This Hogwarts is not normal

The birth of the magic base station heralds Vincent's future being full of danger.

There is more than one Britain in the world, and he alone cannot change the world.

Hermione was fascinated by the confidence he displayed.

When did that momentum that got stronger and stronger, as if everything was under control, begin to appear?

From the emergence of epoch-making alchemical items?

From being the British Teen Representative for the Wizengamot?

From acquiring a stake in Hogwarts?

From beating 16-year-old Tom Riddle?

From winning the annual school Quidditch championship?

From the invention of Gwent?

No, it is not.

Probably from the first time they met, Vincent had already felt like this to her.

So he did things without any scruples because he was convinced that he could do it and moved firmly towards this path.

Hermione thought of the wonderful memories of those years, and her mouth unconsciously raised slightly.

"Thank you, Vincent." Her voice was small but full of emotion.

Vincent didn't seem to hear, "What about you? How are you practicing the Patronus Charm?"

"I feel like I'm still missing an opportunity."

He recalled the scene in Nurmengard.

Grindelwald's teachings were simple and direct, which was to let yourself inject beautiful memories into the Patronus Charm.

Is it not enough?

Vincent waved his wand, "Calling the Gods to Guard——"

The pale golden Suan Ni Patronus flew out of the tip of the staff and rested quietly at his feet, letting the small fireworks he summoned explode.

“Think about the memories that truly make you happy.”

Hermione murmured, "The memories that really make me happy..."

She waved her wand and summoned a ball of silver light.

First night out with Vincent?

Although the whole process was on tenterhooks, having him break school rules with me and eating tomato and egg noodles made by him was undoubtedly a happy past.

And then there was the Fighting Club, the predecessor to the Court of Owls Club?

In fact, if you think about it seriously, it seems that she took the initiative and gave in to herself.

Next is the first flying lesson?

She can still clearly remember the "hogwarts" tracks traced by the broomstick.

and also……

There are so many happy memories, too many to count.

As the corners of Hermione's mouth rose, more and more cracks appeared on the surface of the silver light group.

A beam of bright light shone through the gap, and soon there was a second and third beam.

Finally, it shattered like an eggshell about to hatch.

The patron saint of Suanni, who was lying on his stomach and staring at the fireworks, raised his big head, as if he was expecting something to happen.

A dazzling light flashed by, and a silver baby bird stood on the tip of Hermione's staff.

Its body is only the size of a fist, but its tail feathers are long and hanging down.

"Peacock?" Vincent's expression was a little strange.

Under normal circumstances, the form of the patron saint is always closely related to the wizard's inner world.

The chick suddenly raised its little head and slowly spread its tail feathers behind it, as if giving him a positive answer.

The tail feathers as beautiful as fireworks instantly stunned the Suan Ni patron saint.

The little peacock patronus flapped its wings and landed in front of it, standing proudly.

"This...isn't..." Hermione suddenly became incoherent and panicked, "I mean it...my patronus should just be..."

Vincent shrugged, "Actually, you don't need to explain."

Craving attention, especially from him.

Hermione's face turned red with anxiety, "I don't have one, it made its own decisions..."

The little peacock patron saint moved to the side, showing off his beautiful tail feathers to the suanni patron saint.

Vincent suppressed a smile and said, "Your patron saint is quite ugly."

"Isn't it because-" Hermione hurriedly shut her mouth.

I almost let it slip.

No matter what, her patron saint finally has a physical form and can better deal with dementors.

You must know that this is the Scottish Highlands, and the movement just now may attract them.

She's pretty cute when she's shy, Vincent thought.

"What's next?"

"I plan to optimize the magic base station again."

"Then I'll help too."

"You don't study by yourself?"

"No."

When the Hogwarts students woke up in the morning, the two had spent more than twenty days in the Scottish Highlands.

The little peacock patron saint has grown up, and now his arms are as long as his tail feathers.

The optimization of the Magic Base Station is also very smooth. The coverage range has reached 3 kilometers and can automatically maintain normal operation for a week.

At the end of the morning class, Vincent and Hermione activated the time-turner at the same time.

The target is the fifth greenhouse outside the castle, the fourth grade herbal medicine class.

Sprout walked into the classroom to teach normally, seemingly unaware of the two people hiding under the Disguise Curse.

Hermione was on tenterhooks the whole time and didn't even dare to take notes, for fear that her writing movements would be too big.

Vincent, on the other hand, was writing notes without worrying about being discovered.

After class.

"Here, here you go."

Hermione blankly took the notebook handed over by Vincent.

"You must not have listened carefully just now, right? If you want, we can go back and take the herbal medicine class again."

"No need to bother." She raised the notebook in her hand playfully, "This is enough."

Next up is the fourth grade Charms class.

Hermione heard a soft "swishing" sound in her ears and gradually relaxed.

Flitwick's class is the same as McGonagall's. Basically, half of the class is about theoretical knowledge, and the remaining half of the class is for students to practice.

Closing his notebook, Vincent turned his attention to the fourth graders.

"Red Spark" is a magic similar to a flare.

It is not limited to red, but the purpose of this magic is towards marking, so choosing red will be more conspicuous.

If you switch to green, shout out another spell while silently casting the spell...

Vincent opened his notebook and wrote a line of small words that "can effectively confuse the enemy."

Of course, if this magic could be instantaneous, I believe Fred and George would be fine and would set it off like fireworks.

Once again, the next line read "Party masters must learn magic spells", and then he looked back at the fourth grade students.

Only three people can cast red sparks immediately in class. It seems that this spell is not easy to learn.

Go to the activity room after class.

Vincent successfully fired red sparks from the tip of his staff the first time.

It's not small in size, but luckily it dissipates automatically when it hits the ceiling.

Hermione also tried it, and the sparks were smaller than his.

It turns out it’s not because of the difficulty.

The fourth grade classes are easy, but what about the fifth grade classes?

In the afternoon, in the back row of the Transfiguration classroom.

Fred and George always felt like there was a dark wind behind them, as if something invisible was playing tricks on them.

Hermione, who was standing behind the two of them, had long known that Vincent was up to something.

She smiled, lowered her head and continued to write notes carefully.

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