This Hogwarts is not normal

As an experienced professor, how could Snape fail in class.

Vincent pretended to shake a few times, and all the lion cubs clapped their hands enthusiastically.

Neville didn't understand why this happened, so he asked James next to him in a low voice.

"Whether it's intentional or not, as long as you miss it, it's considered a professor bullying a student."

"So it is." Neville also clapped his little hands.

And the more I shot, the more vigorous I was.

"Quiet!" Snape turned his head and glared, and when he came back, he found that there was only a small dot left of the Iron Armor Curse on the opposite side.

He put away his wand with a dark face, "Okay, go down!"

Vincent raised his proud little face and sat back under Draco's constipated expression.

The embarrassment is out, but it always feels very uncomfortable.

Snape pointed his wand at the lectern in the corner of the classroom, and magically drew it towards him.

"According to the Iron Armor Curse demonstrated by Wayne just now, everyone is divided into two groups for free practice."

Harry lowered his head as if he had a premonition.

"Potter, you attack!"

Draco groaned inwardly.

"Malfoy, you defend!"

The two men standing in the aisle did their best.

It's not that I don't want to expand the range of the Iron Armor Curse, but no matter how hard I try, it's only the size of a finger.

Of course Harry hit, but it was a human being.

Draco, who fell to the ground, must have done it on purpose.

"Next group, Longbottom defends!"

Snape's eyes wandered between Blaise and Theodore.

"Zabini attack!"

Neville didn't know the Iron Armor Curse at all.

But this still made Blaise complacent after winning.

"Granger defends—

Parkinson attack! "

Hermione cast a fist-sized Iron Armor Charm.

She can actually make the range bigger.

"Except your weapons!"

Although Pansy's Disarming Curse wasn't very good, it was somehow released.

With a "snap", Hermione flicked it to the ceiling.

The unbelieving Pansy fired again.

Dust from the ceiling fell onto Snape's black robes.

"Next group!"

Under the guise of practicing, he finally saw several scenes that could soothe his mood.

Especially Ron, who couldn't release the Disarming Curse, his little face gasping for breath, instantly wiped away the bad mood just now.

Generally speaking, there are winners and losers for each other, and the final result can only depend on the last two.

Vincent put the wand directly on the desk, stood up and looked at Theodore, who was facing a formidable enemy.

Snape was pleased with his performance.

Even if he picked up his wand, he would ask to put it down.

You don't have to lose face, but you can't show embarrassment.

Even standing with bare hands, Vincent is extremely intimidating in Theodore's eyes.

Draco, one of his few friends, has been deflated from the train until now.

"Except your weapons!"

The ending has already been predetermined.

Vincent, who sideways avoided the disarming spell, took a step.

Theodore hastily cast it again.

Another step closer.

Snape had given up all hope.

A wizard who can fight is not scary. What is scary is that this wizard has magical talents and a very flexible mind.

Theodore, who was lying on his back on the floor, was in the same mood as Draco before.

If Muggle-born wizards all learn to fight, what will happen to pure-blood wizards like them in the future?

Suppress, must suppress!

But he knew it was too late.

After class, the tables in the Black Swan Club were finally filled.

"Welcome to join, Theodore."

"Only temporary."

Draco didn't care about his attitude, "Since we are all partners of Black Swan, then listen to our plan first."

The more Theodore listened, the more he felt that the victory was in his hands.

If Dumbledore wasn't at school and "Vincent" was causing trouble everywhere, even a candidate for the Order of Merlin would be useless.

"My dad confirmed this a few days ago."

Draco was full of vigor, "He will take the opportunity to become the school's largest director, and then immediately appoint a new headmaster."

The candidate, of course, was Snape.

Even if it is temporary, with his attitude towards Vincent, there is a high probability that he will be kicked out of the school directly.

At that time, the Owl Court will be like a pan of loose sand. If Dumbledore recruits people back, Black Swan will already have almost absorbed the members.

"There is also the Gwent card." Blaise smiled sinisterly, "Such profitable projects can only belong to us."

Marcus grinned, "I'm going to tear down the tattered arena in their activity room."

Pansy screamed, "After kicking Wayne away, Granger is next!"

Daphne's small face looked a little excited.

Pure-blood wizards are pure-blood wizards after all, and Muggle-borns are completely inferior.

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Potions class the next morning.

Snape stared at Vincent as usual.

But his hand is very steady, no matter it is words or external interference, it cannot be shaken in the slightest.

"Wayne, your valerian came out early."

"No, Professor."

The pink mist covered Snape's face.

He moved his nose slightly, "Wayne, your cauldron is going to burn through."

Vincent stuck the spoon straight in, "I think it can hold on."

After stirring clockwise seven times, the sleep potion is only one step away.

"Professor, I should be able to use a wand?"

Snape shook his robe lightly, "What do you think?"

The alder wand waved lightly, and Vincent was the first to complete the production.

"Potter, be serious!"

Harry was very wronged.

Obviously, he was too shameless to be a professor, so he was distracted to take a look.

Looking at the potion, there is nothing abnormal at all.

Snape walked straight over, his big face almost touching the edge of the cauldron.

"You didn't grind your lavender thoroughly enough, the particles are big enough to murder anyone."

Ron next to him took a closer look and immediately understood that this was a blatant aim.

"Professor, no matter how serious you are—"

"Do you dare to refute?"

"Don't dare dare." Harry turned off the fire and tried again as if resigned to his fate.

Whether Snape stared at Vincent or not, he would never let him go.

That's true love—pooh!

Harry couldn't rush out the second sleep potion until the end of get out of class.

"Potter, come to the office with me!"

The cubs are praying that he is safe and sound.

"And Wayne!"

Vincent was wondering, Snape threw away a paper from last week.

That big "T" made Draco very happy.

"Professor, are you sure your hands are not shaking?"

"No."

As soon as Vincent looked at the column of names, Snape knew what was going to happen.

"It's not yours?"

"it's me--"

"It's not yours!"

Snape snatched the paper, not giving him a chance to read it.

"you can go now."

Under Harry's envious eyes, Vincent walked out of the Potions classroom with his head held high.

Draco was stunned with a stiff face.

He hadn't had time to taunt yet, so why did he suddenly change his tune?

Snape had no intention of explaining, and walked out of the classroom carrying Harry.

The magic on the thesis is like the Ni text "?", which is far more than simple as the name.

Again:

You don't have to lose face, but you can't show embarrassment.

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