This Hogwarts is not normal

"My good brother, are you sure you want to try yourself?"

"That's how I learned to fly."

"May Merlin bless you..."

In the Hogwarts kitchen in the early morning, the three regular customers seemed to have new activities after supper.

The Illusion Curse, which requires super powerful magic power, even the twins dare not try it by themselves. Vincent, who has only been in class for a few days, dares to try it himself.

The cause is a hunch, an intuition that firmly believes that you will succeed.

The alder wand rested on one arm under the gaze of two large, frightened eyes.

It gradually becomes transparent along the back of the hand, as if disappearing in the real world.

"Ah! My hand!"

Vincent suddenly clutched his empty right arm, fell to the ground and rolled with a painful expression.

"It hurts!"

The twins watched his performance with cold eyes the whole time.

George said with a serious face, "President Wayne, think about it, you will definitely be a top star in the magic world in the future."

"No, Percy!" Fred pursed his lips. "Wayne will join the Scottish team and help us win the Quidditch World Cup every four years."

Vincent sat up from the ground, staring at the two perfectly imitated big faces in front of him in a daze.

"You two, are you really not the undercover agents sent by the Academy of Magic and Drama to Hogwarts?"

"Pfft—hahaha..."

Not long after the twins laughed, he laughed too.

Thinking of McGonagall's excited little hands and Snape's gloomy face dripping water during dinner, the three of them laughed so hard that they rolled on the ground with their bellies in their hands.

"I'm sure Malfoy ended badly~"

"Didn't his father know Snape very well?"

Fred straightened up suddenly, "Dude, if you've taken his class, you'll know that he basically has the same attitude towards everyone except us Gryffindors."

"What's your attitude?" Vincent, who was going to have Potions class tomorrow, became interested.

"Snape wasn't called an old bat for nothing,"

George looked at him with a little sympathy, "He comes and goes without a trace, and always appears when you make a mistake."

"That's it?" Vincent waved his hands nonchalantly, "Then I just don't make mistakes."

"Innocent!"

Fred stood up, "The reason why an old bat is an old bat is that the most important thing is that he will constantly interfere with you, trying to make you make mistakes on your own initiative."

Vincent, who was sitting obediently, stared wide-eyed, "Ah, he shouldn't treat me like this tomorrow, right?"

"Slytherin got 50 points deducted today."

"I will deduct points again because of you."

"Cuckoo—"

George came to a dining table and shook his head violently, pretending to have long hair.

"Good morning, 10 points from Gryffindor."

Fred sat weakly in front of him, "Professor Snape, why did you deduct our points?"

"If the weather is bad, another 20 points will be deducted."

"Oh, no—"

"If you yell in class, 30 points will be deducted."

It was a bit weird, but after Vincent thought about it for a while, he realized that it was really the case.

Just because Harry didn't make friends with Draco and played with red-haired Ron, Snape's performance in the first potions class was simply amazing.

Hermione, who raised her hands high, was ignored. Neville blew up the potion and blamed Harry, who was sitting next to her, for not reminding her in time.

This old bat exuding cold air was definitely a master of school violence when he was young.

In another eight hours, two classes will be held...

"I'm a little cold, I want to go back to sleep." Vincent rubbed his left hand on his right arm, which was slightly cold from the disillusionment spell.

"Man, may Merlin bless you."

"We'll come and visit you after class."

The twins who were gloating and smiling gave Vincent the illusion that something big was about to happen. .seven

That night, he had another dream.

The greasy potions professor in the bat suit shook his head, jumped up from the Quidditch audience, and kicked the Gryffindor players away one by one.

He was the worst one, and even flew to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The horned ostrich with dinosaur skin opened its mouth, dripping sticky saliva all over his body.

"You—don't come here!"

Vincent woke up in a cold sweat.

This sticky feeling is very similar to a dream.

"What's the matter? Has the dormitory been burglarized?" Neville opened his eyes in a daze, and then closed them immediately.

"No, I had a nightmare."

"Oh……"

Seeing that it was almost dawn, Vincent didn't intend to continue to sleep.

After an afternoon of treatment, the minor injuries on the three roommates have already healed.

After he got up, he came to James' bedside and found that both ears were stuffed with cotton.

"It can't be this guy Ah Fu..."

Alfred was fast asleep.

Neither of these two had obviously had nightmares, so the reason why Vincent had nightmares...

"Hoo-hoo-" Neville's snoring sounded at the right time.

Broadly speaking, Hogwarts is indeed the best school.

But in some ways it was really bad.

For example, magic will interfere with electronic equipment, or meeting three best roommates.

Vincent, who ate breakfast with a black face all the time, lost his appetite after drinking half a glass of milk.

"Wait a minute, shall we be the first to pass?"

"You go first."

After dinner, he followed Harry the whole time.

"Vincent, what's the matter with you?"

"Potions class."

As soon as these words came out, Ron's small body trembled slightly.

To say that the one who fucked Draco the most was undoubtedly the big boy with blond and gray hair in front of him.

However, the most ruthless thing was the little red hair who tore off a bunch of blond hair yesterday.

The relationship between Snape and old Malfoy was so good that they could wear the same pair of pants.

The good friend's son was messed up so badly, and it was his old enemy Weasley, how could Ron have good fruit to eat.

"I'm done, Snape will find any reason to deduct points from me..."

His broken thoughts affected Vincent.

"I'm more serious than you, and Slytherin still has points deducted."

After McGonagall left yesterday, she personally took Hermione's broom to find Dumbledore.

The emerald hourglass in the auditorium just now obviously has only a little bit of green left.

But the ruby ​​one is already half full.

"It shouldn't be confiscated," Harry reassured them, "What's more, Snape is still the dean, so it's impossible for him to do such a thing."

The consolation was sincere consolation, but the effect not only failed to have any effect, but made the two of them even more uncomfortable.

"If it's a big deal, I'll get more points than anyone else!" What Vincent cared about was the Academy Cup at the end of the school year.

Ron stiffened his neck, imitating his appearance of holding his head high, "Yes, they only have a little point left, and it's too early to surpass us!"

Harry pushed open the gloomy dungeon door in front of him, "Actually, you're all good. I've felt that Snape doesn't like me since the start-of-school feast."

"That's an illusion."

"He does that to everyone, especially us Gryffindors."

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