This Hogwarts is not normal

Snape certainly did not believe Vincent had such luck.

He squeezed his wand and cast seven or eight revealing spells in a row, covering the outside of the boys' bathroom.

No one appeared.

This time, he had to believe it.

The moment the compartment door was pushed open, Vincent waved his alder wand with light blue light.

"All curses end—"

Although the Appearance Spell was canceled out, it also completely exposed the position.

However, at such a distance within reach, it's really hard to say who has the upper hand.

Snape decisively withdrew his right hand holding the wand, subconsciously backing away.

He didn't know Vincent's real fighting ability, but what he showed more than half a month ago was already called a melee wizard.

Had the wand been stolen, the embarrassment would have filled the Mariana Trench.

The light blue light that can dispel the curse has not disappeared, and is even approaching at an extremely fast speed.

"Armor protection—"

The alder wand pierced through the translucent barrier, forcing Snape to retreat all the way to the opposite compartment.

Vincent in the invisible state suddenly flicked his wand, turning the door behind him into a long bundle of bandages.

They were all like living tentacles, moving towards the figure in front of them ferociously.

When Snape used powerful mana to repair the Iron Armor Curse, he was caught off guard and tied up around his waist.

With rich experience, he decisively spread his legs apart, squatted down slightly and stood firmly like a mountain.

Seeing this posture, Vincent was taken aback for a while.

Sure enough, he is someone who can be a double agent, and he has a lot of combat experience.

He simply went on, bringing his alder wand to the very center of the Ironclad Charm.

Sparks like electric welding illuminate the entire boys' bathroom.

Snape resisted the pull of the bandages, and the astonishing thrust in front of him, expressionless.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie—" Peeves laughed from under the two of them.

"Good evening ~ two—" He poked his head out when a small red ball hit him.

The smoke went into his long nose, and into Snape's big nose.

Vincent backed away to the left, crossed his hands and jumped up against the wall next to him.

"Kacha—" A glass window two meters high shattered.

"Ahem—Wayne!" Snape hurriedly covered his big nose, rolling up the broken glass and smoke.

Peeves immediately cursed: "Little Bat, just wait!"

He went through the wall and gave chase.

Snape didn't have such good skills, but after breaking free from the bandages, he used Transfiguration to create a few small steps.

After nearly half an hour of confrontation, he already guessed that Vincent wanted to lure him away so that the other little bastards could sneak into the dungeon.

go back?

He was going to catch this man today and deduct all Gryffindor points for beating the professor!

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The castle was so lively, of course the professors were woken up.

Just now, Mag on the second floor sat up with his mouth pursed, and lay back down after hearing Peeves' voice.

She knew that if she kept traveling at night, she would run into each other sooner or later.

"It's best to teach him a lesson..."

She put on the wool earmuffs and closed her eyes An Xin.

This "he" certainly does not refer to Vincent.

Flitwick on the eighth floor opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a window in the corridor open just as he walked out of the office.

He was about to close the window when Peeves suddenly popped out of the floor.

"Oh, good evening—damn Bat, did he fly away from here?"

Flitwick shook his head, indicating that he saw nothing.

"Goodbye, Professor~" Peeves jumped out of the window and disappeared into a gorgeous firework.

As soon as the window was closed, Snape strode over.

His eyes and nose were red, and he looked as if he had cried.

"Severus, you—"

"What about him?"

"Who?"

He pushed Flitwick away, opened the window and poked his head out.

The outside of the castle was shrouded in darkness.

"Severus, what the hell are you and Peeves doing?"

"I don't have time to explain, Felius."

Snape stepped onto the window sill, "From the auditorium to here is full of choking smoke, and I leave it to you."

"Don't—" Flitwick quickly put his little head out.

It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Peeves yelled for Bat, and then Snape came over.

Who opened this window?

He retracted his little head, and walked towards the stairs with his wand in hand.

"Interesting ingredient..."

Instead of pure pepper, the pepper is incorporated into the smoke.

Flitwick was quite interested in this, and began to collect a little bit down the stairs.

Half a minute after he left, a black figure suddenly appeared in this corridor.

Vincent pulled off his black gloves and glanced at his watch.

There are 10 minutes left, just show up in the last 5 minutes.

According to Snape's obsession with him, it is very likely that he will stay outside the dungeon.

When he was about to sit down and rest, someone behind him suddenly pressed his shoulder hard.

He broke free with all his strength, and his jaw almost dropped when he saw the person clearly.

The disheveled lady standing staggeringly with her head down is none other than Professor Traufani who came out of the divination classroom on the eighth floor.Fun Court

"Ahem——" Vincent cleared his throat, "I'm Draco Malfoy, and I'm going back to sleep now."

However, Trophine didn't answer, and even walked towards him step by step.

"Professor, are you all right?"

She was still walking by herself.

In the middle of the night, it must have been sleepwalking.

Vincent moved out of the way, and she turned and approached straight again.

"..." He was speechless.

The divination professor won't come out sooner or later, so he has to wait until the break time to come out.

"The real Dark Lord—" she seemed to be muttering.

"Gellert Grindelwald?" Vincent stopped backing away, allowing her to raise his right hand.

"Is he coming out of Nurmengard?"

Trophine didn't answer, but slowly raised her head and stared at him with a pair of unemotional eyes.

"Tom without a nose coming back to life?

Professor Dumbledore wants to kill Fudge?

Or is Snape going to quit his job and start a business? "

She didn't answer three questions in a row.

Vincent's scalp was numb, "Professor, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"The real Dark Lord is about to appear." Trophine twitched a little, but her hands never let go.

"His minions are all over the world, and his influence covers the global magic government—"

She drew a long tail, "With the help of the two mentors, he has grown into a real Dark Lord, possessing the power to conquer the magic world."

Is this a dancer?

Vincent was wondering what was going on, when he suddenly heard a "crack".

He looked down at his empty left hand, and then at Traufini who was lying on the ground.

"Guliu—" He could swear by pointing to Gugu's big belly that he never touched her.

But whether it is sleepwalking or jumping master, now we have to move people back quickly.

He reluctantly picked up Traufanni and walked towards the divination classroom at the far corner.

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