This Hogwarts is not normal

Pansy didn't want to make it clear.

In the magic spell class just now, Flitwick taught everyone to break the spell universally, that is, to stop the spell.

But not long after Draco learned it, Vincent demonstrated a more profound application, which can be said to be the end of all spells after changing a spell.

The principle is the same as the spell, the only difference is the range and duration.

According to Flitwick's original words, he had never taught a little wizard with such magic power at the age of 12.

In Pansy's eyes, the appreciation for Vincent was like a slap on his own face.

But Daphne, her best friend since she was a child, behaved exactly like yesterday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"You've been bewitched. A man of such despicable blood as Wayne cannot be called a wizard at all."

She clenched her small fists and sat down, "They are thieves who stole magic from us.

You should have heard about the Chamber of Secrets, right?The grown-ups felt that Wayne had not only tarnished the honor of our pure-bloods, but Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of the school. "

Neither Dumbledore nor the Ministry of Magic concealed the Chamber of Secrets, but did not disclose the existence of Jormgund.

Even so, Vincent's title of "snake hunter" reminded the students of the basilisk.

The children of the five "orthodox" pure-blood families who believe in pure-blood supremacy are all in Slytherin House.

Daphne's eyes remained firm, "We've been bound by the past for too long, it's time to open our eyes and see the truth."

"What truth!" Pansy clenched her fists tightly, "The truth is that they don't deserve to stand with us, and Wayne is a Mudblood who should have disappeared from the magic world a long time ago!"

"Pansy, actually we—"

"Listen up, Daphne." She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down,

"We will find a way to deal with Astoria, you must not be used by his kind of scum."

Daphne's lips were trembling slightly, "He has the endorsements of Nicole Flamel and Albus Dumbledore."

"A stupid old man who is hundreds of years old and close to Muggles?" Pansy's eyes were full of disdain,

"They're all dead, the future belongs to Della—our black swan!"

"But you can't deny that they are still at the top." Daphne's body was trembling slightly,

"Sorry, but I can see hope in Wayne."

"Just a false hope!"

"Perhaps." She clasped her trembling little hands together, "but like Professor Flitwick said, Wayne will definitely do great things in the future.

Not only him, even Granger's excellence can blur the boundaries of bloodlines. "

When Pansy heard Hermione's name, the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

"You think so? You disappoint me, Daphne!"

"I—" Daphne lowered her head with gloomy eyes, "Me too, Pansy."

"Get out!" Pansy pointed angrily at the half-open door, "Daphne Greengrass, we are no longer friends!"

She was angry and angry, but there was a trace of expectation in her eyes.

Playing together since childhood, such a relationship is hard to let go.

But she failed.

Daphne walked out without saying a word, and didn't even look back at the end.

"Daphne? How do you—" Blaise almost bit his tongue as he walked towards the Black Swan activity room.

Because as a senior member of the club, she was supposed to be on the same front, but she actually stepped into the opposite court of owls.

Countless questions popped up in his mind in an instant, but they were quickly replaced by rage.

"She's a traitor!" Pansy pointed at Daphne's back, "Brace, she betrayed us!"

"Stop!" Blaise grabbed Daphne's little hand, "Is it true that Pansy said you betrayed us?"

"If you think it's a betrayal, then it's a betrayal."

He raised his other hand and was caught in the air just as he was about to fall.

"Wayne!"

Vincent increased his strength slightly, "Please let go of our potential members, Zabini."

Blaise's wrist was in excruciating pain.

He gritted his teeth, "Is this your plan? Wayne!

It is insidious enough to try to divide us! "

"It's not as insidious as you." Vincent pushed his knee up and hit his stomach, "You are a traitor if you keep your mouth shut, you are too selfish."

Blaise let go of the pain and covered his stomach, "Wayne, I'm not afraid to tell you, including Dumbledore, all of you—"

"Brace!" Pansy cut him sharply.

"How's everything going?" Vincent let go of his hand, grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, "Let me think--

Are you planning to buy other school managers and turn Hogwarts into your backyard? "

Blaise struggled in a panic, panting heavily: "Don't—don't label us indiscriminately, that's what you are—planned like this."

Vincent threw him into the corridor outside with no expression on his face. "I can probably understand your feelings. After all, everyone wants to have privileges."

Daphne, who was standing beside her, had red eyes and didn't raise her head the whole time.

Some people enjoy it and don't want to wake up, and some people find the answer in thinking.

Blaise, who was lying on the ground, and Pansy, who was beside him, stared at his back fiercely.

"Wayne! This is the world of magic!"

Vincent glanced back, "Then let's compete whose magic is better."

He stopped in front of Daphne, "Greengrass, do you want to join my club?"

Hermione, who was behind the playroom door, let go of her tightly furrowed brow.

It's not the appointed time yet, but this is a very good opportunity.

It's not that I was angry, but I calmly analyzed it.

"I—I don't know." Daphne still didn't look up.

Vincent looked towards the stairwell.

Blaise and Pansy should be snitching.

The same college, the same dormitory, the same dormitory.

"No one will do anything to you."

Daphne looked up and saw a confident face.

Behind him, there are faces with the same expression.

"Wayne—" her eyes were a little wet, and she choked for a long time.

"Pure-bloods are not limited to them and this group of annoying ghosts~" Fred patted his small chest, "Shouldn't the few obey the majority~"

George put his arm around his shoulders. "The bad guys have gone to Azkaban, so we're right."

Those present belonged to the Holy 28 families, and the Weasleys alone had five children.

Add Hufflepuff's Hannah Abbott and Ernie MacMillan, and the Court of Owls has seven or eight.

Neville, who seemed to be forgotten, squeezed forward, revealing a big blank face.

8 vs. 6, or 9 vs. 5?

Daphne's eyes became firm again, "I want to join, join the court of owls."

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