This Hogwarts is not normal

Not long after lunch started, the students returned to the auditorium one after another.

Although they have been shopping all morning, they still have more to say.

Especially the third graders.

As for the first and second grade students, they can only feel envious and jealous in their hearts.

Harry was holding a dozen bags full of sweets, which he seemed to be distributing to his classmates.

Ron also has a "boot", which is a small wooden roller, which is supposed to be bought for Banban to exercise.

Recently, it has been lacking energy, and it is not very willing to go out of the dormitory.

Neville also held several bags of candy, and James and Alfred each bought something.

Lavender and Parvati gossip.

Their voices were not small, and Hermione next to them could hear them all.

As usual, Percy and Penelope were at Madame Puddiffe's Tea House again.

"A date..." Hermione murmured, taking the last bite of her sandwich.

She stood up and subconsciously looked at a position.

Vincent wasn't there, so he probably went to the activity room.

When I came to the 5th floor, I did warm-up exercises inside.

"Look, the bastard Wayne has done so many bad things, I'm just saying he's going to get his comeuppance sooner or later."

A discordant voice sounded from behind.

Hermione frowned, looking back.

The one in the school who wished Vincent the most misfortune, besides Snape, was Draco who had been beaten all the time.

He walked out of the luxuriously decorated Black Swan Club activity room with a red face, followed by two fat pig-like younger brothers.

"Draco, his teacher is Nicole Flamel, the International Alchemy Association shouldn't dare to do anything to him, right?"

"Idiot! Wayne is going to ruin their jobs, and it's not good for anyone now."

Crabbe and Goyle grinned.

Hermione clenched her fists and stood in front of them.

She pursed her lips and looked annoyed.

"Malfoy, do you think it's a glorious thing to speak ill of people behind their backs?"

Draco froze, and couldn't help laughing.

He looked directly at Hermione, who was almost as tall as himself, and his tone was full of mockery: "Ha, so it's Wayne's follower.

Big Mater, do you really think you are some kind of justice envoy?Get out now. "

Crabbe and Goyle laughed even harder.

Hermione bit her lip and didn't move aside.

Draco pushed his hand towards her shoulder with disdain in his eyes, "Ugly girl, get out of here!"

It can't be pushed, even with a little effort.

Just as he was about to push harder, Hermione grabbed his arm suddenly.

Step on the floor sideways, exert force on the waist and abdomen, and pull down with little hands.

It happened so fast that before Crabbe and Goyle could react, Draco had already been thrown over his shoulder by Hermione's "Boom", and fell firmly on the cold marble floor.

"Draco!" Crabbe and Goyle stopped laughing and hurriedly pulled him up.

Maybe it was because he fell too hard, or he didn't understand what happened, Draco's lips trembled, and he couldn't even utter a word.

Although everyone is about the same height, he is a boy with relatively strong strength.

Why is this nerd Da Banya?

Is it because he is too weak?

Draco's body trembled violently, and his fair and tender face flushed instantly.

"Very proud of it! You dirty—"

"what happened?"

An all-too-familiar voice, and a tone that is still fresh in my memory.

It was him, the person leaning against the door of the Owl Court activity room, Vincent who seemed to have been standing and watching the play for a long time.

An unprecedented sense of shame welled up in my heart.

The bastard by the door was calm and composed, clearly not paying attention to them.

The ugly girl in front of her didn't frown anymore, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, as if she was extremely happy.

Draco gritted his teeth to stop the trembling.

The situation is stronger than people, so I have to bow my head.

But he refused to accept it.

I was kicked in the knee by a freshman girl at the beginning of school, and today I was thrown over the shoulder by Dabanya.

The Malfoy family is a noble pure-blood family, and it's too rude to care about girls.

So these two accounts have to be settled on the bastard Wayne.

"Huh?" Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Vincent straightened up and walked over.

"Don't come here!" Crabbe and Goyle hurriedly protected Draco behind them, "Wayne, we are not afraid of you!"

As expected of a loyal follower, he immediately protected the boss.

Vincent's expression was subtle.

He just heard a "boom" outside, so he stopped his warm-up exercise and came out to check the situation.

Hermione's chest heaved too much, and Draco was supported by two servants like an idiot.

Alas—wasn't it just being beaten?

To be a human being, you have to be more open-minded, so that you won't be prone to qi and blood rushing up, turning your fair and tender face flushed.

"Malfoy, why are you nervous? I'm not here to beat you up."

Vincent stopped beside Hermione, "Are you all right?"

Hermione shook her head, not daring to meet his eyes, as if she had a guilty conscience.

According to her personality, she would not hit someone for no reason.

It doesn't look like a loss, it should be the first time I haven't gotten used to it.

Vincent flexed his wrist, and Crabbe and Goyle shuddered as if by reflex.

Draco raised his hand in embarrassment, and slapped them on the back of the head, "Two idiots!

Didn't you say you are not afraid?Why are you acting like a bird now! "

Crabbe and Goyle puffed out their chests and tucked in their stomachs aggrievedly, showing a sense of tenacity.

"Pfft—" Vincent laughed unkindly.

He took a step forward, and Crabbe and Goyle shuddered again.

Even fools know he's not easy to mess with.

Draco's chest heaved violently as he gasped for air.

"Wayne!" He clenched his fists tightly, "You are responsible for this ugly girl!"

Vincent glanced at Hermione quickly, then raised his eyebrows at him, "So that's it."

Crabbe and Goyle quickly grabbed Draco.

"Let go of me!" He struggled symbolically a few times, "You two bastards, let me go!"

Stupid is stupid, cowardly is cowardly, the two loyal younger brothers still dragged him away, acting quite realistically.

Vincent saw them walking away, and glanced cautiously at Hermione.

His head was lowered, and his mouth seemed to be pursed.

14 years old is the age of beauty, how can a girl be called an "ugly girl" and remain indifferent.

If you knew it earlier, you should not make a sound, and when you fight again, you will be beaten hard.

"Ahem—well, Hermione, Malfoy is used to having a bad mouth, but you're actually quite beautiful, not ugly at all."

"Really?" Hermione's little head drooped even lower.

Vincent nodded resolutely, "Be confident, Malfoy faces poodles and hags every day, his aesthetics have been severely distorted, and he is no longer a normal person."

"Puff——" Hermione suppressed her laughter, and looked up into his blue eyes, "Parkinson and Burst didn't seem to offend you, did they?"

"Eh..." Vincent muttered in a low voice, "It's not a question of whether they are lazy or not..."

Good-looking skins are the same, but interesting souls are unique.

Pansy and Millicent are neither good-looking nor funny, the fish that slip through the net.

Let Draco enjoy such a blessing.

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