This Hogwarts is not normal

"What's the next class?"

"A History of Magic."

Vincent decisively chose to skip class.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Get ready for something small."

A somewhat exasperated Hermione let him disappear down the corridor.

On the fourth floor where the Charms classroom is located, there is a secret passage leading directly outside Hogsmeade village.

Don't think about it, I must have gone here.

To follow, or not to follow?

"Hermione, let's go together!" Roommate Parvati was waving to her.

"okay!"

Hermione just struggled for a moment, and chose to go to the History of Magic classroom on the second floor with her.

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Of course, Hogsmeade Village is not as prosperous as Diagon Alley, but it can be regarded as small and well-equipped.

Vincent, dressed in a black robe and a black mask, stopped in front of the only shop that exclusively sold potion ingredients.

"Two Galleons of Stealth Beast Tincture..."

The thing on the special price card attracted him.

Making the invisibility potion requires two very precious materials, one is the invisibility beast tincture that cannot be stored for too long, and the other is the venom of the giant acromantia.

Heartbeat is really heartbeat, but chicken ribs are also really chicken ribs.

He has already learned the Disillusionment Charm, and the occasions for using invisibility potion are almost zero.

But to make perception potion, stealth beast tincture is also needed.

"The bell—"

The owner is a middle-aged witch.

She didn't care about the black dress, "Welcome, what do you need?"

Vincent looked around the small but cozy shop, and took out a parchment full of potion ingredients from his robe.

"Gryphon claw powder, lizard blood, frog brain..."

There were more than [-] kinds of materials, and the shopkeeper immediately showed a bright smile, "Please wait a moment."

"There's also the Invisible Beast Tincture."

She turned her head sharply, "How many do you need?"

"Two—no, four."

"We have five in stock."

The shopkeeper smiled kindly, "Well, if you buy them all, I can charge one Galleon less here."

"All of them."

It's just a Galleon, and Wayne is not short of this money at all.

"Ok."

While she was rummaging through the materials, Vincent noticed the price of the acromander venom.

100 galleons for a pint!

He clutched his little heart, thinking of Hagrid with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

This rough guy who has been a gamekeeper for many years is actually a real invisible rich man.

Not to mention the giant eight-eyed spider, the single-horned beast hair alone costs 10 Galleons.

pull out!Be sure to squeeze it hard!

"Do you collect materials here?"

The shopkeeper looked at him suspiciously, "Yes, but the price won't be too high."

The choice to maximize the benefits was better than the bustling Diagon Alley at that time.

Vincent nodded slightly, "What about bartering?"

"OK."

He took a large package of materials from the other party, "I'm just asking - how much is the total?"

"35 Galleons and 8 Sickles, you can give 33 Galleons."

This shopkeeper is on the road!

Vincent, who had a good impression, immediately decided to sell the things here.

But back in the castle, he regretted it.

The Stealth Beast Tincture is authentic, but the increasingly clear outlines may only be kept for another three or two days at most.

"Black shop!"

If it weren't for the other materials, he would have written to the Ministry of Magic to report anonymously.

In two or three days, I don't know if the success rate is one-fifth.

Potions really cost a lot of money.

Snape probably had the financial resources to become a master of potions because of his backing from the Malfoy family.

"Boom—" It really failed the first time.

During the second time, the three roommates who fell asleep in the History of Magic classroom just returned.

"Vincent, you skipped class and didn't follow—oh, you're brewing a potion?"

As soon as James finished speaking, a dazzling and bright light flashed from the cauldron.

"Get down!"

"Bam—"

Vincent waved his wand skillfully, "Clean it up."

Those potions splashed on the ceiling were all rolled into the trash can under the effect of the descaling spell.

Neville raised his head with lingering fear, "This - this is terrible."

"It's okay, it's just a routine operation."

Vincent took out a new cauldron, "I knew it would blow up this time."

Seeing that he was so proficient, Alfred couldn't help feeling a little distressed, "Don't be afraid of failure, at worst, start over."

"I will."

Neville, whose bed was next door, was a little apprehensive, "I'll take Raffle around."

"By the way!" James pulled Alfred, "We have to prepare for the club."

"Club? Not after Halloween—"

He woke up suddenly, "That's right, that classroom is too dirty, we have to ask more people to clean it together."

The activity room of the Owl Club has been decided, and it is located in an abandoned classroom on the fifth floor.

As soon as Dumbledore announced yesterday, Percy led a large group of lion cubs past on his back.

"Go, remember to say hello for me." Vincent didn't care about their excuses.

Potions, a dangerous subject, will indeed scare little wizards who have little contact with it.

Before dinner, the fifth portion of Stealth Beast Tincture was finally boiled.

He wanted to personally thank Mr. Merlin for his protection if the materials that were almost expired could have a success.

Well, see you later.

Crushing a pink-fleshed Hawklap, he poured two ounces of its juice into the cauldron.

"Two times clockwise, three times counterclockwise..."

After this step, the potion turns a very special silvery white color.

Wave the alder wand lightly, boil for another 5 minutes and turn off the fire, and the potion of perception is successfully brewed.

Vincent divided it into five vials.

According to the instructions for use, a small sip can maintain the effect for half an hour.

"The time is just right~" He stretched his waist, and restored the somewhat unsightly dormitory.

Just went down to the first floor, just in time to see Draco coming up from the dungeon.

Vincent saw that he hesitated to speak, so he patiently stopped in front of the auditorium gate.

"Way - Wayne -" Draco looked reluctant.

"Are you here to apologize?"

These words obviously irritated him.

"impossible!"

Vincent squinted and looked him up and down.

Originally, the previous broomstick caused a lot of trouble for the Malfoy family, and a few days ago it even made a move to split the relationship between wizards.

The number of pure blood and mixed blood is not too much, and not all of them are supporters of blood theory.

Many people in the Ministry of Magic are Muggle-born, and there is the nemesis Weasley who stirs up the flames.

This wave, old Malfoy is probably about to bleed again.

"If you don't want to~"

"Wait!" Draco yelled to Vincent who pushed open the door.

"Wayne, don't get too excited about—"

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes inside, he straightened his chest, "I will definitely defeat you!"

"Your challenge is always welcome." Vincent stepped into the auditorium, "no matter what."

Draco clenched his teeth, his fists clenched until his knuckles turned white.

Apologize?impossible.

Old Malfoy just told him to ease the relationship between the two parties a little bit, and not let some people keep holding on to their house to suck blood.

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