This Hogwarts is not normal

Saturday was supposed to be a good day without classes.

However, the door of the Black Swan Club was closed, and there was a piece of parchment that had been altered many times.

[emegency notice;

Due to the stupidity of the president and the management, the club has decided to close the activity room on the fifth floor from now on.

The new activity room is located on the first floor of the castle, opposite Argus Filch's office.

Members, do not panic.

President Malfoy is just out of his mind, and he doesn't want to pack his luggage and run away overnight.

I look forward to the return of the Black Swan to create new glories and create a legend far beyond the past!

——The president's personal secretary, Pansy Parkinson]

Qiu turned around and looked inside the Owl Court Club.

The six little ones seemed to be in a good mood, and seemed to be commenting on an urgent notice grandly.

"Damn, buddy, you are too bad~"

"The Big Fat Goose Club is ashamed, and I would be mad if I were Malfoy."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Many students who were curious about the Black Swan Club turned to look at the source of the laughter.

Apart from Jin Gallon, this club that was forced to close its doors really couldn't beat the Court of Owls.

In terms of the strength of the president, Draco was beaten in every way.

In terms of the appearance of members, only Daphne can beat it.

In terms of overall quality, the friendly owl is better than the noble black swan.

"Excuse me, can we join your club?"

Vincent stopped laughing instantly, straightened the somewhat messy neckline and stood up.

"Of course, please register here." He led several students to Percy very gentlemanly.

"This is our vice president, who is mainly responsible for member review."

Percy held out his hand. "Welcome to the Court of Owls."

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Slytherin boys dormitory.

Crabbe and Goyle took turns banging on the door, while Draco sat sullenly on the bed.

Outside the door, led by Higgs, a large group of boys was pulling a thick rope tied to the doorknob.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, these 36 large copper locks seem to be welded to the door and the door frame.

The situation in the girls' dormitory is also not optimistic.

Pansy had woken up screaming and passed out a dozen times.

Boys are big-hearted, girls are very sensitive.

Waking up with a rainbow face and breaking down like this is considered easy.

The other two roommates had already scared away.

Only Daphne, who didn't respond too much, sat by her bed.

This pair of beautiful emerald green eyes has an unconcealable resentment.

With the beautiful and delicate "smiling face", no matter from which angle you look at it, it is too weird.

"Vincent Wayne—"

It doesn't matter who did it, it's all about this person anyway.

Black Swan's judgment was wrong, he was not a sympathetic person at all.

Daphne bit her lower lip lightly, and took the small mirror away from Pansy's hands.

"Cheer up quickly, we can't let the owls go..."

She successfully woke up the other party, "It's Wayne, he is the mastermind."

"This damn Mudblood!" The seven colors on Pansy's face intertwined with each other.

"It's impossible for him to know where our dormitory is." Daphne looked at the door thoughtfully, "I can't imagine that someone betrayed us."

"Traitor? Huh—"

Apart from this one explanation, there is no more reasonable one.

Slytherin has traitors!

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Draco's bedroom door was finally opened.

He walked up to the fifth floor with a frosty face, and couldn't hold back when he saw the urgent notice.

"Wayne!!!"

Vincent, who was playing sandbags on the ring, saw him rushing in angrily, and punched him hard with his right hand.

The half-person tall sandbag "hissed" and was directly punched with a small hole.

Draco's eyelids twitched a little, and he strode closer with an even more angry demeanor.

"Wayne, so you are such a stingy person!"

Vincent jumped off the ring, "I've never been a generous person."

Higgs and Puse block the twins as they approach.

Crabbe and Goyle, who were sore, also stood in front of Cedric and Rove.

"Despicable!" Draco clenched his fists, as if he was about to punch him out at any moment.

"You have no right to say anything about me." Vincent looked at the tightly wrapped man standing behind him jokingly.

Blaise, as the first bird, was the one who was made second only to Pencey yesterday.

"Wayne!" Marcus next to Draco stepped forward, "Do you dare to compete with me?"

His physique is one size bigger than Vincent's, so it's not surprising to have such confidence.

"May I ask—" George put his head on Higgs' shoulder on tiptoe, "Where did you get your confidence?"

All Gryffindors know the Court of Owls, which started out as a fighting club.

"Hmph!" Marcus snorted coldly, then took off his jacket and grinned, "The clubs are just communicating with each other.

Wayne, you are not afraid, are you? "

"I've persuaded him." George retracted his head and looked at Fred. "It's a rare Saturday, Madam Pomfrey should have another opinion."

"Pfft—I heard that she's not in a good mood recently, and the students who went to her are having a miserable life."

"Shut up!" Marcus gave Draco a very veiled wink, "You bastards will get their retribution sooner or later!"

"Flint!" Percy stood in front of him, chest straight. "Are you threatening us?"

"So what, Weasley!"

Hermione looked at the explosive scene in front of her, and subconsciously turned her gaze to Vincent.

He was so calm that he even had time to look at Daphne who was wearing a mask, and Pansy who covered her entire face.

She suddenly remembered a stalk in the comics.

As an enemy of Batman, you can sneak up on him and threaten him, but you must not ask him to fight.

Master Wayne, who has made all the preparations, can even press and beat the big super in red trousers.

"Wayne, are you running away from this fair duel?"

"No." Vincent turned his attention to Marcus.

It's solid enough that it should hit hard.

"Tomorrow at 10 o'clock in the morning, I will wait for you here."

Draco narrowed his eyes, "Not now?"

"There are too few spectators." Vincent glanced at him. "For friendly exchanges between clubs, the professors must be called over, right?"

Marcus' pupils shrank instantly.

He originally planned to use some tricks to make the other party lose face in his own club.

At that time, with Blaise's Jin Gallon leading the way, the joke of the black swan will be covered by the owl court. m.biqmgè

An aboveboard duel?

"Okay, we'll be there on time tomorrow."

Draco looked at him in surprise, and he was relieved when he got a win-win look.

The background of a pure-blood wizard family is not comparable to that of Muggle-borns.

Although black magic cannot be used under the noses of the professors, the curses that are not prohibited are several times more than those taught in the school.

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