This Hogwarts is not normal

Snape, who was lying on the ground, was sore and limp, and his head was still groggy.

Vincent, who drank Buffy's mind-boosting potion and used the protective spell, did not feel any discomfort.

While the smoke was still there, he deliberately amplified the sound of his footsteps and ran towards the stairs.

"Wayne!" Snape sat up, pointing his wand at the ground.

From this point to the direction of the source of the sound, the floor became viscous as if it had melted.

"Da da da da——" the footsteps were louder than before, as if provocative.

After the smoke was driven away, there were sections of stone slabs on the unsolidified ground.

No wonder it's so crisp!

Snape looked along the route, his thick lips trembling.

The upward stairs are all occupied by white mysterious objects.

The little gap left here barely allows air to flow in.

If you want to catch Vincent, you have to get rid of the bubble beans that swelled with water first.

He stepped forward with a dark face and waved his wand lightly.

"Flaming—"

The fire spread upstairs in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the black smoke approaching, Vincent on the third floor decisively threw the last handful of bubble beans into the stairwell.

"Clear water is like a spring—"

The water that was absorbed in an instant was not for extinguishing the fire at all.

Professor Flitwick is either on the fourth floor or the fifth floor. If he sees a fire, he will definitely find a way to solve it.

Snape downstairs cast a few more lighting spells, buying enough time for him to hide.

Even if it is discovered afterwards, it will only hurt one thousand enemies and eight hundred injuries to oneself.

It's a pity that it wasn't the Fierce Fire Curse, otherwise the crime of burning the campus would have been reduced to the same level as Filch's at the least.

"Darkness is with me~" A light and light voice came from the silent corridor.

His small trembling steps and his rhythmically swaying little hands all resembled a patient who had obtained a permanent residence permit.

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Fifth floor.

Flitwick, who was concentrating on collecting the smoke, suddenly frowned.

"It's getting dark, is it because of time?"

He put his nose close to smell it, and found that the black smoke was also choking, but it was not the same as the original pepper.

"It's weird..." He licked his tongue, feeling the bitterness from his taste buds.

Burnt, like something burned something.

"Damn it!" He poked his head downstairs and saw a large piece of fire in the billowing black smoke.

"Clear water is like a spring—"

Water flow like a waterfall instantly fills all the gaps in the stairwell and pours down.

This is not a spring, this is a river.

Snape waited patiently at the dungeon entrance.

His complexion got worse the longer he waited.

These road-blocking bubble beans probably filled the entire staircase.

"Damn it!" He stepped forward in shock, and quickly raised his wand to squirt out a large ball of water.

If the fire came to Flitwick's side, there would be a flood of water.

Unfortunately, he was one step too late.

Those water masses that just came out were washed back by the "river" poured from the wall.

With a "poof", the bubble head curse broke.

Snape, who was drenched from head to toe, reached out to brush the long wet hair from his face.

Based on the amount of water coming out and the tricks that were fading away, he was sure it was Flitwick's timed spell.

Annoyance and confusion quickly flashed across his extremely dark face.

It is obviously not feasible to deal with Vincent with ordinary spells.

More important is why things happened so coincidentally.

Unless he knew Flitwick was upstairs.

"Wayne bastard!"

Fortunately, he jumped down from the eighth floor at the first time, and it turned out that the window was opened deliberately.

No wonder it took so long.

Snape sneered, magically clearing the blackened Bubbles from the stairs.

So what does Dumbledore look like? Now that he's done testing, he's getting angry.

This little wizard must be caught and punished severely!

Not long after he left, a black shadow came down from the auditorium.

Vincent looked at the puddles of water stains that were getting smaller and smaller, and immediately thought of a profound magic spell technique.

The timing spell can make the magic disappear at a certain time.

On the contrary, the delay spell is to make magic appear at a specified time.

They are extremely difficult to learn and require a lot of practice to close the jet lag.

I'm going to Devon for Christmas, and I think the Goose Club will still have something to do next semester.

The dissertation on transfiguration is basically completed, and it seems that I can barely squeeze out a little time besides alchemy.

Vincent stood before the portrait of fruit in the kitchen and shook his head vigorously.

Be a good student during the day and tune out at night - it's good to match wits with Snape.

"Thank you, Merlin!" The twins opened the portrait and hugged each other from left to right.

"It's too close." Vincent bent down and avoided them nimbly.

"I knew you could do it!" Cedric gave a thumbs up.

Hermione looked at him changing the bat suit back into fat blue pajamas, "You're ten minutes late."

"Extra large tomato and egg noodles?"

She puffed up her cheeks slightly, "Whatever you want."

Vincent narrowed his eyes.

An 11-year-old girl, he understands!

He quietly pulled Papa to a small corner, "That and that, do you have any?"

"Dear Mr. Wayne, which one is it?"

"It's brown sugar and wolfberry."

Papa lowered his head and pondered for a moment, "Yes, I remember it was under the stove and the cabinet on the far right—"

"Thank you, I'll just go and look for it myself."

Vincent moved quickly.

Except for putting brown sugar and sprinkled wolfberry, all steps are done by magic.

Hermione's little face was obviously confused when she saw her special appearance.

"Eat, it's cold recently."

Both Fred and George compared theirs to hers.

"Brother, you are biased~"

"I have to suggest an extra course to Professor Dumbledore."

"What class?" Cedric was not blowing on the forked noodles, "Is it a Muggle military class or something?"

Vincent looked at Hermione who was looking over, and moved his butt back slightly, "Physical hygiene class."

Rove in the fifth grade didn't understand, and the remaining three couldn't understand even more.

The female students of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are okay, and the deans are all experienced witches.

Slytherin and Ravenclaw...

Hermione gave Vincent a deep look.

The complex emotions in her eyes made his hair stand on end in an instant.

It's not good to be a buddy, and it's not good to be a best friend.

Sooner or later, the six little ones will build a new group internally.

"Ahem——" Vincent picked up the chopsticks nonchalantly, "By the way, have you found the Polyjuice Potion?"

"Sure!" The twins vividly described what happened just now.

In the dormitories of grades [-] and [-], there were indeed people secretly brewing potions.

It's a pity that Rove's nose is very sensitive, and he can smell its unique smell through two big iron boxes.

"How long is it going to be?"

"Two weeks." Cedric imitated them with a smirk, "We ground Goo Goo's feathers into powder and added a little bit into it.

With any luck, the polyjuice will be fine until the Black Swans add your hair to it. "

Vincent grinned and smirked, "My luck has always been good."

"Hey hey hey hey~"

Hermione, who was smiling but not smiling, went to eat noodles.

Although her expression was rather unfriendly, she could still vaguely see that she was in a good mood.

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