This Hogwarts is not normal

As always, in a dark and dank dungeon.

With a dark face, Snape looked at the "seriously injured" Blaise.

"Is there any witness?"

"I am." Pansy gritted her teeth, "Professor, Wayne started everything. Without him, the damned Mudblood, Daphne wouldn't have—"

"Shut up!" Snape, who didn't want to care about this at all, was frighteningly gloomy,

"Look at you, you still want to keep Greengrass with this little talent?"

Both Blaise and Pansy were terrified.

"Get out of here quickly!

I don't want to see hopeless idiots! "

As soon as the two of them ran out of the office in desperation, the door was slammed shut.

There was unconcealable sadness in Snape's dark eyes.

Perhaps to awaken a certain memory, the wand pulled it out completely and put it into a small transparent bottle.

"Knock, knock—" The knock on the door sounded inappropriately.

"Professor Snape, are you there?"

This voice, he will never forget in his life.

"If I'm not here, I'll come in~"

Snape yanked the door open as he slid past.

Vincent outside almost jumped up in fright.

Opening the door with a swish, a big gloomy face suddenly appeared in front of him.

If another person came over, he might be scared to pee.

"I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now."

Snape was about to close the door when Vincent put his foot out just in time to block it.

"Professor, did someone report me just now?"

"No."

"Impossible, I just saw them when I came here, and their foreheads were still sweating coldly."

Blaise and Pansy must be deflated.

I'm all my own, so I'll do you a favor~

"You want to ask me for help?" Snape sneered, "Wayne, I didn't expect you to ask for help sometimes."

Vincent rolled his eyes, "It's fine if you don't help, I'll go to Professor Dumbledore."

"and many more--"

He had a bright smile of success.

It doesn't matter if you help or not, anyway, there is a trump card at the bottom of the box.

Snape's expression was particularly complicated.

Although Dumbledore didn't say anything, just looking at Harry's state these two days, everyone knew that something big had happened.

Tomorrow is Wednesday, and there happens to be a Potions class in the morning.

The routine is very troublesome, and there is a high probability that nothing will be done.

The little bastard in front of him was annoying, but at least he was easier to deal with than Dumbledore.

"Greengrass will be transferred to another dormitory, one that will not be disturbed."

Since he is so knowledgeable, Vincent will reveal a little bit of information.

"The previous diary was Tom's Horcrux. The reason why Harry can speak Parseltongue is actually because 12 years ago——"

"I see!" Snape slammed the door shut.

Vincent blinked blankly, and then realized the fact that he was almost hit on the nose.

The old bat is really an old bat, and he has to be dismounted after helping a lot.

Petty and grudge.

He swears and walks out of the dungeon, mentally consummating Saturday's actions again.

Take what should be taken, and take what should not be taken.

In the office, Snape had been standing still since the door was closed.

His expression was particularly painful, as if recalling some sad past.

Some people forget completely when they pull out their memories, while others gradually recall them over time.

After a while, the wand pulled out a memory again.

It's the same length and size as before, and possibly the same content.

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Owl Court Activity Room.

When Vincent entered with Mag's approval slip, the students burst into cheers.

"Party on!" Fred and George skipped out.

Behind them was a large group of students.

Daphne, who just arrived, did not expect the style here to be like this.

After a little booing, the president decided to hold a welcome party.

The vice president nodded in agreement, and the other cadres didn't have much opinion.

If it is a black swan, it is impossible to fight with the members.

"You'll get used to it soon." Hermione sat across the table from her. "It's a perfect place to relax after intense study."

Daphne looked around.

The ring was occupied by Cedric and Rove, and they were still talking about revenge;

Vincent guides from below, occasionally giving a bad idea with a smile;

Qiu and Marietta were sitting together, and there was still a ball of brown hair lying on the table;

Davis, who joined a day earlier, was yelling, and it seemed that he was tricked by Percy on the opposite side when he was just playing cards;

Hannah, Justin, and Ernie sat together, each holding what seemed to be a cookbook;

Parvati and her younger sister Padma were chatting with Lavender, and they would glance at the ring shyly from time to time;

Preoccupied Harry and Ron were playing cards;

James was holding a comic book, and Alfred and Neville beside him were peeking at it with red faces.

In the past, she had viewed the Court of Owls with a critical eye.

A club without a threshold is bound to be chaotic.

The fact is the same.

The black swan was quiet, either exchanging learning experience, or talking about recent major events in the magic world.

But now she doesn't feel that the place is noisy and chaotic. Instead, she feels the warmth from the members who show their true feelings.

No more scheming and scheming, no more wearing a mask called hypocrisy.

"I like it here, Granger."

Hermione smiled and took a small metal ball from the white semicircular bag.

She pressed the magic rune engraved on it, and the metal ball melted into a long scroll.

"After writing your name on it, you are a full member of our court of owls."

Daphne pulled back the scroll in surprise.

Such a delicate touch can only be precious Mithril.

She looked at the magic rune on the top, and she always felt a little familiar.

"This is Vincent's." Hermione pouted as if remembering something, "he uses this to encrypt every potion treatise.

Although I don't think it can hold fifteen inches of content, Professor Snape gives it an 'O' every time. "

This sentence is sour and a little uncomfortable.

Daphne took the quill she handed over, and always felt that the white bag was not simple.

"It casts the Untraceable Stretch Charm, doesn't it?"

Hermione hesitated, "Yes, he made it."

When Daphne Greengrass's name was written in full, the mithril paper automatically retracted into the scroll.

"Come on, this is for you."

Daphne stared blankly at the small round badge in her palm.

"The owl above is Goo Goo, our club mascot."

She looked over to Cho and Marietta.

If nothing else, that ball of brown-haired meat is Gu Gu.

Hermione followed her gaze, her little face couldn't help but feel a little hot, "It's all Vincent's fault, every time he said he wanted to lose weight, he couldn't last for less than two days."

"No, I think it's cute." Daphne put the badge on the school robe on her chest, "It fits Wayne's style very well."

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