Hogwarts: I Can Still Learn

The train was still moving, making a "squeaky" sound.

The vast expanse of picturesque wilderness outside the window keeps throwing back.

But Vincent was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery at all. He huddled in the corner of the carriage, not daring to move.

The other person in the carriage was minding his own business - obviously, he couldn't see Vincent.

If I had to describe Vincent's current situation, it would probably be:

What should I do if I'm stuck on a train and can't get off?Waiting online, it's quite urgent...

He didn't know how long it would take for the car to arrive, but he just felt... his body felt sore after standing for a long time...

And... I'm so hungry...

He came to the train station with the Weasley family in the morning, and he hadn't even eaten lunch yet.

As far as he knew, the Hogwarts Express seemed to arrive after dark...

Not to mention how he would explain himself after arriving at Hogwarts, and then how he would come back.

He felt that before that, he might starve to death in this car...

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Damn coin toss, it killed me!

Vincent was in a daze for a while, and then he began to observe Bloch.

This man didn't have any scars on his hands or neck, but only on his face, which was so burned that his original appearance was almost invisible.

It's like... I made my face like this on purpose...

Vincent tried to imagine him throwing a fire spell at his face, or pouring a cup of concentrated sulfuric acid on his face, or deliberately landing on his face when he threw himself on the street...

Hiss——, Vincent shuddered.

Is this a grudge against his own face or something...

No matter which one it is, it’s not something humans can do!

Vincent silently retracted his speculation that Bloch was deliberately disfigured.

Probably... no one would be so cruel...

If there really is, it can only be a lunatic...

He looked at Bloch again. This guy had a pretty normal IQ.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has been

I was flipping through a textbook and writing down something from time to time.

This... is probably preparing lessons...

It was said that class was going to start tomorrow, but he actually started preparing for the class now!

Vincent suddenly remembered those ruthless people who didn't start their summer homework until the last day of summer vacation.

He originally thought that teachers would not suffer from this kind of procrastination.

But I didn’t expect that the teacher did the same thing!

"Dark Power: A Guide to Self-Defense", Vincent has read this book a long time ago, and now it seems that it is a good introductory book on defense against black magic.

However, this is the official textbook of Hogwarts!

He has learned them all...

Then when he takes Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts... wouldn't it be boring?

No, not only the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but also Potions, Transfiguration, and Charms classes... will all be boring!

There is one more reason for not wanting to go to school...

Do you want to find something for yourself to do then?

Seeing that Professor Bloch did not notice his presence, Vincent couldn't help but start to wander.

Just keep swimming...I'm feeling sleepy...

He tried very hard not to fall asleep. In a daze, he seemed to smell some vaguely familiar sweet smell...

Of course Vincent cannot sleep. Once he falls asleep, the magic on his body will disappear, and once this person discovers him, the consequences will be disastrous...

It wouldn't matter to anyone else, but this is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!

These days, because of Voldemort's spells, it doesn't pose any threat to the lives of students, so I feel embarrassed to say that I teach defense against dark arts...

Thinking of this, Vincent regained consciousness for a while. After an unknown amount of time, when his upper and lower eyelids started fighting again, the train was finally about to pull into the station.

Vincent breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the little wizards in the next car starting to stir.

Maintaining a spell for more than six hours was a heavy load on his body.

If the car arrived any later, he might not be able to hold on.

The car stopped, and the little wizards in black magic robes poured out of the car one after another, but Professor Bloch frowned and showed no intention of moving...

You go!Why don't you just leave?

Are you planning to spend the night here tonight or what?

Vincent roared silently.

But it was useless for him to be anxious. At this time, he was exhausted both physically and mentally, and he couldn't take out the magic restoration potion to drink in front of this person - he himself had the Disillusionment Curse, but not the magic potion. !

Just take it out like that... isn't that an act of committing suicide?

Bloch sat for a while longer, and then slowly stood up after everyone in the car was almost gone.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at the corner where Vincent was staying, and then walked out of the car.

!!!

Vincent broke into a cold sweat when he saw him.

It won't be discovered!

It's snowing heavily outside, and the wind is so strong that it can blow people up into the sky.

As soon as Bloch left with his front foot, Vincent's body appeared from the corner of the carriage.

It's not that he is careless, but that the consumption of magic power has really reached its limit.

Not caring about waiting for Bloch to walk away, he took out a bottle of magic recovery potion and prepared to drink it.

"Bang!" A strange force knocked the bottle to the ground.

Bloch's unrecognizable face returned to the carriage door at some point.

It was indeed discovered!

There was nothing that could be done about it. Bloch must have discovered him a long time ago. Even if he still had the magic power to maintain the illusion spell, he would definitely come back to take another look. There was no way he could avoid it.

Vincent instantly became alert, and a cedar wand appeared in his hand.

What to do, do you want to fight?He doesn't have any magic power now...

Through the dim light of the carriage, Bloch saw clearly the solemn expression on Vincent's young face.

"First grade?" There was uncontrollable surprise in his tone.

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly, "Dumbledore thinks too highly of you, or does he look down on me..."

???

What the hell?

Vincent narrowed his eyes in confusion and wanted to take a step back, but his back hit the wall first.

As Bloch spoke, he pointed his wand at him and stepped closer. The ferocious face gradually enlarged in Vincent's pupils.

"That old guy sent you here, right?" Seeing that Vincent didn't answer, he wasn't annoyed. Instead, he patiently asked the second and third questions.

"What did he find? Huh?"

"..."

Vincent actually wanted to say that the two things who sent him were called Fred and George. They just discovered that the dent on the top of your hat is just enough to carry a gold galleons...

"Don't tell me?"

Bloch's eyes suddenly widened, and Vincent knew that he might be using Legilimency.

cut!It's just Legilimency, don't be afraid!He was so frightened that he thought this guy was going to hit him with the Cruciatus Curse to force him to confess!The result...is this?

If nothing else, Vincent still has some confidence in his Occlumency.

Generally speaking, withdrawn and aloof people are more likely to master Occlumency.Vincent doesn't look very cold, but he is indeed quite lonely. Perhaps because of this, his practice of Legilimency and Occlumency went surprisingly smoothly.

To put it bluntly, Legilimency is a skill that requires brain power.Whoever has better technology can see the other person's thoughts and even memories.

In this situation, when it is clear that he has no magic power, the enemy does not chant a spell to knock you down directly, but insists on comparing your wits with you. Isn't this stupid?

Come on, fool, tell me what's going on in your head...

"Hogwarts: I Can Still Learn"