This Hogwarts is not normal

After Vincent answered the question, Hermione remembered the time when she went with him to catch Peter Pettigrew a few months ago.

At that time, the two followers materialized in a police station, and the sheriff there seemed to be very familiar with him.

"You mean Uncle Kyle? He's a friend my dad met when he was serving in the SAS. But he's a weird guy. He often drives a police car to the club and always gives me some colored magazines."

Hermione was stunned.

She thought of the magazines stuffed under the bed in Vincent's room.

It turned out to be a gift from someone else, so she said her boyfriend was not that kind of person.

She looked at Gugu in her arms guiltily, as if she was communicating something with her eyes.

Gugu didn't understand at first, but he soon gently lifted his chubby little wings.

Vincent, of course, had no idea what deal they had reached, and he was driving aimlessly along the road.

Beyond Birmingham is the north of England, and beyond that is Scotland.

He glanced at the magic communicator on his wrist.

It's already half past ten. If we turn around and rush back to London at full speed, we should still have time to board the Hogwarts Express.

But still the same sentence.

"Since we're already here, why not just drive to school?"

Hermione hadn't responded yet, "School? Hogwarts?"

Vincent slowed down the car again, "Yeah, let's just drive there."

"What?" Hermione's eyes were full of disbelief and a little bit of excitement. "This is not good."

"We're not driving a flying car like Harry and Ron did two years ago. We don't have to worry about being discovered."

She glanced at the fuel gauge on the dashboard, which had only dropped one notch. "Isn't your dream car able to fly all over the world? And this one now..."

Vincent blinked his innocent eyes, "I haven't had time to build it yet. I simply cast a few nested traceless extension spells on the fuel tank. It's enough for us to drive to school."

Hermione's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know how to start.

"How is it?" Vincent looked at her expectantly.

What? It's already like this, what else can I do?

Hermione hummed softly, agreeing with his decision.

Since you can't stop it from raining, just dance in the rain.

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kings cross station,

The students of Hogwarts carried their luggage through the wall of Platform Nine and Three Quarters and boarded a red locomotive.

After more than two months, the compartments inside the school bus have undergone an epic upgrade.

First of all, the space is much more spacious and we no longer have to squeeze together.

Then there is the interior decoration, which is not only brighter and more stylish, but each compartment has a different style.

Next are the seats. The original old-fashioned and crowded seats were replaced with more comfortable velvet sofas.

Finally, there is a magic projection in each compartment, through which you can watch the replays of this World Cup and play the latest online version of Gwent.

The students were all very happy, with only a few feeling quite unhappy.

In compartment D, Draco had a sour face from the moment he entered the door.

Because the original silver and green decorations that symbolized Slytherin were changed to gold and red that symbolize Gryffindor.

Damn Wayne, is being a school director so great?

He suppressed his intense nausea and sat on the red and gold plaid velvet sofa.

It was quite soft when I sat on it, and I felt like my entire butt was about to sink into the sofa.

"Draco, this sofa is so comfortable to sit on." Crabbe couldn't help but sigh.

Gao Er simply lay down on the sofa. "This is not just ordinary comfort, it's simply top-level enjoyment~"

Draco still had a sour face, "Tsk, two country bumpkins who have never seen the world."

He said this, but his body honestly changed to a more comfortable position.

Since the sofa was comfortable enough, he could barely tolerate the disgusting new decoration of the cubicle.

Crabbe suddenly sat up straight, pointing his hands randomly in the air. "Just now I heard from senior students that there are magic projections in every cubicle, but I don't know how to activate them."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small projection screen appeared in front of him.

"Welcome to Wayne Enterprises' products. Below is the product manual..."

Tap, press and hold, zoom, scroll, swipe, drag...

Crabbe felt dizzy after just a few glances.

Although it looks complicated, it is quite convenient after trying it a few times.

Draco snorted, "A redneck is a redneck."

He casually swept his hand towards the air in front of him, and a small projection screen appeared.

Skipping the product manual, he clicked directly on the video icon on the main interface.

It's in every game of this World Cup, and even in ads for Wayne Enterprises.

Draco twitched his lips and chose a match between Bulgaria and Greece to watch.

If he remembered correctly, the game would end after 51 minutes.

Time passed quickly, and just when Krum was about to catch the Golden Snitch, the compartment door was roughly opened from the outside.

There were not many students in the whole school who had the courage to disturb Master Malfoy's interest. There were less than 10 students in total.

Draco turned his head with a haughty look on his face and looked at Fred and George who had barged in with great contempt.

"Have the Weasleys lost their tutors now? They don't even know to knock before coming in."

The twins ignored him and went about checking the compartment.

Crabten stood up from the sofa and said, "Hey! What are you looking for?"

Goyle, who was lying down, also stood up. "No need to ask, he must be looking for that fat, stupid, ugly toad."

Fred used his hand to push Crabbe's big face aside, "George, they don't seem to be here."

George ignored Goyle who was glaring at him, "The school bus has been running for so long, where else can they go if not here?"

"That's right." Fred turned to look at Draco, who had a gloomy face, "Hey, little golden retriever, did you get beaten just now?"

Draco clenched his fists tightly and stood up from the sofa, "What a joke! Who here dares to hit me!"

"Vincent." Fred said and squatted down.

There's definitely no way a person can hide in such a small gap under the sofa. Could he be hiding outside the car window?

He stood up, walked past Draco, who looked like he was about to jump up and hit someone at any moment, and quickly walked to the window.

I opened the red and gold-rimmed curtains and it was still raining heavily outside.

As soon as I opened the window, the sound of rain came in.

George walked over quickly and stuck his head out of the window with Fred.

Apart from having their faces covered with rain, they didn't notice anything.

"It's strange, where are they hiding?"

"Could it be an elopement?"

"No way, he and Hermione aren't in the same situation as my parents, how could they elope?"

Fred and George walked away with wet heads.

Draco looked at the compartment door that was not closed, his face looking extremely ugly.

It's bad enough that they're impolite, but why do the Weasley twins think they're going to get a beating?

Just Wayne?

"Draco, Wayne and Granger seem to have disappeared together."

After hearing Crabbe's words, he immediately remembered the news that had been circulating in the pure-blood family circle recently.

That man, that mysterious man who must not be named, might be back.

In other words, Wayne and Granger are probably in great danger.

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