This Hogwarts isn't normal.

During the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the morning, the little lions and little snakes were all distracted.

The party before Halloween is one of the traditions held every year at Hogwarts.

Most students are looking forward to this very much,

After all, none of them have as much fun as some of the six.

When Quirrell saw the students below him, he chatted with them whenever he had the opportunity. Not long after class, he simply announced that he was going to study on his own.

The move drew cheers.

Of course Vincent knew why he was like this.

For tonight’s banquet, all the teachers and students of the school will gather in the auditorium.

Make some big noise and draw attention to it,

Wouldn't the principal's office be unobstructed?

"What's there to look forward to? The birthday party my father celebrated for me was much grander than this -"

The only voice that could make people feel so unpleasant came from Slytherin.

"Let's ignore him." Ron continued to tell Harry the interesting things he had heard.

"Fred and George said they gave Professor Dumbledore a suggestion last year to invite a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone this year."

"Really? Can we see it tonight?"

"Maybe. I heard that if you want to invite them, you have to book two years in advance."

Harry was about to express his expectations for the party when Draco on the other side of the aisle suddenly laughed loudly.

"If it were my dad, why would he need any reservations?"

It's sunny,

The rain stopped,

Master Malfoy felt that he was doing well again.

After keeping a low profile for two or three days, Vincent thought it would last until the end of the school year.

It turned out that this spoiled child needed a deeper lesson than before.

"No one is asking for your opinion, Malfoy!" Ron pouted after saying this.

Mr. Weasley has been staring at old Malfoy lately, and he has become very hard on his waist.

"Poor people who have never seen the world." Draco sarcastically replied, "Can your family hire them?"

Ron blushed and was about to refute when Harry pulled his sleeve.

"Forget it, he doesn't deserve our academy points to scold him back."

He glanced at Quirrell, who was distracted on the stage, "You're right, Harry.

He doesn't know the cleaning spell, and he probably hasn't even brushed his teeth before leaving home. "

"Pfft—" Hermione next to her quickly covered her mouth.

Her family ran a dental clinic, and judging from the foul smell coming out of Draco's mouth, it was obviously caused by not cleaning his mouth properly.

"Weasley, do you dare to say that again!"

"You must not have brushed your teeth, Malfoy."

Draco, who looked a little ferocious, glanced at the podium and said,

Seeing that Quirrell didn't seem to care about classroom discipline, he had no intention of keeping a low profile any longer.

"Oh,

A bunch of poor people! His tone was very unbeatable, "Are you Weasleys so poor that you are reduced to using Muggle tools?"

Do you know about automatic toothbrushes? Poor guy! "

Hermione had something to say about that.

Muggles don't have automatic toothbrushes, but they do have electric toothbrushes. ♦ൠ ♦♦

Just as she was about to give some information and retort, Quirrell suddenly stood up.

"Gryffindor will be deducted 30 points for affecting classroom discipline."

The smile that couldn't be concealed on his face made Vincent immediately decide to use three big things that night.

"Professor, where is Slytherin?"

"Wayne, continue studying."

It was worthy of the friendship that they had endured infamy together, and it was actually more obvious than Snape's targeting.

Vincent finally saw through this man.

Can the magic stone be obtained so easily?

Innocent!

In the afternoon flying class, Mrs. Huo Qi asked students from the two schools to fly five hundred feet in pairs.

Draco came over arrogantly to provoke again.

"Coward Po Te, do you dare to team up with me?"

Harry squeezed the Sweeping Six Star in his hand and said, "Malfoy, I will make you convinced that you have lost."

Vincent, who was observing secretly, fell down.

Both sides used broomsticks enthusiastically sponsored by the Malfoy family, and the outcome of this victory was predictable.

Sure enough, before Mrs. Huo Qi's whistle blew, the Malfoy player jumped the gun.

Before the curses from Gryffindor appeared, the Potter player immediately launched into action as soon as the whistle blew.

With such a fast speed, he had caught up with the opponent in the blink of an eye.

"Oh~" Vincent sighed loudly with regret on his face,

"I'm afraid Player Malfoy will just have to follow behind and eat the dust!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

Seamus and Dean were particularly excited.

"At this level,

Could a Muggle fighter be eating dust after him? "

"Of course not." Vincent stretched out his right thumb and index finger to make a small gap.

"The gap between them,

It's like the gap between us and Professor Dumbledore. "

"Wow!" Neville grinned from ear to ear in surprise, "So Malfoy is bragging?"

"Obviously." Seeing Harry flying back across the finish line, Ron looked even more excited than if he had won.

"So why did you only make a small gap?" Alfred discovered the blind spot.

"That's because-" Vincent paused, pretending to be serious and said: "I want to sell it off first."

A large number of rewards came one after another.

No exceptions, all rolled their eyes.

Even Mrs. Huo Qi turned back and rolled her eyes.

After the blue-faced Draco flew back, he heard the mean laughter from Gryffindor.

He lost to Vincent in a wizard duel, and lost to Harry in a flying duel.

But he was not discouraged, and even thought about getting back a win.

In any way?

He really didn't believe there was an almighty person in the world.

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At the same time, Quirrell quietly slipped out of the castle.

Wearing a black cloak, he walked into the Forbidden Forest, looking back and forth as if looking for something.

Dumbledore's magic couldn't stop him, and neither did the Acromantula, which attacked inexplicably.

"Quirinas, one troll is not enough to cause a commotion—"

The alder wand pointed lightly at the oncoming centaur.

"Master, I know what to do."

Quirrell came to a very remote forest and found a palm-sized giant with gray skin under a tree hole.

"Ah - little bean-brained idiot."

He held the troll in his hand and said, "You won't be lonely tonight."

"Hmph hum-"

He nodded seriously as if he understood the noise made by the troll.

"Your job is to guard the stairs and not let anyone pass except me."

"Hmph hum-"

This shrunken giant should have been trained in human language.

The way it excitedly raised the small wooden stick in its hand seemed to express its excitement.

Quirrell's eyes under his cloak glanced around.

There are many magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, but basically none of them have strong combat capabilities.

"Quirinas, use the horned camel beast in the mountain——"

"But Master, it is the descendant of the last pair of horned beasts in the magic world."

"Newt Scamander?

It was not him who defeated Grindelwald, but Dumbledore. "

"I understand, Master." Quirrell headed towards the deepest part of the Forbidden Forest.

Voldemort is resurrected, will he still be afraid of Dumbledore?

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