This Hogwarts is not normal

In the past, Lucius was very generous in order to clear his name.

Voldemort's message was also generous, and there was a hill of Galleons in the locket for the Untraceable Stretching Charm.

As for the so-called donation, it's not even a third of what's here.

Fudge sat alone in the office until noon before he thought of a way not to offend anyone.

How much money to spend, how much to do.

As the trustee of Hogwarts, Lucius must have wanted to do something while Dumbledore was gone.

Christmas is coming in a few days, and he decided to use the holiday time to account.

Compared with power, Malfoy cherishes his own life more.

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At noon, the staff table was rarely full of professors.

It's just that the divination professor, Sybill Traufani, is still absent.

Snape, who looked extremely pale, didn't stare at Harry.

He was like a precise Muggle satellite, always keeping his eyes locked on a figure at the Gryffindor table.

Vincent opened his eyes wide and pouted his lips innocently.

This aggrieved little expression made Mag feel much happier.

At the teachers' meeting just held by Dumbledore, she decisively supported her own students and resolutely denied Snape's groundless speculations.

With Flitwick's in-depth analysis, the "outnumbered" potions professor had no choice but to give up.

But this is only on the surface, he will not let go of Vincent who played himself around last night.

"Why is Snape always staring at you?" Neville, who was sitting next to him, was terrified.

As long as you look up, you will see these big black eyes.

Vincent calmly tapped the plate and called for the second lunch.

"The work pressure is too great, which caused his endocrine disorder."

Harry looked up with a look of horror on his face. "It's great - I mean it's so sad."

He moved his eyes carefully, and found that Snape hadn't averted his eyes all the time.

"How on earth did you do it?"

"Secret." Vincent wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Until the few days before the holiday, he planned to be a good baby.

Unless it's a black swan looking for trouble.

It's a pity that from the young master Draco to the Lone Wolf Theodore, Slytherin didn't plan to do anything.

"Daphne, is your sister feeling better?"

She shook her head slightly at Pansy, "It's still the same, always fainting suddenly."

"everything will get better."

"Thank you." Daphne forced a smile.

The curse of the Greenglass family has begun.

She couldn't help anything, she could only hope that her younger sister would come to Hogwarts to study in two years, and her physical condition would improve.

"Goo—" an owl flew towards the Slytherin table.

Its overall coat color is grayish, and its small head has no ear tuft feathers.

"Cuckoo——" A chubby owl took off from the Ravenclaw long table and ran straight towards it.

"Little pig!" Draco wailed.

He ran to the nearby owl that had fallen to the ground, glaring at Goo Goo who was flying around.

"This damned owl, I'm going to stew you sooner or later!"

"Cuckoo-"

After a long howl, Dumbledore at the staff desk hastily closed the small wooden door for the owl to enter and exit.

There are hundreds of owls hovering outside the castle, most of them are Gu Gu's little brothers.

Draco picked up his owl and looked at Vincent with extreme resentment.

It is right that the object resembles the main character.

"Little Pig" is a well-behaved and cute baby, but he was "bullied" just by sending a letter.

To fight a falcon depends on the owner!

It was slapping Draco in the face, it was slapping the Malfoys in the face, and it was slapping Slytherin in the face.

Snape sneered and stood up.

After staring at it all morning, I finally seized the opportunity.

Vincent caught Gu Gu who rushed towards him.

"What are you talking about? It's been flying around sneakily lately?"

"Cuckoo."

"At night, you always have a letter in your mouth?"

"Cuckoo."

"It's really suspicious."

Dumbledore at the staff table nodded lightly, "Severus, Mr. Wayne translated very accurately."

"Yes, you are all wizards who can speak owl."

Snape looked as if he had eaten a fly.

Vincent glanced at the long Slytherin table pointedly, "Professors, is it reasonable to suspect it?"

"Very reasonable." Dumbledore looked at Draco with a smile.

He seemed to know something, but also seemed to know nothing.

As expected of an experienced old principal!

In these few seconds, Draco suffered as if a century had passed.

There is a big problem!

Vincent could swear by the cuckoo in his arms that this little golden retriever is holding back some other bad tricks besides compound soup.

Of course Dumbledore knew too.

But he didn't intend to make things clear, "No exception, Mr. Wayne."

"Professor, Goo Goo is the owl of Hogwarts."

Only then did the little wizards in Guadain react.

Vincent never had an owl, and Goo Goo has always been a voluntary pet.

"Ahem—" Dumbledore was a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Wayne has been doing well and deserves an owl that is just as good."

Cuckoo tilted his head.

Vincent rolled his eyes.

If night travel is considered excellent, eating and drinking is also considered excellent.

Draco, who was holding the piglet, let out a sigh of relief.

Had it been known in advance, Dumbledore's investigation would have been terminated.

While he was complacent, Snape sat down frowning.

Neville at the bottom patted his little heart, "Thanks to Merlin, he finally stopped staring at us."

Harry followed his gaze and saw the dark eyes above staring at him again.

This time the target was still Vincent, but he quickly moved away.

Of course Snape wouldn't just let it go.

After spending three days safely, he ushered in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Wayne, come up!"

Vincent pursed his lips and walked onto the podium reluctantly.

Draco didn't hide the smug look on his face.

The compound decoction is in very good condition, and the hair is also in fairly good condition.

His old father had persuaded Fudge and was about to take Dumbledore back to investigate.

Snape was quiet for a few days, and sure enough, he focused on Vincent again.

Good things came one after another, and he was about to cry out from laughter.

"Wayne, come and demonstrate the Iron Armor Curse."

"Okay, Professor."

Draco already knew what was going to happen next.

"Armor protection——" Vincent's Iron Armor Curse had a very small range, so small that it could barely cover the tip of the rod.

Snape's eyes were cold, and he threw out a disarming spell very decisively.

The red magic spell hit the tip of the alder stick, and a lot of sparks like electric welding wafted out.

Vincent staggered back a few steps.

Seemingly embarrassed, he immediately applauded, "Professor's Disarming Curse is quite precise and impeccable!"

"Continue." Snape, who was expressionless, felt extremely uncomfortable.

Especially the Iron Armor Curse whose scope has been further reduced.

If he missed and hit someone, it wouldn't be Vincent who was embarrassed.

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