This Hogwarts is not normal

"Wayne?" Rosmerta covered his mouth.

Is this 1-meter tall cloaked man in front of him really that 8-year-old Vincent Wayne?

It is said that Muggles have a kind of food that grows fast. Could it be that this is the reason why magic is more magical than magic?

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After a crackling beating, Sam was obviously a lot more honest.

"Ma'am, we still have something to do." Vincent turned and pushed open the door of the bar.

No explanation is the best explanation.

Sam returned the towel covering his face to Rosmerta,

"Beautiful lady, next time I will tell you the story of my adventure in the South American jungle."

His big, red and purple face was not swollen, probably because of the frequent beatings.

"The South American jungle?" Vincent understood immediately, "Could you have been hiding there before?"

"I didn't hide!" Sam rubbed his sore and hot face as he walked, "I'm going on vacation!"

"There's no vacation without money."

"Leave me alone!"

Rosmerta watched them bickering, throwing out the outrageous thoughts just now.

Sam was about 25 years old, how could he not fight back after being slapped so many times by Vincent, who was half his age.

It's funny and humorous, and it doesn't seem like a masochist.

Wayne is not a rare surname, maybe this is a relatively low-key wizard with the same surname as Wayne.

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A cliff outside Hogsmeade,

Sam is giving Vincent the tips for Apparating.

"Don't believe what the school and the Ministry of Magic say. Memorizing so many things will only make it more complicated."

He suddenly disappeared into a black and white vortex, and suddenly appeared behind Vincent.

There was no sign, not even a wand raised, just a brief "crack".

"Figure out where you want to go, then relax your body, and you're done."

With a "crack", Sam came back again.

Vincent's face was stiff and his expression was quite unnatural, "If it's as simple as you said, they still have the nerve to charge 12 galleons for tuition?"

"Oh, this is the wages of those who pick up your bodies."

Once the failure occurs, the limbs are broken, and blood is everywhere, 12 Galleons is really a conscience price.

Sam sat down on the spot, "Hurry up and find out how you feel, and don't splash blood on me later."

With a "snap", Vincent slapped himself a big mouth.

Originally, he thought that this person is unreliable everywhere, and he must be more reliable when dealing with magic.

After the reality slapped him, he had to slap himself.

"The agreed three 'D's!"

The surprised Sam's eyes became more and more contemptuous, "Wayne, are you an ordinary wizard?"

destination - target

determination - determination

deliberation - deliberate

If it was another little wizard, even if he owed his life, he would not agree to teach him.

As long as you show the momentum to solve Furacan, not to mention the first success, at least you won't lose your head.

Vincent raised his head, "With your unreliable appearance, how do you tell me to relax?"

"Aren't you a master of Occlumency? Can't you take the initiative to regulate your emotions?"

"I was born with it, so I don't know how to regulate my emotions."

Sam froze for a moment, "You said it was born, isn't it born?"

"Makes sense."

It is already an illegal course, and there is definitely no way to guarantee safety.

Vincent drew out his wand, "If I'm gone, I'll be annoying you every day as a ghost."

He took a deep breath, and suddenly reached out to Sam.

"what?"

"Using my wand will trigger Zongsi."

"That's it?" Sam stood up reluctantly, "Just go to a place that the Ministry of Magic can't monitor."

"where--"

Before he finished speaking, Vincent, who was pressed by his shoulders, appeared to a vast desert.

"Where is this?"

"Africa, the northern part of the Sahara desert closest to Europe."

The sky is blue and the earth is yellow, and the sun is scorching.

Vincent, who took off his cloak, lifted the body deformation, "I'm starting."

"Let's go." Sam waved his hand, and then heard a "cracking" sound.

He turned in the direction and looked behind him, staring at the head on the sand with his mouth wide open.

"Google—"

The head fell off, but even Merlin couldn't save it.

Wait - still blink?

Sam, who was sweating profusely, quickly looked back to where Vincent was standing just now.

The body is not there, it turned out to be a success.

"Scared me to death!" He slapped his heart,

"Wayne, if your kid is still alive, squeak!"

Vincent was in no mood to talk to him.

With this time, it is better to relive the feeling just now.

When the end point is imagined in the mind, the mana that belongs to him will cover the entire body surface like the illusion spell.

The moment he plucked up the courage to spin, he seemed to enter a dark space that was countless times wider than the desert.

There was nothing there, nothing to see.

Can't feel the body, can't feel anything.

According to Rove, who has attended the course, this is entering a "void state."

There are gaps in the real world, gaps invisible to the naked eye.

It didn't take long for Vincent to be "squeezed" out.

After recovering his sensory abilities, he felt his whole body was sore, and his brain was still dizzy as if he was severely hypoxic.

The body should be due to being squeezed out of the sand, and the lack of oxygen may be due to the "empty state".

That space is a vacuum like the universe, and not even matter is allowed to exist.

The soul—or the spirit is connected to this space, but the body enters the gap between the real world?

If the goal is not firm enough, will the spirit stay in it?

If the determination is not thorough enough, the body will not remain intact when it is "squeezed" out?

If the mentality is not calm enough, Apparation will fail?

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable Vincent closed his eyes to concentrate, and then appeared above Sam's head.

His whole body was pressed down.

"Fuck!" Sam pushed him aside hard,

"Warning me before you apparate, you bastard!"

Vincent turned over and sat up, still ignoring him.

That mysterious space is too dangerous, if you want to stay longer, you will be "pulled" out by some kind of force.

Much like repairing a broken broom, and when using magic in a spirit state.

When apparating, the mana covering the whole body protects the spirit and body at all times.

"I want to go to a farther place, do I need more mana, clearer goals, more thorough determination, and more calmness?"

Cursing Sam picked up the wand he had just dropped,

"It's about the same. The principle of the follower's appearance is to reserve one more person. Don't go too far away."

From this point of view, he still has a place to rely on.

No, it should be said that Vincent's hangover potion is reliable.

If they were not so clear-headed when they came, there might not even be someone to collect their bodies.

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