This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After Vincent answered his questions, Hermione remembered the time he went with him to catch Peter the Petite in the past few months.

At that time, the two entourages showed up to a police station, and the sheriff there seemed to be very familiar with him.

"You said Uncle Kyle? He was a friend my father met when he was serving in SAS, but he was a very unrestrained person. He often drove police cars to clubs and always gave me some magazines with color."

Hermione was stunned.

She remembered the magazines that were stuffed under the bed in Vincent's room.

It turned out that it was given to me by someone else, so she said that her boyfriend was not that kind of person.

She looked at Gugu in her arms with guilt, as if she was communicating with her eyes.

Gugu didn't understand it at first, but it quickly gently lifted its fleshy wings.

Of course Vincent didn't know what deal they had reached, and he was driving aimlessly along the highway.

Birmingham goes ahead to northern England, and further to Scotland.

He glanced at the magic communicator on his wrist.

It was already 10:30, and I turned around and rushed back to London at full speed. It should still have time to board the Hogwarts Express.

But that's the same sentence.

"I've come here, why not just drive to school like this?"

Hermione hadn't reacted yet, "School? Hogwarts?"

Vincent slowed down again, "Yes, let's drive there."

"What?" Hermione's incredible big eyes were faintly excited, "This is not very good."

"We are not driving a flying car like Harry and Ron the same year before yesterday, so we don't have to worry about whether we will be discovered."

She glanced at the gas gauge that had only dropped one grid of the dashboard, "Can your dream car fly into the sky? Then this one now..."

Vincent blinked his innocent big eyes, "I haven't had time to build this car yet. I simply applied a few nested traceless stretching spells to the fuel tank, enough for us to drive to school."

Hermione's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to speak.

"How is it?" Vincent looked at her with anticipation.

How about it? It's already like this, what else can it do?

Hermione said "um" softly, as if she agreed to his decision.

Since it cannot stop the rain from happening, dance in the rain.

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King's Cross Station,

Hogwarts students took their luggage through the walls of the nine and three-quarters of the platform and boarded a red motorcycle.

After more than two months, the compartment inside the school bus has actually undergone an epic upgrade.

First of all, the space is much more spacious, and there is no need for a few people to squeeze together.

Then there is the interior decoration, which is not only much brighter and fashionable, but also has a different style in each compartment.

Then there are the seats, which were replaced by the old-fashioned crowded seats with a more comfortable velvet sofa.

Finally, there is the magic projection that each compartment has, through which you can watch the replay of this World Cup and also play the latest online version of the Gent.

The students were all very happy, and only a few were quite uncomfortable.

In the D compartment, Draco had a smelly face from the moment he entered the door.

Because the silver and green decoration originally symbolized Slytherin was modified to gold and red that symbolized Gryffindor.

Damn Wayne, is the school director amazing?

He endured the intense disgust and sat on the red and golden plaid sofa.

I sat up quite softly, and I felt my whole butt was about to sink into the sofa.

"Draco, it's so comfortable to sit on the sofa." Crab couldn't help but sigh.

Gal simply lay on the sofa, "This is not ordinary comfort, it's simply a top enjoyment~"

Draco still put on a bad face, "Tsk, two rural guys who have never seen the world."

He said this, but his body honestly changed to a more comfortable position.

Given that the sofa is comfortable enough, he can barely endure the disgusting new decoration of the compartment.

Crab suddenly sat upright, his hands lit up in the air, "Just just now, I heard from senior students that each compartment has a magic projection, and I don't know how to start it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small projection light curtain appeared in front of him.

"Welcome to use Wayne Enterprise's products, the following is the product instruction manual..."

Tap, long press, zoom, scroll, swipe, drag...

Crab felt dizzy after taking a few simple glances.

Although it looks complicated, it is quite convenient after trying it a few times.

Draco snorted coldly, "The country bumpkin is the country bumpkin."

He casually swept the air in front of him with his hands, and a small projection light curtain appeared.

Skip the product manual and click directly to the video icon on the main interface.

There are every game of this World Cup, and even Wayne Enterprise GG.

Draco twitched the corner of his mouth and chose a game between Bulgaria and Greek.

If he remembers correctly, the game will end in 51 minutes.

Time flies quickly, and just as Krum was about to catch the Golden Flying Snitch, the door of the compartment was roughly pulled open from outside.

There are not many students in the whole school who have the courage to disturb Mr. Malfoy's interest, and there are less than 10 students who can make the most of the plan.

Draco turned his head proudly, looking at Fred and George who were breaking in with great contempt.

"Have the Weasley family even lost their tutors now? They didn't know they would knock on the door before they came in."

The twins ignored him and checked the entire compartment on their own.

Crabten stood up from the sofa, "Hey! What the hell are you looking for?"

Lying down, Goer also stood up, "No need to ask, he must be looking for that fat and stupid ugly toad."

Fred used his hand to push Crab's big face aside, "George, they don't seem to be here."

George ignored Gole who was glaring at him, "The school bus has been launched for so long. Where can they go if they are not here?"

"That's right." Fred turned to look at Draco with a gloomy face, "Hey, little golden retriever, have you just got beaten?"

Draco clenched his fists tightly and stood up from the sofa, "Just! Who dares to beat me up here!"

"Vincent." Fred squatted down after he said that.

There is definitely a small gap at the bottom of the sofa that cannot hide people. Could it be that it is hiding outside the car window?

He stood up and walked over Draco, who seemed to jump up and hit people at any time, and quickly walked to the window.

I lifted up the red gold-edged curtains, and it was still raining outside.

As soon as I opened the window, the sound of rain came in.

George walked over quickly and poked his head out the window with Fred.

They both noticed nothing except being covered in rain.

"It's strange, where are they hiding?"

"Can it be an elopement?"

"No, he and Hermione are not like her parents, so how could they elope?"

Fred and George walked away with wet heads.

Draco looked at the door of the compartment that was not closed, and his face was extremely difficult to see.

If you are not polite, why should the Weasley twins think they will be beaten?

Just Wayne?

"Draco, Wayne and Granger seem to have disappeared together."

After hearing Crab's words, he immediately remembered the news that had been circulating in the pure blood family circle recently.

That person, the mysterious person who can't even mention his name, may have come back.

In other words, Wayne and Granger are probably in danger.

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