This Hogwarts is not normal

With little thought, Vincent guessed what the twins saw.

"Weasley's Wizard Wheezes."

"It's boring."

"agree."

He turned to look at Hermione, but received a sharp stare.

"Okay, I won't say."

She backed away slightly, "This should be a kind of magic that can peek into the heart, probably similar to the sorting hat."

"Well..." Vincent stepped forward and looked at the mirror.

Sure enough, what was reflected inside was him standing in front of the mirror at this very moment.

"Ugh--"

This weak sigh made the three of them seem to realize something.

During the longest sorting process in history, Vincent's behavior of talking to himself is very strange.

Either there's something wrong with this person, or there's something wrong with the Sorting Hat.

Will there be problems with the magic props that host the thoughts of the four founders of Hogwarts?

"You—couldn't you..."

"Yes, it is just an ordinary mirror in my eyes."

Hermione, who looked surprised, made the twins realize something.

All kinds of weird talents in the magic world have more or less irritating shortcomings.

Not to mention, although a certain Transfiguration Magus who graduated last year can easily pretend to be someone else, it is difficult to hide the truth when he meets a Legilimency Master.

What are the downsides of being a natural Occlumency Master?

Can't be hacked into the brain?

This is clearly an advantage.

"I'm envious." Fred pursed his lips, "No wonder Cedric regards you as an opponent."

"Cedric?"

"He is the best student in the fourth grade, and many fifth and sixth graders can't compare to him."

"Very good." Vincent turned his back and stroked his chin in an old-fashioned way. "If the villains are all Malfoy, I will be very disappointed."

"Cedric is not a villain~"

"what?"

"He's a Hufflepuff student."

"I see." Vincent nodded solemnly, without any embarrassment on his face.

"Oh, this man is hopeless..." Hermione sighed.

The twins agreed with serious expressions.

Vincent rolled his eyes at the three, "This mirror is useless to me, I might as well go back to sleep earlier."

"You've changed!" George clutched his chest and said in pain, "It's been a long night, are you sure you want to leave us?"

"I don't have a share." Hermione seemed a little anxious.

One o'clock in the morning is the dead of night.

"Forbidden Forest?" Vincent came to the window, "I mainly want to make sure that the smoke has dissipated."

"good idea!"

The twins hopped out of the classroom.

Hermione drew her wand.

"There's no need to pretend." He walked towards the door, "Professor McGonagall knew that we have the habit of traveling at night."

"Ah?" She lowered her little hand with an absurd face, "Since when?"

"The time Malfoy got caught."

If Hermione hadn't been there, Vincent wouldn't have been exposed.

As for McGonagall's small thesis assignment, it is estimated that they could not be assigned.

"Sorry, I……"

"Don't talk about it, it's so embarrassing."

Vincent rested the back of his head in his hands, and casually walked down the steps step by step.

Hermione, who followed behind with her mouth pursed, stopped talking several times.

It wasn't long before she walked out of the castle that she trotted to the front.

"I can help you sort out the professor's paper."

"Do you want the authorship right?" Vincent squinted his eyes, "If you want to be the Minister of Magic, you have to show off when you are young~"

"I'm not that kind of person!"

"Okay, I'm blind."

After making a small joke, he said seriously: "If you want to move towards this goal, you need to learn a lot from Percy. Seven

Although he is really annoying in some aspects. "

Hermione clenched her small fists, "At least I wouldn't treat my friends like this."

"Oh." Vincent chuckled, "I've always been honored to be Miss Granger's friend."

When she was slightly dazed, he had already walked away slowly.

"Hey, wait for me!"

……

……

In front of the path leading to the Forbidden Forest, there is a house made of wood.

"Huh-ha-"

The twins could hear Hagrid's snoring from a distance.

"Shh-"

Hermione, who came trotting over, pouted, "How do we get in?"

Fred pointed to the cabin. "Hagrid has a big black dog named Fang. He has a good nose and ears."

Vincent, who walked quickly, looked around.

Only this path leading to the Forbidden Forest is safe, and passing from other places is dangerous to a certain extent.

"Adventure, of course, is to choose an unknown path."

He took out the SAS Commando Knife from his pocket, "Don't look at me like that, it's for self-defense."

Hermione stared at him suspiciously, "You didn't have a gun, did you?"

"of course not."

Vincent took the initiative to take the task of opening the way.

The three people who followed behind Guangguang obviously didn't believe what he said.

Perhaps under the cover of the Illusion Curse, the gun was pointed steadily forward.

"Really not." He cut open the vine with a dagger, "Quirrell hasn't shown up recently, so it's useless for me to bring it out."

"Okay." Fred looked to the left, "The Forbidden Forest seems to be different.

Even in the fringe areas, there should be many magical animals inhabiting them. "

George smirked and helped to tear off the vines, "Dude, you are so lucky."

Vincent bent over and walked through, "You know Felicia, right?

I am a little wizard with a bonus of luck. "

After Hermione passed through, she immediately gave him a blank look, "Yeah, I'm so lucky that I never got caught."

"Thank you for the compliment."

She was so angry that she wanted to stretch her foot to kick over.

"Oh~" George jumped in front of the two, "Did I come at the right time?"

"Quite in time." Vincent glanced at Hermione's little feet that were about to move.

"Hmph—" She lifted her chin lightly and lit her wand.

"Hurry up, it's going to be dawn before we go on."

Vincent shrugged at the twins, saying that girls are so unpredictable.

The four quickened their pace and walked over the bushes to the lake.

As soon as Fred approached, he was choked and coughed violently.

"Ah, no wonder they all moved."

After he finished speaking, he retreated a little embarrassed.

"I'm not well prepared, it seems like next time~" George patted him on the back.

"Quirrell probably didn't dare to go deep last time."

Hermione looked at the lake from a distance, "I wonder if he will come here again."

In the eyes of the students, Quirrell seemed to have fully recovered except for becoming more neurotic.

However, Vincent knew that in the near future, he would come here to find something that could eliminate the influence of black magic.

The best effect is the blood of the unicorn.

To slaughter a pure, weak and helpless life, one must pay a heavy price for it.

It can keep people on the verge of death alive, but from the moment the blood enters the mouth, they have to bear an irreversible curse for life.

The lifespan is cut in half and the soul becomes nothing.

This half-dead life is not even a ghost after death.

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