand by him who jumped high.

Vincent and Hermione looked back in horror, and their understanding of werewolves was refreshed again.

Jumping dozens of feet, it was even more magical than magic.

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