This Hogwarts is not normal

Those who understand will naturally understand, those who pretend to understand may understand in the future, and those who do not understand will never understand.

After the whole class, there were very few students who could successfully cast the driving spell.

Dorje walked out of the classroom with an expectant smile.

He believes that this class will definitely change a lot.

"Hmph—you're just lucky, Wayne!"

Draco walked past Vincent's desk.

"Malfoy, do you think I will challenge unfamiliar territory?"

Mispronouncing one syllable of the levitation spell will turn it into a cow-calling spell, but in a sense it is actually a kind of exploration.

It is one thing to be sure, but more importantly, courage.

Vincent stood up without even looking over.

He walked out of the classroom and turned around as if remembering something.

He reached out his left hand and took hold of the alder wand flying from the drawer.

Draco instantly turned into a clown.

You don't need to chant spells to cast spells, and you can get your wand back by reaching out.

From the perspective of mana level alone, Vincent has a minimum of sixth grade.

"Old Man's luck has always been good." James walked past Draco mockingly,

"He's not like some idiots who know that they can't beat them but still bite the bullet."

Alfred glanced as he walked by.

Trembling with anger, he looked like he was about to faint at any moment.

"Old Zhan, don't tell me, this is actually a display of courage."

He suddenly turned his head and smiled, "It's just that I'm a little stupid, and I don't always get a lesson."

Neville laughed out loud and squealed.

The little lions counted as one, and all of them laughed.

The familiar feeling is back.

Draco clenched his fists and ran straight out of the classroom.

Crabbe and Goyle squeezed through the crowd at the first time, and hurriedly chased after them.

Blaise was angry, too, but more out of humiliation.

Pansy, who was going to do something to get revenge and went back, saw Daphne and Hermione walking out of the classroom together, and the expression on her face became even more ferocious.

Go ahead and laugh!

There is a time to cry sooner or later!

Vincent who returned to the activity room didn't know what happened afterwards.

Until I heard the hearty laughter of the little lions.

All right, the bonus is going to increase again.

Unsurprisingly, Wizards made a big announcement on Saturday.

20 Galleons is more than enough to hold a national competition.

"Dude, are you going out again?"

"In the future, I will probably go out once a week."

Fred and George covered their hearts and said in grief: "No, you can't be so ruthless!"

Vincent habitually squeezed their big faces away with his hands, "I have to learn a little running magic, the kind I couldn't learn in school."

The twins shook his hand tacitly,

"Don't leave us~"

"Ahem——it's the same when you find Rove."

Apparition is a magic that students in grades six and seven learn. If it's just a simple learning, Vincent doesn't need to go to Sam.

The key is intercontinental.

"It's boring~" Seeing his firm attitude, Fred and George gave up their plan to follow him.

Convenience is convenience, but even if you learn it, you can't use it in school.

Go through the secret passage and come out quietly from Honeydukes' cellar.

The snow in Hogsmeade has melted, and it is really conspicuous to walk around in a black cloak.

Fortunately, the place he was going to was not far away, just outside the Three Broomsticks bar.

Vincent arrived on time, but he didn't even see Sam's shadow.

Walking into a bar with no customers in a good mood, he immediately spotted the drunk man.

The owner of the store, Ms. Rosmerta, is sitting next to her. Although she looks at least 40 years old, she still has a charming appearance and figure.

She gently pulled Sam up so that he, who was lying on the table, could lean back on the chair.

Vincent thought of a lot at this moment.

"Ahem—ma'am, he's my friend."

Rosmerta looked suspiciously.

Tall and thin, with a deep voice, wearing a black cloak, it is impossible to see what he looks like.

Vincent took out a bottle of green hangover cure, "This is the potion I prepared, he will wake up soon."

Brutally opened Sam's big mouth, and directly poured down the whole bottle.

"Mr. Chavez has been here since morning." Rosmerta looked away distressedly,

"He drank almost a gallon of red currant rum, I've never seen anyone drink that much."

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Vincent looked at the wooden goblet on the table.

There is also a little red wine, I am afraid that adding these will be enough for 1 gallon.

Approximately equal to 4.5 liters, or rum as beer.

Sam burped suddenly, as if he was about to wake up.

"He must be giving you a headache?"

"It's okay." Ms. Rosmerta chuckled, "Mr. Chavez is very interesting. I like the stories he tells."

It's fine to say the name, but drink some wine and tell stories everywhere?

Vincent swore that if this person went in again, he would not pay bail if he was killed.

"Well——" Sam looked up, looking very uncomfortable.

Rosmerta clapped his hands, and a wooden barrel flew over from the bar.

She straightened Sam's head. "This—sir? Can you help?"

"Of course it's okay." Vincent held back his nausea, stabilized his shoulder with one hand, and then stabbed his belly with an elbow.

"Ouch—" Sam spat out.

The undigested breakfast mixed with rum, this indescribable smell hits the soul directly.

Those customers who came for a drink in broad daylight all covered their mouths and ran out of the bar.

Vincent with a stiff face regretted it.

If he had known that something like this would happen, he would have made an appointment elsewhere.

No, from the moment you step into the bar, you should turn around and go back to the castle.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he slapped Sam directly.

"Sir?" Ms. Rosmerta was taken aback.

"Chavez hasn't paid yet, has he?"

"Er—yes."

The "snap" was another big mouth.

"Ma'am, I'm waking him up."

Her eyelids twitched.

It's more like an enemy than a friend.

The pain was so painful that Mimihuhu opened his eyes, and he didn't seem to want to stop.

The first time Sam woke up, he felt his face hurt and hot.

He tried to struggle, but he was exhausted.

"There is nothing wrong with my medicine, it should be because he was too drunk."

Vincent slapped two more big hands, and then pressed him to the chair with some unfinished business.

Purple as red, Bradley would be pleased to see it.

"ass—"

The "snap" was another big mouth.

Sam, who didn't curse, glared at the cloaked man in front of him.

He has no grudges, why did he slap him so many times.

"Ma'am, how much is the drink?"

"A total of 1 Galleon and 13 Sickles."

Vincent took the change, "I'm really sorry today, I promise he won't do this again in the future."

"It's okay." Rosmerta picked up a hot towel,

"Mr. Chavez, this will be much better on the face."

Sam, who was covered with a hot towel by her, suddenly remembered something.

The only ones who knew that he had gone to England were the Wayne family, and the only one who invited him to come here today was Vincent.

"Wayne!?"

"Clap clap clap-"

With a hot towel, it really didn't hurt like before.

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