This Hogwarts is not normal

The Cornish elves are very mischievous and much smarter than the goblins outside the Burrow.

After being hit twice by Vincent's alder wand, none of them dared to come near him again.

But other places are different.

Hermione is okay, proficient in using various spells to drive away.

Draco had a bad luck.

The elf not only grabbed his school robe, but also messed with his carefully groomed hairstyle.

Crabbe and Goyle wanted to help, but their little hands were tightly clenched and refused to let go.

"Idiot! Don't pull too hard!"

In addition, several smashed through the windows and slipped directly out of the corridor.

Filch would be very angry.

Ink was spilled all over the classroom, books and papers were torn to shreds, wallpaper was scratched to pieces, waste bins were turned upside down, and schoolbags and textbooks were thrown out of the broken window one by one.

Most of the students hid under their desks.

Vincent, who was sitting still, was very unhappy.

Because they didn't throw away their textbooks.

"Come on, drive them back!" cried Lockhart. "They're just little elves—"

He rolled up his sleeves and waved his wand wildly, "Peschepixi Pesternomi!"

It didn't have any effect, and even a few elves jumped straight over.

The moment the valuable cherry wood wand was snatched, Lockhart bent down and hid under the podium.

Vincent looked up at a few who were shaking the crystal chandelier.

If this thing falls, the whole class will suffer.

"Gather quickly—"

The alder wand pointed upwards, then swept around.

The mischievous elves seemed to be drawn, and flew backwards into the big cage where they were originally kept.

"Shet!" Draco's school robe and hair were ripped off.

The crumbling crystal chandelier was pushed back, and the broken windows were restored.

But Vincent did not restore the torn wallpaper and paper scraps.

It's not that he can't, it's just that he doesn't want to see that big face.

Lockhart poked his head out of the podium, "Wow - it turned out that my spell was delayed."

"The wand is coming—" Vincent caught the cherry wand with his right hand, "Yes, Professor."

All eyes of the students were on him.

Although it was very chaotic just now, many people saw the process of his spell casting.

With the wand gone, what spell could delay it like this?

Lockhart took the wand without embarrassment, "Well, I was actually just testing your reactions to unexpected situations."

He put the black cloth back on the cage, "Vincent performed very well, and he successfully resolved this crisis in a calm manner."

Vincent felt instantly offended.

Where did the "crisis" come from?

It's not Lockhart who is eloquent on the podium.

"Everyone should learn from him, although his ability is still slightly lower than mine."

The students almost rolled their eyes.

The same goes for the more "stubborn" Lavender.

She was sitting right behind Vincent, one of the members who was not persecuted by the elves.

This is something that even the idol filter is not good for, no matter how reasonable the explanation is, it is untenable.

Lockhart stood awkwardly, but luckily the bell rang suddenly to save him.

"I won't keep homework, everyone go back." He left the classroom as if to escape as soon as he finished speaking.

"You don't have to thank me." Vincent looked at Draco, then got up and left.

He didn't even touch the signed collector's edition.

Hermione dug out her timetable and tore it to shreds after a moment's hesitation.

Her empty little face seemed to indicate that something else had been torn to pieces together.

……

……

Owl Court Club Event Room.

"That's a disaster!"

Ron was complaining to his twin brother, "I thought he was just a showman at best, but I didn't expect it to be paper."

"George, when do we have Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"I don't know, we're all going to skip class anyway."

"good idea!"

With smirks on their faces, Fred and George spread the word to the club students.

Vincent, who was sitting quietly in the corner, was holding a notebook in his left hand, while holding a barbell up and down with his right hand.

Neville, who was sitting next to him playing cards, stood up suddenly, "Oops! I left my textbook in the classroom!"

James, who was reading comics, poked his head out, "To be honest, those old books are disgusting even if I wipe my ass with them."

"At least it's not as disgusting as you." Alfred threw the cards on the table, "Can you not come to my side intentionally or unintentionally?"

"Aren't you curious?" James turned the comic over mysteriously.

Alfred quickly closed his eyes, "Ah—you go away—"

Vincent glanced at it inadvertently, and quickly returned his attention to the notebook.

Simply unsightly!

Isn't it just a book, who is looking down on by coding?

Neville pretended not to see them, "Actually, it's good that I didn't bring them, so I can remember one less thing."

Vincent closed his notebook and stretched his waist, "If your grandma finds out, she will definitely send you a roaring letter."

"Ah..." Neville shuddered a little, then straightened his neck, "Come on, I don't care what other people think anyway."

Alfred pushed aside the comic book covering his face, "You are in such a powerful state, at least at the same level as Lao Zhan."

James behind him glared at him with contempt, "What do you know, I'm trying to find the way for you."

"Thank you, I kindly accept it."

Vincent shook his head helplessly, and put the barbell upright on the table, "Do you want to exercise?"

"Please, it's the first day of school!"

"Okay." When he turned to face the ring, he accidentally found Luna sitting near the door.

Sitting with Ginny, she was flipping through the Gwent cards in her hand one by one.

Whatever the purpose, a club's popularity is evidenced by its new arrivals.

Unfortunately, there are still no Slytherin students.

……

……

After the twins' publicity, in just half a day, the whole school knew that Lockhart had caused a disaster.

Not long after the astronomy class was over, the six little figures gathered in the kitchen.

"So you already knew?"

"I've been speculating, but I'm sure today."

Hermione remembered some small details from before, "You're right, I hate who I used to be now."

Vincent comforted her, "It's good that you didn't deceive yourself, after all, he really does look like one."

"Dumbledore must be crazy." Rove glanced at the open Marauder's Map, "Even if you can't find a suitable professor, you don't need to choose such a person, right?"

"Mr. Scamander is actually this year's professor."

"My grandpa?"

"That's right." Vincent told the details of how Dumbledore cheated on Newt.

As his own grandson, Rove really didn't know this happened.

"Mr. Scamander is trying to take it as a surprise, he is not the type of person who likes to show off."

"Oh—grandpa still doesn't dare to make grandma angry.

If he had insisted, we wouldn't have had to face Lockhart for a whole year. "

Hermione's little head hung lower and lower.

Every comment about Lockhart pierced into her heart like a sharp knife.

A person cannot be judged by his appearance,

What you can see is often what other people want you to see.

……

……