This Hogwarts is not normal

According to incomplete statistics, they greeted Karkaroff 1274 times in total.

The four little boys lost to Hermione without exception, no matter the number of times or the quality.

It was the first time they knew that the little witch was under such great pressure that she was able to keep chanting for 5 minutes without stopping.

"Have a drink."

"Thank you." Hermione finished her drink in one gulp, and when she wanted to continue, she found that the eyes of the four people were all strange.

She put down the glass a little more ladylike, "Gentlemen, I'm going to have breakfast first."

Vincent looked at her back, shrugged at the other three,

"Don't underestimate the fighting power of girls, they are terrifying when they are serious."

"I've known you for a long time."

"Feel the same."

"continue?"

"Farewell." James opened the "Daily Prophet",

"The collector's edition of the wizard card will be released tomorrow, and I can't wait to see their tails up to the sky."

Vincent looked over at the Slytherin table.

Black Swan is not here, probably because he knows that he has become a school manager.

If you are not in charge of your family, you don't know how expensive firewood is.

With 7 board seats, he realized how much money Hogwarts was burning.

Not to mention the ingredients in the kitchen, not to mention the formal and informal staff salaries, the preparation for each course is already a headache.

Especially Snape, almost always reported the most high-end rare herbs.

Not to mention the seventh grade students, even potion masters rarely use it.

Okay, let's go to the Batcave when I'm fattened up.

After breakfast, Vincent took out his small notebook and began to calculate this month's expenses.

If the situation in Germany is good, about 3000 Galleons can be distributed. In addition to the recent slight increase in the momentum of several countries, there may be a profit of more than 1 a month.

He himself had nothing to spend money on, and the 12 directors of Hogwarts shared less than 1000 Galleons a month.

To have a surplus of spare money is to make ends meet.

It is absolutely impossible for the Gwent card to develop into what it is now if it relies on itself.

"Are you free this afternoon?" Hermione sat next to him after breakfast.

"Yes, I have."

"Help me practice the curse is the end."

Vincent closed his notebook, "No problem."

An exciting Gwent promotion match is taking place in the Owl Court Room.

Gryffindor's strongest must be decided between a pair of brothers.

They are Ron, who is good at operations in the second grade, and his older brother Percy, who is full of calculations every step of the way.

When Vincent and Hermione came in, they had each won a game.

"Now is the key to deciding the outcome!" Li held the microphone, excitedly explaining the purpose of the card that Percy just played.

"Who do you think will win?" Hermione bent down into the ring where Vincent pulled the rope.

"Come on, Percy, Ron's too young right now."

"What if it were you?"

Vincent stepped across the rope without saying a word, smiling.

Hermione shook her head and took out her wand.

In fact, she has already learned the spell to stop, but the more advanced ten thousand spells will end up needing more practice.

"Is it really going to end tomorrow?"

"Please pay close attention to where my spell falls."

"Fiem—" A small red dot lit up on the tip of the vine wood wand.

All curses end is not as simple as changing to blue.

It requires the user to concentrate and mana to further enhance the effect of mantra stop.

With a sound of "Hugh", a disarming spell was shot from the tip of the alder staff.

Very suddenly, Hermione was hit.

She didn't let go of her wand, but frowned tightly.

"Tomorrow will end everything." Vincent cast a second silent disarming spell.

This time Hermione reacted quickly, and the tip of the wand slapped the spell he had shot.

But before they had time to be happy, the disarming curses came one after another.

Blocked two and ended up getting hit on the wrist with a knocking wand.

"The wand is coming—" She took her wand back.

Vincent simply raised his empty right hand.

Hermione, who was highly stressed, seemed to become more motivated every time her wand was knocked away.

One is continuing to fight, and the other is stubbornly resisting.

The few people on the edge of the ring were stunned.

Daphne, who was paying attention the whole time, noticed that the tip of the vine wooden wand had a faint blue light.

Cedric also found out, "I just learned that the curse is always dead, I didn't expect that she has already caught up."

"These are the two little monsters." George shuddered.

"Fred, let's go to the game!"

The twins with smirks on their faces squeezed to Li's side, one left and one right.

"Whoa - baby Ronnie actually played a Snape card!"

"Look, Vice President Percy is panicking, his hands holding the cards are shaking!"

"Fred! George!" Ron was still too tender.

Percy took the opportunity to play a Hogwarts campus legend - Batman.

"And this one, the bat logo!"

Ron stared blankly at a large number of members of the Bat family opposite him.

Careless, I didn't think of countermeasures in advance.

His flustered expression gave Percy enough confidence.

I wasn't sure before because I didn't know if there was a countermeasure.

Now sure, no.

At the same time that the match was declared over, Hermione on the ring hung down her wand wearily.

The red light on the tip of the staff had turned into blue light.

Although the range is reduced, the effect is stronger.

Daphne went up to support her, "You did it, you really did it!"

"Yeah." Hermione looked at the faint blue light on the tip of the wand.

All the hard work is worth it, Merlin will never give up the hardworking little wizard.

Vincent picked up the towel hanging on the rope and threw one at Daphne,

"This is indeed the end of the curse, congratulations, Hermione."

She took the towel and wiped off the sweat from her forehead, "It's far worse than you."

"At least it's much better than Seid."

Cedric came up with a snap.

"Dear President, can you help me learn the Patronus Charm?"

Vincent raised his wand, "It's very simple, it just requires you to have a strong belief.

Call God to protect—”

The golden 狻猊 seems to have grown up again.

Luo Fufo, who has just learned the Patronus Charm, is very good.

The learning threshold that can only be reached in the sixth grade, Vincent in the second grade has not only reached it, but even learned to materialize it.

"Try to imagine some good memories, that will be your greatest strength."

After calming down, Cedric chanted the spell: "Call God to protect—"

His ash wand sent a silvery mist in the air.

Sitting next to Vincent, the patron saint of suanni took a glance, and then returned to the daze state just now.

"Merlin's Gwent card!" Fred snatched the microphone, "Our creamy kid actually summoned the patron saint of the air!"

Cedric settled down and said the spell again.

This time, a cloud of silvery light covered the tip of the staff.

Although it is still a long way from success, this is indeed progress.

"Oh Merlin—it's the Patronus of Light Bulbs!"

He lowered his wand, eyes glowing red.

Fred and George quickly spread their feet and slipped away.

Percy, who won the title of Gwent's strongest card in Gryffindor College, was hurt.

I haven't heard a few words of blessing yet, why are all the people running outside.

"It must be them!"

The only ones who dared to cheat him like this were those two "cute" younger brothers.

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