This Hogwarts is not normal

Saying no, Fred and George managed to get Vincent a fairly believable schedule.

As the eldest lady of the Greengrass family, Daphne usually stays with her best friend Pansy after dinner.

Either in the Black Swan Clubroom, or in the Slytherin Common Room.

And today was Sunday, when Draco and Blaise came over just now, she happened to go upstairs with Pansy.

When Vincent walked into the activity room, besides the two of them, there were several senior students.

"Wayne!" Pansy stood up reflexively, "What are you doing here!"

"Take a stroll." He sat opposite Daphne, "Don't you welcome me?"

"Go away!"

"I didn't ask you."

Pan Xi slapped the table heavily with her little hand, "Don't think about her! She won't talk to you!"

"Is that so?" Vincent's blue eyes looked directly at the dodgy eyes on the opposite side.

"Wayne, get out of here!"

Daphne's little hands under the table were clenched tightly, "You—you came to see me, did you—what's the matter?"

"Your sister, Astoria Greengrass."

She met his gaze, "My sister? What are you going to do to her!"

"Life for life."

Pansy suddenly leaned over between the two, "Enough! If you don't get lost—"

"You are so long-winded." Vincent put the alder wand on the table, "Come on, tell me the time and place."

"Pansy—"

"Don't pay attention to him, Daphne!" Pansy just pulled out his wand, and it fell to the ground as if he was hit by something.

"I'm in a hurry, can you be quiet for a while?" Vincent didn't move his eyes,

"You don't have to believe me, but what about Albus Dumbledore and Nick Flamel?"

Daphne gradually calmed down, "Prove it to me."

"As you wish." Vincent stood up holding his wand, and met the fierce eyes of a large group of senior students around him.

Pointing the tip of the alder stick to the ceiling painted with black swans, he uttered a spell under Daphne's incredulous gaze.

"Call God Guardian—"

The moment Suan Ni appeared, it immediately made those senior students understand where the gap was.

None of their parents may know this ancient spell, and even if they can barely release it, it is mostly a cloud of silver steam.

A Patronus in full form, a sign of extraordinary magical ability.

"Wayne!!!" Draco growled from outside.

The students on the other side of the door consciously separated, so that he could clearly see the patron saint of suanni sitting on Vincent's shoulder.

"this is impossible!"

"Is it enough?" After getting Daphne's nod, Vincent turned to face him.

"Nothing is impossible."

Draco and Blaise, who came in together, had grim faces.

Not long after they were happy, reality slapped them both hard.

Converge?

People came directly to smash the scene.

It is certain that I will be beaten severely today, but I don't know how long I can resist.

"What happened?" Another voice sounded from outside.

So familiar, so pleasing to the ear.

Draco quickly pointed at Vincent, "Professor Lockhart, this violent man is going to hit someone!"

"Ah?" Lockhart stepped forward quickly, staring at the dazed Suanni Patron Saint.

"Vincent, is this yours?"

"Obviously yes."

He swept across the students one by one with a complicated expression.

Each has its own surprises, and each has its own little thoughts.

There are many members in the Owl Court, and the reason why Black Swan can be worthy of them is entirely because of the background of the pure-blood family.

Ancient magic spells, deep connections and resources.

There is nothing wrong with a Slytherin student pursuing the greater good.

Now, the balance is right.

"Vincent, why are you here?"

"Come and take a stroll." Vincent tapped the tip of his staff on the patron saint of suanni on his shoulder, dissipating it into golden light in the air.

"Professor Lockhart, I just asked my Patronus to protect me."

There was a large group of people around, and it really didn't look like they were here to fight normally.

But whether it was Draco or Daphne, they obviously didn't believe this.

"What's in today's paper—"

"That's slander!" Vincent said in disgust, "Professor, you should be very aware of this feeling."

Lockhart seemed to let go of the boulder that had been stuck in his heart, "That's right!

I take back yesterday's opinion about Miss Skeeter, she is only an accidental discovery of conscience. "

They are all "victims", so they can naturally understand the feeling of being "slandered".

"Professor, can I go back?"

"Of course." Lockhart straightened his chest unconsciously.

How to distinguish rumors and how to think independently, he feels he has an obligation to teach the students.

And as soon as possible, must be fast.

Vincent glanced at Daphne, and walked out of the activity room under the gaze of a dozen pairs of eyes.

"Children, I'm so sad!" Lockhart clutched his chest after he left,

"You have been deceived! By some people with ulterior motives!"

Only across a corridor, Vincent could clearly hear his instruction.

"I really don't want to let go of any chance."

"What opportunity do you refuse to let go?" Hermione sat near the door, staring at him suspiciously.

"A chance to promote yourself." Vincent's eyes twitched.

Not only she was there, Fred and George, Cedric and Rove were also there.

"Dude, are you failing?"

"I succeeded."

George stepped forward and walked around him, "Did you shrink her? Or did you hide her with the Disillusionment Charm?"

"Which her?"

Fred gave him an elbow with a smirk, "Don't pretend, didn't the eldest lady of the Greengrass family be kidnapped by you?"

"What!" Vincent looked at Hermione, who was hanging her head down,

"Why did I bring her back? It's not the time yet."

Cedric suppressed the sneer on his face, "Then what did you bring back?

Apart from her, there seems to be nothing useful to us, right? "

"Yeah." Rove nodded earnestly, "If you fail, you fail. At worst, next time we go together, we will tie her back."

Vincent felt a little dizzy.

After all, as a student, it is normal to think of a specific thing.

That's right, he just borrowed Daphne's matter to take away their Black Swan Club, and even some things that pure blood families have always been proud of.

Grindelwald is out of breath, Dumbledore is old, and Voldemort has lost contact directly.

To maximize the benefits, join if you can't beat it.

Once this idea arises, it will be a good thing for the Owl Court as long as a small number of Slytherin students change their views when the Greengrass family's matter is resolved in the future.

If someone else formally joined, even one would be a great thing.

"I understand!" Rove looked at Vincent like a monster, "If things go well, you can make—what?"

"Hegemony." Hermione quickly lowered her head after she finished speaking.

It hangs a little low, and the expression is completely invisible.

"Yes, dominate Hogwarts!"

Vincent's eyelids twitched wildly.

He didn't need to ask, he knew who made the rumor.

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