This Hogwarts is not normal

Vincent could faintly hear the voices of the twins and Percy until he went to bed.

There is a high probability that Filch is on vacation tonight, otherwise he wouldn't be able to catch the three of them.

"Do you want earmuffs?" Alfred split his transfiguration into two.

"Thank you, I don't need it."

The magic level of his three roommates are all ranked high in the grade.

Even Neville was fine as long as he wasn't nervous.

"Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Of course, this snoring sound is still unmatched.

Despite all the disturbances, Vincent still fell asleep.

But he had another dream.

The noseless Tom in the dream came back, and biubiubiu shot him a string of green lights.

Then he hacked with a sword and welded, and finally won a chance for Harry, who was holding an anti-tank gun.

There was a bang, and this time, let alone the nose, not even the fingernails remained.

resurrection?

Vincent was suddenly awakened.

No matter what method Voldemort uses to resurrect, as long as he can imprison the soul, it will be fine.

The way of thinking is correct, but it has to be more or less related to black magic.

"Aha—so it's already dawn."

He stretched himself, feeling that his thoughts were still a little immature.

If imprisoning the soul is useful, with Dumbledore's wily character, Voldemort probably won't survive the last movie.

So either it doesn't work or it doesn't.

After washing, the time came to 07:30.

It is reasonable for the little wizard to bring some self-defense weapons when he goes out.

He took Browning and Enfield with him, except the wooden box, which was still in place.

Oh, and Lucy the dagger.

They were all put into the little cloth bag.

And neither was shrinking, nor was any magic applied.

In the common room, many students dragged their luggage out.

They were all going to Hogsmeade Station, to take the Hogwarts Express home.

Vincent's luggage was all stuffed into the small cloth bag, and it didn't look like he was going out at all.

When he went out, he turned right and then left, and he stopped in front of the gargoyle.

"Zizi honey candy."

Standing on the automatic rotary elevator, just seeing the closed door of the principal's office, one can be sure that Dumbledore is not there.

He twisted the handle and pushed the door open and walked in.

Fox wasn't there either, but the Sorting Hat straightened up as if awakened.

"Good morning, Mr. Hat."

"Good morning, Vincent."

The portraits of previous principals are still snoring.

Vincent who was standing at the bottom suspected that they were just pretending to be asleep.

He leaned in front of the portrait of Phineas and stared at it for a long time, only to turn around after noticing anything unusual.

"Mr. Hat, have they always been like this?"

"I can't answer you." The Sorting Hat bent slightly.

After understanding, Vincent came to the desk.

On it lay a tome in a black cover.

It feels very elastic to the touch, like living human skin without temperature.

""Secrets of Advanced Dark Arts"?"

The sorting hat grinned the moment he picked it up, "Son, stop, this is—"

Vincent opened it without any abnormality.

"Why, Mr. Hat?"

"Are you all right?"

"The picture looks scary."

The snoring portraits all closed their eyes for an instant.

The tilted Sorting Hat straightened back, "Well, the magic that targets the soul is really useless to you."

Vincent, who was in a good mood at first, lowered his face.

Dumbledore was actually testing him again.

This is the fourth time, even Neville has to have a temper.

Just as he was getting angry, a large flame suddenly appeared behind him.

The figure that came out of it was Dumbledore with a crooked nose.

Standing on his shoulders, Fox is much bigger.

"Professor, trust is relative."

"Of course." Dumbledore did not look at the rolled up white eyes. "This is just an ultimate test."

Vincent closed the book and put it back on the desk as if it was hot.

"I've already signed up with Tom. Death Eaters can't degenerate into recruiting underage Muggle-born wizards, can they?"

"It's not for this reason." Dumbledore's eyes were very clear, "I didn't pay attention to Tom's state, which eventually led to Voldemort's appearance.

If it were you, I believe you would definitely be more cautious than me. "

Vincent rolled his eyes again, "I will pick a suitable time and share some little secrets appropriately."

"Yes, I thought so too." Dumbledore blinked.

"Is it now?"

"No, I have things to do later."

Vincent raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "Professor, it's almost eight o'clock."

"Grab my hand."

As soon as he stretched out his hand to put it on the sky blue robe, a warm current enveloped his whole body.

Under the flames, the two disappeared into the principal's room.

Apparition is the advanced magic of disappearing from one place and reappearing from another.

It needs to remember the three D's, namely Destination, Determination and Deliberation.

If it leads people to move, it is called follower appearance.

The entire Hogwarts castle and its surroundings are set with anti-apparition spells.

But that doesn't stop some magical creatures.

e.g. house elves,

Another example is Phoenix.

Vincent who appeared in a wilderness did not feel any discomfort.

Maybe it's because of training since childhood, or because of talent.

Dumbledore didn't think there was anything strange about it.

"Professor, can I learn Apparation now?"

"In another two years, at least we have to have a deeper understanding of space."

"Okay." Vincent looked into the distance, "Is this the home of Mr. Flamel?"

"It should be the door of the house." Dumbledore raised his finger forward, "pass through this special magic barrier, and you will be able to see them."

"them?"

"Nico and Perenal."

He seemed to think of something suddenly, "By the way, remember to be gentle when you shake hands with them later."

Before Vincent asked why, he heard a few piercing sonic booms behind him.

He looked back and found seven black and white vortexes.

"My important matter has arrived." Dumbledore looked very calm, as if he knew all this in advance.

The first one to come out of the vortex was Fudge in a dark blue suit.

Followed by Umbridge in pink.

The final Kingsley appears with the four Aurors.

The most noticeable one is an old man with gray hair.

His mouth is crooked with scars all over his face, a small piece of flesh is missing from his nose, and his big blue pupil on the left, which is obviously a prosthetic eye, is still blinking.

He limped forward with a cane.

Vincent's scalp tingled from being stared at.

Under this big eyeball, he felt as if he had been seen completely.

"Alastor—"

Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile, "He's Vincent Wayne, as it were."

"I know, I'm just remembering some features." The voice was rough and deep.

Vincent looked at Dumbledore questioningly.

"He is Alastor Moody, a legendary Auror."

"It's almost over." Moody withdrew his gaze. "I will officially retire at the end of the year. This is my last mission."

The last mission of a legendary Auror?

Vincent glanced at the solemn Fudge, and immediately felt that the important things Dumbledore said might not be so simple.

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