This Hogwarts is not normal

Apparition is learned, but it can't be used as it pleases.

After the fourth success, Vincent was exhausted.

Mental and physical exhaustion.

The distance that can be transferred is less than ten meters, and the number of times cannot exceed four.

But this is just the beginning, everything will be fine.

Returning to the cliff just now, Sam immediately left Vincent on his shoulders.

The fifth attempt just now really failed. Fortunately, there was no serious split.

The missing left arm is protected by mana, it just needs to be connected in time, and at most it will bleed a little.

In such a weak state, Sam couldn't help laughing:

"Wayne, I just told you not to overestimate yourself, look, something happened~"

Vincent sat up from the edge of the cliff with difficulty.

Just a little, just a little bit about to fall.

"Hey - if I fall to my death, you will never be able to sleep peacefully in your life."

Sam supported him, with a reluctant expression on his face, "Don't worry, I will definitely take you away before you fall to the bottom."

"Don't worry, the first time I became a ghost, I went to the Woolworth Building to find Mr. Graves."

"Ahem—next time, I will definitely prevent you from dropping your arm in advance."

"Goo—" His stomach rang as soon as he finished speaking, this promise was completely unconvincing.

"What are you looking at, I just vomited not long ago!"

Vincent rolled his eyes, and took off a small cloth bag with a traceless stretching spell,

"There's something to eat in it, and I'll continue when I'm almost recovered."

Sam nodded casually, and took out various delicacies from the small cloth bag.

Roast beef, roast chicken, fried sausages, stew, honey tart, raisin pudding, chocolate puffs...

"Wow - where did you get these?"

"School kitchen."

He tore off a large piece of mutton leg, "The taste is just like that."

"Don't eat if you can."

"Being hungry all the time distracts me."

Vincent dared to swear to Merlin's portrait, if not for his current poor condition, Sam would have turned into a pig's head now.

But to sneak attack an adult wizard who has enough mana to apparate across continents, has a magic wand in hand, and seems to have a bright future...

He had a strong feeling that the opportunity was next Saturday, at the Three Broomsticks.

Practice in the afternoon went very well.

The same is 5 times, all without split body.

And when it was over, he was no longer as weak as he was in the morning.

When he returned to Hogsmeade, Vincent had already put on the black cloak.

"Tut tsk tsk~" Sam looked at his outfit seriously for the first time,

"Dressing up like this in broad daylight means that Ms. Rosmerta is used to strong winds and waves, otherwise you would have been arrested."

"Have you learned how to transform the human body at my age?"

"Tch—" Sam curled his lips, "Your boy is a monster.

People who are only a little fart now have mana almost at the level of an adult wizard. "

The near-death experience can not only enhance one's affinity for magic, but even accelerate the growth of mana to a certain extent.

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Vincent raised his hand and pointed to his forehead, "Have you ever heard that 'genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration'?"

"If it were really that simple, a genius wouldn't be a genius." Sam looked contemptuous,

"Don't listen to such comforting words, the world is very big."

"Then do you know who said that?"

"I don't care who he is."

"It was said by one of your Muggle traders in America."

Sam suddenly seemed to change his face, "Yo - that sounds quite philosophical."

The corner of Vincent's mouth raised slightly, "In fact, he still has the second half of the sentence:

'But that 1% of inspiration is the most important, even more important than 99% of sweat'. "

Sam raised his big face slightly, "I like to hear this, a genius is a genius, and you can't catch up with it by working hard."

"Right, so he registered the patent for the light bulb and became the one who invented the light bulb in history."

"Forehead--"

"Do you think the inspiration for inventing the light bulb is more important, or the inspiration for registering a patent?"

"Of course it was the invention of the electric light!" Sam seemed to change his face again, and began to scold the businessman severely.

"I think so too." Vincent looked at him with a smile,

"I'm sure Mr. Graves will be very pleased that you realize that."

The same is inspiration, the former is respected, the latter is despised.

The person who invented the light bulb does not know what the purpose is, but the registration of the patent must be for personal gain.

Sam, who understood, came to his senses.

This is to say that he can obviously be respected, but he chooses a path of contempt.

"Wayne, you kid must be possessed by some old monster, right?"

Vincent nodded again, "The main reason is that I have a sense of crisis, and I don't just idle around like you."

"Are you kid turning a corner and scolding me?"

"No, I just gave you a little suggestion."

Despite the double age difference, Sam always felt that he was the elder.

It's paying bail to catch people, and it's calculating part-time jobs to pay off debts.

Shet!

It turned out to be reminding myself that I owed a lot of favors.

"It's nothing, I'll go back first."

"Go away!" Sam cursed as he walked into Hogsmeade.

No matter how unreliable, the most basic character is still there.

Next week's Illegal Apparition class, just be a little more attentive.

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Vincent returned to the castle in a good mood.

Sam's character is like a ball, he doesn't bother to move forward without kicking it.

Today is considered lucky, but there is no danger.

Walking into the club, the third grade competition is over.

The two players who advanced were Cormac McLaggen and Katie Bell.

They once participated in the Quidditch trials, but unfortunately they failed due to various reasons.

But both are substitutes, a goalkeeper and a chaser.

To be able to advance to the top 14 of the academy, at least there is a bonus.

The black swan on the opposite side is generous, as long as you sign up, you will get 10 Galleons, and if you win a game, you will get another 50 Galleons.

Lucius really raced against the clock when a campus Saiken offered 15 yuan.

Then, it's time to strike.

after dinner,

The big boiler went to that one, and the daily copper and iron smelting officially started.

Until the curfew time, a total of about 40 kilograms of alloy came out.

With 4000 cards a day, school alone is definitely not enough.

The foundries in France and Japan have already been completed, and it is definitely not possible to rely on this to supply the four markets.

It's not impossible to hand over the formula, the key is that the alchemist is hard to find.

If an entire Muggle production line is reproduced...

The cost is too high, Gwent brand is only a small business after all.

After dawn.

Vincent receives a letter from France.

It was Devine who wrote the letter, routinely inquiring about the real release time, followed by a table of the value of a French wizard card.

The rise is gratifying, almost two-thirds of that of the United Kingdom.

Those card merchants who used to do reselling business in the early stage, I am afraid that they have already made a lot of money.

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