This Hogwarts is not normal

Amidst the cheers that could easily cover up Slytherin's booing, Vincent held the sorting hat and thanked politely.

"It's me thanking you,

You bring back so many happy memories for me. "

It bends down along the crack, as if bowing.

It's a pity that the red-faced golden retriever couldn't see this scene.

He is being lifted up by two young servants in a very ungentlemanly manner.

"History? It is indeed breaking the history of the fastest dropout!"

Such clamor made the little lions angry.

Fred and George looked at each other sinisterly, and both of them grasped the big dung hidden in the school robe tacitly.

Mag at the staff table stared at them from a distance.

Seeing that a riot was about to break out in the auditorium, Dumbledore, as the headmaster, quietly stuffed a candy into his mouth again.

Vincent, who had put the sorting hat on, saw it. He stretched out his hand to make a silent gesture, and then blinked playfully.

The first step to successful thigh hugging is to let the other party pay attention to you.

Obviously, Vincent did.

He put on a small smile and gave the twins a big hug before they couldn't take it anymore.

"Don't be impulsive, our plan is tonight."

George whispered in his ear: "I'll see you in the common room in the early morning."

"See you soon."

Fred leaned over, "When the time comes, we'll show you a big baby."

Vincent left with a curious face.

Amidst the cheers all around, he calmly walked to the freshmen's place.

The faint boos of the little snakes were ignored as if they could not be heard.

Draco, the little golden retriever, is either bad or bad.

It is basically impossible for him to make a fool of himself in public.

"Congratulations, Vincent." Neville stood up excitedly.

"Thank you." He humbly hugged each other.

"Congratulations." Hermione sat indifferently.

She's not like a boy.

Vincent looked a little surprised.

"Why?" She raised her chin slightly, "Do you think I will welcome you very much?"

"No." He sat next to Neville.

The twins were right, girls can be irrational sometimes.

The Gryffindor table was quiet, but the Slytherin table stood out.

Draco, who was the focus of attention, obediently came down.

In terms of adapting to the wind, the Malfoy family are all good at it.

Dumbledore at the staff table stood up at this time.

"Welcome, welcome all of you to Hogwarts to start a new school year!"

Through his strange half-moon glasses, his blue eyes first glanced at Harry and then at Vincent.

"Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words.

That is: idiot!Cry!residue!screw!

thank you all! "

After he sat down, the cheers and applause of the auditorium returned again.

It's just that most of the students are confused, and they don't seem to understand the meaning of the sentence just now.

Seeing that there was a lot of food suddenly appearing on the empty plates in front of him, Vincent picked up the cutlery with dignity.

"Idiots are the way Ravenclaw House sees outsiders—"

Hermione told Neville her guess: "It's us Gryffindor who are crying..."

"Student Malfoy didn't cry, did he?" Vincent cut a small piece of pork chop from the almost full plate.

"Slytherins, who are almost all pure-bloods, of course think us little wizards from Muggle families are scum."

"You know all about it!" Hermione was so surprised that she could stuff the whole pork chop into her mouth.

"I'm not stupid." Vincent forked up a small piece of pork chop.

"If Gugu hadn't sent the letter, I should be in the fourth grade at Westminster School by now."

"Fourth grade?" Neville also opened his mouth wide: "You mean..."

"Yes, I skipped a grade." Vincent put a small piece of pork chop into his mouth.

The shock brought by these words made Hermione close her dislocated jaw with her hand in a daze.

11-year-old skipping fifth grade to study fourth grade in middle school?

It is not surprising that a master who is immersed in learning can do it.

Can Vincent, who is tall and strong, fights and has all kinds of insidious moves, do it?

Human energy is limited,

unless it is god,

Learning God.

"Vincent Wayne..."

Hermione held her head, thinking hard about this name that she had a little impression of before.

"90 years? No..."

She suddenly slapped the table and stood up, pointing to Vincent who was so frightened that he almost dropped his fork.

"You were actually No.1988 in the 1 National Youth Mathematics Contest!"

Vincent picked up the napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth without haste, "It's me."

Hermione sat down distraught.

Neville, who was caught in the middle, couldn't understand why he would become so disappointed after winning the No.1 competition.

Is this math competition for teens difficult?

Wanting to say something easy, Vincent quickly closed his mouth.

Everyone is from the same college, seven

Look down and see you,

There is no need to offend to death like the golden retriever classmate.

"Is it hard?"

Vincent nodded seriously at Neville, "It's the kind of problem that almost wastes all my free time."

"I understand."

However, the real situation is that he didn't even review before the competition.

It is good to be born in the big food empire in the previous life, but in this life, you can win the Grand Slam without a doubt.

Vincent, who started eating again, didn't know that Hermione, who picked up the tableware without saying a word, already regarded him as a competitor in her heart.

Labels such as playboy, thug, and school scum, were torn off until only one remained.

Like a walking dead, she instinctively stuffed the food into her mouth and chewed it.

Even if the ghost not far away threw off the head with only Pi attached, her eyes never wavered.

"What's wrong with her?" Vincent folded the napkin after the meal was over.

Neville, whose mouth was full of pudding, was about to speak when he saw him handing him a new napkin.

"Thanks--

She probably misunderstood you before she felt guilty. "

Vincent nodded thoughtfully.

Hermione is a little stronger,

I always love to be true to myself,

But at least it is much more pleasing to the eye than the golden retriever classmates.

He looked at the staff table, and found that Professor Snape, who taught potions, had problems with his eyes again.

Such fiery and loving gazes were so hot that Harry subconsciously covered the lightning scar on his forehead with his hands.

While getting goosebumps, Vincent also noticed Professor Quirrell next to Snape, who was wearing a turban.

The back of his head was aimed squarely at Harry.

If the old bat had this ability, the little lions of Gryffindor could still be so arrogant?

This is definitely a bald socket man wrapped in a garlic-flavored turban doing power!

Neville, who was learning how to fold the napkins, hadn't folded them neatly, and the big pudding that had only taken a bite on the plate in front of him suddenly disappeared.

The amazed Vincent set his sights on the headmaster in the middle.

He is indeed the biggest official in the school, as long as he stands up, all the students will be quiet.

"Now that you are all fed and drunk, I want to say a few more words to you.

At the beginning of the new semester, I would like to make a few points for attention.

Attention first-year freshmen, no students are allowed to enter the forest area outside the school. "

Dumbledore's eyes swept to the twins who were sitting well, "Some of our classmates in the old class should also remember this well."

"Also, Mr. Filch, the administrator, asked me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the corridors between classes.

The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in participating in the college representative team, please contact Ms. Huo Qi. "

"Finally, I have to tell everyone—"

His originally smiling eyes became serious, "Anyone who doesn't want to encounter accidents and painful deaths, please don't enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

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