This Hogwarts is not normal

Trophine's prophecy includes characters and events, and a careful guess can give an approximate time.

There is only one event for the horse people, a war that will determine the future of the magic world is about to happen.

"I can only reveal so much." Margaret thanked the stars reverently.

Seeing that the horsemen were all thanking each other, Vincent also learned to put his fists on his chest and bowed slightly.

"Was it Voldemort's war?"

"You actually—" Baine quickly shook his head, "That's right, this is the only place he dare not attack rashly."

Margery gave an ambiguous answer, "Wizards are never the only ones who determine the future of the magic world."

"A war between wizards and magical creatures?"

He shook his head and nodded again, "I can't reveal more, otherwise I would be defying fate."

Vincent's brain ached from hearing this.

No wonder Hagrid, who was surrounded by a few centaurs in the distance, didn't like them.

It is estimated that few Gryffindors will like it.

When he thought about it, he suddenly discovered that the three people who had gained the friendship of the horses in the past century were all Gryffindors.

We chatted for a while in front of the bonfire, and it soon became late at night.

Although he really wanted to skip the astronomy class, Hagrid, who pushed the centaurs away, refused to let him.

Vincent, who returned the same way, pursed his lips, "Professor Sinista is always introducing the landforms of various planets, so it's better to listen to the leader of Margaret explain the meaning of various signs."

"I thought you wouldn't be interested in these things."

Hagrid was right, until he heard a prophecy.

Compared with Dumbledore, he thinks he is considered good.

The prophecy of Voldemort and Harry has only verified the first one so far, and the "marked enemy" should be when it is really resurrected.

Compared to Dumbledore who would desperately calculate Tom based on the last two, Vincent just needs to stop being someone's apprentice.

The hundred-year-old strongest man in the magic world can't be soft, and he can't be hard on a child.

The Dark Lord was beautiful on the surface, but his end was too miserable.

It is his true idea this semester to dawdle.

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astronomy tower.

With Sinistra's arrival, Hermione's expression was extremely anxious.

After the History of Magic class, her President Wayne took astronomy class again.

Next time, isn't it time for Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

Sinistar did not have the habit of calling names, but asked the students to set up the astronomical telescope first.

"There are no clouds today, and it is a good day to observe the moon."

Both the little lion and the little eagle found the moon.

It was indeed a good day, and even the crater above could be clearly seen.

Absent-minded Hermione listened, watched and took notes, occasionally turning her head to the stairs.

Her anticipation was not in vain.

Vincent walked up naturally, holding an astronomical telescope in his hand.

Sinistra was concentrating on his lecture, and the only one who could spot him was Hermione, who had fierce eyes.

As if his eyes were too enthusiastic, he quickly set up the binoculars and mixed in among the lion cubs.

"The moon is our satellite, it has blocked countless asteroid impacts for us..."

The theme is the moon, Vincent subconsciously raised his hand.

"Mr. Wayne, do you have any questions?"

"Yes, Professor Sinistra.

Why are the craters on the surface of the moon not always deep, and the diameter is not as large as that of the earth? "

"Interesting question, Mr. Wayne."

Sinistra chuckled at him and said, "According to Muggles, due to the weaker gravitational force on the moon, the impact it can cause is much smaller than that on the earth."

She waved a rather complicated gesture with both hands, and slowly raised and lowered the huge astronomical telescope in the Astronomy Tower.

Most of the students were fascinated by casting without a wand, but a few became more confused.

We all know that the earth has an atmosphere.

Although the gravity of the earth can pull the meteorite, it will also burn and disintegrate under the friction with the atmosphere.

Some of the smaller ones can't even pass the test of the atmosphere.

After passing through the level with a large volume, the impact it can cause will be greatly reduced.

Hermione, who is good at mathematics, roughly calculated, and found that the craters on the front of the moon were really unscientific.

If you count the tidal locking that cannot be displaced by the impact, it is a miracle that the moon is still revolving around the earth.

"If the wizards say—"

Sinista glanced at her and Vincent, "We were actually born when the moon hit the earth.

It may be the source of magic, or it may just be an asteroid with a particularly hard shell. "

This "we" is used very spiritually.

Vincent recalled what Hagrid had just said.

The centaurs are not interested in the moon, probably because it is a source of magic itself, or it has no value to observe at all.

"Professor, I have no other questions."

Sinistra clapped his hands lightly and put the huge telescope back in place.

"Next, let's adjust the angle to the largest crater on the surface of the moon..."

This is the astronomy class that Vincent has listened to the most seriously since the beginning of the year.

After class, Hermione came over.

"Don't tell me that you have been exploring the Forbidden Forest for 10 hours."

"Yeah, I also went to the tribe of the centaur."

She looked around Vincent carefully, "You're actually favored by Merlin again!"

"It is a must!"

He mysteriously raised his right arm and patted it, "I am the third little wizard who has won the friendship of the horse people in the past hundred years."

After a little thought, Hermione had already guessed who the first two were when she returned to the common room.

"get out of class is over?" Fred and George had been waiting since dinner was over.

Although they always liked to go to the Forbidden Forest before, since Dumbledore arranged the magic, all the layouts have changed.

Under many curious eyes, Vincent told all the things that happened to him today.

"The centaurs still have this tradition!" Percy seemed to have forgotten the current time.

"They—they—Mr Scamander was right anyway."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and both felt a chill.

This is the difference between a child and an adult.

In contrast, Percy not only forgot the curfew time, but also kept asking when to organize an outing.

Vincent, of course, has to fulfill his expectations.

"Next month, I haven't solved the giant eight-eyed spider yet!"

Fred and George both smirked and leaned against Percy.

"My good brother, don't you really want to see their tribe?"

"I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!"

"Oh, puberty is so annoying~"

At this moment, Percy remembered his status as a prefect.

"Give me all back! It's curfew time!"

The hippie-faced twins grimaced right under his nose before twirling their butts back to the dormitory.

16 years old, a boy with a girlfriend.

It's Gryffindor!

Percy is really brave.

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