This Hogwarts is not normal

At first, Percy didn't think the duel could go on smoothly.

But Marcus, the prefect of Slytherin, unexpectedly appeared in front of him.

"Get out of the way, Flint!"

The tall and strong Marcus stood in front of him, "Weasley, why should I listen to you!"

Both are prefects, and their power is equal.

Percy can crush each other academically, but he is crushed hard in terms of size.

Students having wizard duels in the auditorium?

Just as his eyes looked over, Vincent's wand was raised.

"Disarm you—"

Although not very proficient, after all, I have witnessed enough times with my own eyes.

Draco staggered back two steps, the wand in his hand flew forward.

"I won, Malfoy."

In an instant, the auditorium was very lively.

The Muggle-born Vincent defeated the noble-born Draco in an instant.

But if the origin is thrown away, the result is of course obvious.

The two people with completely opposite personalities, tempers, dealing with people, and learning attitudes seem to have already decided their ending.

It was difficult for Draco to admit that he had lost, or that he had lost in full view.

He clenched his fists furiously and rushed forward.

Now he doesn't need to be calm,

He just wanted to get the place back.

However, with a contemptuous look in his eyes, Vincent easily held down the imposing fist with his right hand holding the opponent's wand.

Hearing the non-stop boos around him, Draco made a very irrational move.

"Let go of your dirty hands, you stinking Mudblood!"

"Fack!" Alfred, who was eating melons, stood up angrily.

So was Ron and the twins.

"What does that mean?" Hermione looked at James questioningly.

He is also confused because of his mixed race background. .seven

Vincent didn't know what it meant, but he also knew it wouldn't be a good word.

"Get the hell out of here, Flint!" Percy pushed Marcus hard, "Don't you try to stop me!"

Even Percy, who was excellent in his studies and only wanted to climb up, was like this. The word "mudblood" was definitely insulting.

Seeing the Gryffindors rushing towards them, a small group of Slytherins stood in front of them.

"Damn it, I must teach you a lesson today!"

Fred and George each held a large dung egg and threw it towards the few people blocking the way.

Alfred pinched his nose and went around, elbowing Marcus who was holding Percy on the back.

"Damn bad guy, the school will expel you, Malfoy!"

In pain, Marcus brought up Percy and bumped into him.

Alfred fell to the ground after being hit in the chest.

He sat up shaking his head, and ran over again with Neville.

The closest Hufflepuffs, almost all behind Cedric and Rove, surrounded Draco, who was still trying to pump his fist.

Vincent thought he was here to persuade a fight, so he let go of his right hand.

He threw the wand to Draco who had just stood still, "It turns out that bloodline does not represent a person's magical ability."

"Wayne—" Rove hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter? Isn't it just a curse word."

Resisting the urge to beat Draco up in the past, Cedric explained the meaning behind the word.

"This is an extremely disrespectful title, and after the split—"

"Cedric, stop talking!"

Vincent was a little surprised that Rove, who has always been easy-going, became so angry because of a title.

Take mudblood apart, if blood refers to Muggle-born blood, then mud refers to mud, which can be understood as lowly.

The word Mudblood is probably a disparaging term for Muggle-borns by wizards.

The anxiety that suddenly rose on Draco's face also proved that this title should be a forbidden word that cannot be easily uttered in the wizarding world.

"That's it?" Vincent had heard many more lethal names than this in his previous life.

"The person who coined this word really has to be capable, and he will not use this insulting way to set off himself."

If you can't beat them, you will scold them, like a little bastard.

Where is the truth?

Truth is within the range of the cannon.

Vincent, who was not angry, even felt very honored from the bottom of his heart.

Neither Cedric nor Rove expected his mentality to be so good.

But when they thought about it carefully, they took it for granted.

"Eat my foot, stinky horse dung!"

Ron jumped up high and put his foot on Draco's lower back.

As soon as her white and tender face touched the marble floor, the door of the auditorium was opened from the outside.

Snape, who was exuding a cold aura, just showed his face, and the entire auditorium fell silent.

"Smelly horse dung! How dare you say that word!"

Only Ron was still riding Draco and pumping his fists.

"stop!"

McGonagall, who was behind Snape, yelled, and Ron let go of Draco who was about to turn into a pig's head.

"Mr. Weasley, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation."

"Professor, Malfoy he said that word."

"What word?" Quirrell, who had a sense of presence, moved towards Snape who was blocking the door.

"That's the word." Ron didn't dare to say it, but just looked at Vincent with his eyes.

Not long after being framed, such a thing happened.

And it seems that this battle was caused by the culprit.

Quirrell was very pleased.

Looking at Snape who stepped forward, the disgust in his eyes was about to solidify.

He was looking forward to this Dumbledore gang dog eating dog, preferably until the end of the school year.

however,

However, after Snape pulled Ron away, he grabbed Draco's collar very roughly.

"Professor, I—"

"To shut up!"

Draco was terribly aggrieved by the yelling.

The term mudblood is taboo after all, he thinks it should be a play for everyone to see.

Snape glanced at Vincent before turning.

These eyes are very complicated, containing many indescribable emotions.

He dragged Draco away step by step, as if he didn't care about the cause of the matter.

"Go back."

How dare the students not listen to Mag's speech.

Quirrell looked ugly.

If he were to handle it, at least one would have to be fired.

Voldemort is talking about Mudbloods every day, so what's the big deal.

"Mr. Wayne, please come with me."

Mag had a sullen face, but the distress in his eyes was hard to hide.

Vincent followed behind her, and looked at Quirrell in pretended surprise.

He acted as if he was surprised that the other party was still in school.

"Damn little Mudblood—"

Voldemort cursed again.

"Master, Wayne is calm, as if he doesn't know the meaning of the word."

"That's why I say you're trash, Quirinus—"

Quirrell stared at Vincent's receding back.

"My master, this little mudblood will never be your obstacle."

"Better so."

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