This Hogwarts is not normal

How could someone with such a positive image be assigned to Slytherin who made no secret of his desires.

However, Vincent knew that he was born with the magical talent of an Occlumency master, and there was a high probability that he could successfully resist the sorting method of the Sorting Hat to obtain his own thinking.

How likely is it?

Infinitely greater than 90.00% nine.

He can't even control the switch, and it is estimated that only the natural Legilimency master in the United States can try to see if he can successfully invade his brain.

The three of them only thought it was a joke.

George also teased that if Vincent entered the snake yard, some greasy old bat professor would never have a good life again.

Fred was a bit provocative: "Go, flood their dormitory with big dung~"

"I will think about it carefully." Vincent's expression was very serious.

All four of them laughed at the same time.

Even Gugu was grinning and yelling in Qiu's arms.

Vincent, who has never been so relaxed, seems to have returned to his childhood in his previous life.

You can laugh out loud and talk to your friends about how to fuck Slytherin house.

No goal, just to make yourself happy.

With the imperceptible passage of time, this Hogwarts Express journey is about to reach the terminal.

"Please put your luggage in the car, we will send you to school—"

A voice wandered in the train.

Putting on his school robe, Vincent closed the suitcase, "Us? Is there anyone else on this bus besides the students and the driver?"

"Of course," Fred's eyes wandered around the cubicle, "as a qualified house-elf, you'll never be able to notice its existence."

He also told a little anecdote about the kitchen.

There are more than one hundred house-elves who provide meals for the teachers and students of Hogwarts.

The food that appeared out of thin air on the table was teleported from the kitchen with their unique magic.

Vincent Nana nodded, "Those who look like goblins?"

George pulled his ears with both hands, "The one with the pointy ears up is a goblin,

House elves with bat ears down,

This is the easiest way to tell the difference. "

It is useless to describe the skin color and appearance to someone who has never seen it.

Vincent opened the compartment door, and took Gu Gu, who looked reluctantly at Qiu, from Qiu's hand.

The traitor is hopeless.

Can't lose weight,

Talking about a rebellion is really a rebellion.

Even though Hermione was staring fiercely at him who was also standing in the aisle, he never let go of his big hands that were rubbing roughly.

"Freshmen, come over here—"

Under the train, a giant over three meters tall was holding a lantern with his arms, which were much thicker than the thighs of adults.

He wore a huge moleskin coat with pockets.

His long black hair and beard were matted and matted, almost covering his face.

His eyes gleamed like black beetles under his hair, and his booted feet were like two baby dolphins.

"Harry, come over here, how are you?"

This big man with a childlike smile is not as scary inside as he looks.

Both the twins and Qiu waved goodbye to Vincent.

"Brother, see you later in the auditorium!"

"it is good!"

Under Hermione's vigilant eyes, he followed behind the large group of freshmen quite calmly.

The faintly lit castle on the other side of the lake is the best school in the world, Hogwarts.

The big guy introduced himself first: "I'm Rubeus Hagrid, the key keeper and gamekeeper of Hogwarts."

He stepped on a small boat by the lake with one foot, "Each boat can't have more than four people—"

The small boat stuck in the middle of the lake did not seem to be convincing.

Hagrid looked at Harry, who was standing in the crowd and didn't pay much attention, "Remember, there can be no more than four people."

After he finished speaking, he sat down.

The boat not only sank deeper, but also set off large ripples and little splashes.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, but neither chose to squeeze into the same boat as Hagrid.

Vincent watched the little wizards boarding the ship one by one, not in a hurry.

The golden retriever student and two attendants sat in the same boat with a girl who looked like a poodle.

He felt that the looks of the other three were enough to lower the other's fair and good looks.

Knowing the principle of setting off at a young age, it will definitely be a hard stubble when you grow up.

No sooner had Harry and Ron boarded the boat than two other boys sat down.

He waited until more than half of the little wizards boarded the boat before he stepped forward and sat on the side boat.

"Why are you here?"

Hermione and Neville, who were following behind, sat down without saying a word.

"Okay, whatever you want." Vincent moved to the stern.

When there are other freshmen who want to board, he will always point to Gu Gu in his arms and say that it is full.

Neville held up the lantern timidly, "Counting Rifle, we are already overloaded."

"Then I'll go down?" Vincent ignored the gaze that had been staring at him, "Don't worry, pets shouldn't be included.

Also, your straps are tied crookedly. "

Neville looked over his left shoulder and quickly untied the belt of his school robe, "Thank you."

"you are welcome."

After a lot of frantic tossing, he straightened the belt.

Hermione's eyes were no longer as sharp as before, "Why did you drive the others away?"

"Googoo is not my pet." Vincent tapped the cutie in his arms with his fingertips, "It is my first friend in the magic world..."

If there is no way to resolve the misunderstanding, at least it would be good to improve the image.

In the story he tells, the little boy who longed for magic since he was a child and the owl who delivered the letter experienced many interesting things together during the holiday.

After Hagrid's loud voice, the boat sailed to the other side by itself.

Neville, who listened with gusto, and Hermione, who deliberately showed indifference, both had a slightly improved view of the little boy Vincent.

"The owl is too greedy, so it became a ball in just one month."

"Cuckoo!" The angry Captain Gu Gu fiercely pecked the back of his hand.

"Well, it's all my fault."

Neville was amused.

Even the sullen Hermione couldn't help but tremble slightly in her small body.

"Do you think Professor McGonagall can recognize Goo Goo?"

"It will—probably."

"What do you think?"

"Most definitely."

If Vincent's father hadn't challenged Gamp, maybe she wouldn't have waited a day later for Professor McGonagall's home visit.

"Look down!" Hagrid's loud voice sounded again.

After crossing the cliff covered with ivy curtains, more than 20 small boats entered a dark tunnel one after another.

"You didn't look for mice in the sewer, did you?"

"Of course not." Vincent didn't care about Hermione's suspicious eyes, "Googoo only eats small field mice, and is not interested in ordinary mice."

Neville didn't shrink his head anymore, "It's not interested in toads either?"

"Cuckoo-"

Vincent nodded, "It says that Raffles is slippery, and you can tell it's not tasty just by looking at it."

Hermione, who obviously didn't believe him, raised her chin high, "Although it's natural for owls to catch mice, you have successfully taught a qualified Hogwarts messenger to be broken."

There is an idiom in the far east,

Near Zhu Zhechi,

Those who are close to ink are black.

What about Vincent?

She still doesn't think it's going to get any better.

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