This Hogwarts isn't normal.

"Disgusting!" Ravend complained again, "It's so disgusting, Hagrid, what's the pointy thing on it?"

"Ah, that's their thorns."

She quickly retracted her hand.

Hagrid looked excited, "I guess those thorny ones are male, and the female has suction cups on her belly. I think they may suck blood."

The students shrank their hands back one after another.

Draco sarcastically said, "Oh...I understand why we have to find ways to keep them alive, burn, sting, and bite people. Who doesn't want such a pet?"

Vincent stretched his retracted hand back.

"Hey, go ahead!"

Draco subconsciously reached out to catch a blown tail snail he threw.

"Shet!"

The tail snail thrown into the air was shot back with a "pop".

Draco ran away in a panic in fear, "Bastard! Wayne, why did you throw this ghost thing to me!"

Vincent grabbed another snail, "Didn't you say that anyone doesn't want such a pet? It seems you are an exception."

Seeing that he wanted to throw it over again, Draco quickly squatted down and hid behind the wooden box, revealing only half of his little head.

"Wayne! It's class time now, don't mess around!"

"Do you still know that you are in class now?" Vincent put the fried tail screw in his hand back into the wooden box. "You must have not brushed your teeth today."

The students immediately laughed, and Hagrid's furry beard also smiled, revealing a row of white teeth in his big mouth.

Draco's face turned red, "You...you..."

Amidst the laughter, the students found that the tail snails seemed to be much more pleasing to the eye.

But if you want to reach out and touch it, you always have psychological barriers.

After the class, everyone returned to the castle with a smile and talk.

"Today is such an eye-opener." James shook his head and patted Vincent on the shoulder. "I can't help but laugh when I think of Malfoy's face just now."

"Puchi--" Neville and Alfred both laughed out loud.

Vincent and Hermione both laughed a little.

Four years have passed, and the little golden retriever still doesn’t have a memory. I guess he has some special tendencies.

James smiled wickedly, "Malfoy must be a masochist."

"Agree!" Alfred also smirked.

Neville was stunned, "What is masochist?"

"I just like to be beaten and I like to be abused. The more I get beaten, the happier I am."

"Oh." Neville nodded, "Malfoy's hobby is really strange."

"Puff--" Hermione quickly covered her mouth.

But amid the infectious laughter of James and Alfred, she and Vincent finally laughed happily.

Several people forgot all the unhappiness today and returned to the auditorium to enjoy lunch.

"Lao Wen, do you think the fried tail snail will flood like the eight-eyed giant spider?"

"Absolutely, but only if Hagrid figures out what they actually eat."

"Merlin bless you, I hope he will never understand."

After lunch, we have to continue class.

There was only one divination class in the afternoon, and neither Vincent nor Hermione continued to take the elective this semester.

"I wouldn't have taken the elective if I had known." James looked at the two people who had no classes with envy.

"Instead of going to the old liar's class, I might as well stay with the snails for an extra hour."

Alfred smacked his lips, "Lao Wen, are you two going to date later?"

Hermione blushed and shook her head to deny, "Of course not, we still have some serious things to do."

James looked teasing, "What's the matter?"

"Build a car."

"Ah? Isn't there already one?"

Hermione looked at Vincent mysteriously, "You will know when it is created."

James and Alfred understood in seconds, and Neville quickly understood.

As roommates, the three of them certainly knew that Vincent had always wanted to create his dream car.

The Bugatti Veyron is already cool enough, and it is hard to imagine what kind of design can surpass it.

The group came to the eighth floor of the castle, James and his team were going to the tower to teach divination lessons, and Vincent and Hermione came to the tapestry where the giant monster stick beat the stupid Barnabas.

After walking back and forth three times, a door appeared on the wall.

Open the door and walk in. There is a workshop filled with various alchemy equipment.

A blue-black Bugatti Veyron was parked on the huge mechanical platform, and several motionless mini puppets stood around it.

"Building starts!" Vincent tapped the magic communicator on his wrist and raised the workbench from the floor.

Hermione quietly came to the sofa beside her and sat down, picking up the car magazine placed on the coffee table.

She can't help with anything now, so she can only make up some knowledge about cars as soon as possible.

Compared with the various super sports cars in the magazine, she felt that the Bugatti Veyron was particularly unique, full of elegant temperament inside and out.

Vincent in front of the workbench projected a three-dimensional W16 engine, zoomed in and took it apart.

It is not difficult to achieve flight, just install the suspension components.

But to get the same speed as a fighter, the engine needs to be redesigned.

With experience in flying boots, he quickly designed several solutions.

Thanks to the workbench using magic projection, these solutions can be initially verified first, and there is no need to create physical objects for testing.

Throughout the afternoon, Hermione basically understood the design concepts of commercially available sports cars, and Vincent also selected two different design plans.

It was time for dinner that the two of them came out of the house that they would like to ask for.

Before I could arrive at the auditorium, I could hear the fierce quarrels coming from inside.

"Pote! You dare to laugh at me!"

"Shut up your stinky mouth, Malfoy! Harry was just talking about divination class with me, don't be too much of adolescent!"

"Pote! Take care of the dog you raise!"

"What did you say?"

When he pushed open the auditorium door, he happened to see Harry holding Ron's arm tightly.

Draco in front of them was full of mocking, "Bot, tie your dog up quickly, I don't want to be bitten for no reason."

His sarcastic spirit made Ron's eyes flush, "Damn it! Malfoy, you dare to say I'm a dog!"

Seeing that Ron was about to break free from his restraint and pounce on him, Draco still had a mocking face, "Dog Weasley, am I wrong?"

Harry held Ron tightly, "Calm down, don't be fooled, he is seducing you to do it."

Draco sneered, "When did you become a turtle, Pot?"

Harry had a blue face, "No matter how I am, I am always better than you, a childless girl."

Draco blushed again, "Why don't I have no tutor!"

"Have your family taught you what respect is?" Harry pulled Ron back, "They don't know how to respect people like you. They have a bad face all day, like a piece of cake in their mouths. Like a manure."

"Huh--" Draco sneered, "Pote! You dare to insult my family!"

"Then shut your fat mouth."

With a "bang", the curse flew over Harry's cheek.

Vincent, who was eating melons and watching the show, glanced back at the auditorium gate where a small hole was knocked out.

If this hits the face...

He pulled out his wand and was about to end the farce when a figure ran into the auditorium.

"Boy, don't even think about having a second chance!"

A white light flashed, and Draco, holding the wand, turned into a small white dog.

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