Chapter 132 Goodbye, Mater
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Qing Mo Da Xian
After Goyle was shaken by the Disarming Curse and dropped his wand, Ron couldn't release the spell smoothly.
But it doesn't matter.
"Break his fingers!"
Snape quickly stepped in front of Vincent, "Did I ask you to talk?"
"do not have it?"
"No."
"Oh."
Ron on the stage got up with a bitter face.
It's not that he's not good enough, it's just that the wand is too weak.
"Disarm you—"
Crabbe passed seven disarming spells in a row, but he avoided them one by one.
Snape looked sullenly, looking at his students.
Draco, who could handle it, was beaten by Vincent, and Goyle and Crabbe were too clumsy and dull.
"Weasley, let go!"
Crabbe was in tears from the pain.
The students subconsciously covered their index fingers.
It was all dislocated, and Ron still wouldn't let go.
"Boom—" The two fell to the ground and wrestled.
Snape's face was gloomy.
As expected, Crabbe let go of his wand.
"Granger!"
"Parkinson!"
Pansy, who looked like a poodle, sneered at Hermione as soon as he came on stage.
"start!"
Snape had no hope of winning.
This little witch, who can cast a stun spell on Voldemort, has a lot of practical experience like Vincent.
Pansy was knocked back a few steps, and her wand flew into Hermione's hand.
But when going down, Pan Xi, who refused to admit defeat, stretched out her little feet to the side.
Hermione lost her balance and thumped on the floor.
Vincent turned out the desk.
"Fuck!" Alfred jumped in front of Pansy, staring at her with his fists clenched.
"Go back!" Snape tugged at the back of his collar.
The little lions were all very angry.
Unconvinced after losing, he still resorted to these small tricks.
In comparison, Draco is considered a gentleman.
"Are you okay?" Vincent helped Hermione up, and found that she was covering her mouth all the time.
"Did you lose your tooth?"
He was given a hard stare.
"Professor, Hermione needs to go to the school hospital."
Snape waved his hand impatiently.
"Longbottom and Burst!"
This group has to win no matter what.
……
……
As soon as he arrived at the school hospital, Vincent was rushed to the corridor by Madam Pomfrey.
"He's fine..." He treated Hermione like a buddy, and he would never dislike her because of a missing tooth.
Standing outside alone feels like a punishment.
"True ink marks..."
After waiting for a few minutes, he realized that this good buddy was a girl.
After the Madam Pomfrey inside had been sterilized, she carefully replaced the missing front teeth. ъ
"Really, schools should drop these dangerous classes."
She picked up a mirror, "Look, it should be no different from before."
Hermione shyly said, "That, ma'am.
That is, can you..."
"What can?" Madam Pomfrey turned her head and glanced at Vincent who was standing outside the window.
"Are you sure you want this?"
It's normal for girls to love beauty.
A little witch like Hermione who devotes herself to studying and has no time to dress up is extremely rare in the wizarding world.
Even Sprout, who is sloppy now, would be pursued by many boys who would dress up when he was young.
"Ma'am, I'm sure."
Among the many curses, there is an incisor match stick that can change the size of teeth.
Thanks to some naughty children, Madam Pomfrey prepared a lot of potions that could permanently maintain the magic effect.
Vincent outside was getting moldy waiting. When a large group of students arrived after class, the "minor surgery" inside was still in progress.
"Is she badly hurt?"
"Maybe."
He was wondering when Hermione came out from inside.
"I'm fine, Madam's workmanship is very good."
"Oh." Vincent didn't notice any difference.
He turned to look at Neville, whose face was swollen, "Bost?"
"Yes, but I stole his wand."
Neither of them could cast the Disarming Charm, so they both had to use the physical version.
There was no danger in the process, and even countless jaws dropped.
"Neville was really brave. He directly bit Burst's arm and did not let go."
"Why didn't he come here?" Seeing that everyone was looking at Vincent, Hermione understood just how much of a deterrent this man was.
"I'm not that kind of person."
"Oh~"
Seeing a large group of smirking lion cubs made him feel helpless and heartbroken.
"what?"
"what happened?"
"Your front teeth..."
Hermione stood in front of Vincent, "Is it weird?"
"It's okay, it's not as conspicuous as before."
Only then did the cubs realize that her front teeth had become smaller, and her overall facial features seemed to be more coordinated.
"If you look seriously—" Vincent turned his head to look at her side face, "you still have to solve the problem of your hair being severely dry and split."
"Oh, what else?"
"Eat more nutritious food."
I don't know if it's because of too much pressure from studying since childhood, but Hermione looks like she hasn't developed well.
"So that's how it is." She finally understood why her big bowl was full.
"It's lunch time."
When Vincent took everyone downstairs to cook, he was still popularizing the concept of reasonable nutrition intake.
"Can't you be a vegetarian?" Lavender looked down at his somewhat round belly.
“Extreme vegetarianism is not advisable.”
"Can't you not exercise?"
"Protein accumulates as fat."
Vincent patted Neville's arm, which was much stronger than when he was in school, "If you really can't hold on, I suggest finding a responsible person to supervise."
"Like you?" Lavender quickly shut his mouth.
This little wizard, who was busier than Dumbledore, obviously didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to these things.
The small thesis was only waiting for the Christmas holiday to be completed, so Hermione volunteered and said, "I'll supervise you."
"You?" Lavender shuddered.
They are all in the same dormitory, so it's okay to be lazy.
As soon as the mighty lion cubs came to the auditorium, the eyes of the Slytherin table shot over.
After the whole Defense Against the Dark Arts class, all Gryffindors successfully disarmed.
Draco's face was ugly.
He knew what his lord head wanted to do, and he had the traits of a Slytherin who wouldn't pass up any chance.
But this face really can't be pulled down.
"Wayne—"
This hoarse croon was enough to describe his extremely complicated mood.
"Draco, how did I do just now?"
"It's not that good." He stretched out his hand to push Pansy away from his view.
After passing through countless small heads, he was finally able to clearly see Vincent, who looked like a star-studded moon.
"He's their focus." Draco looked around.
As long as there are enough interests, he believes that no one can refuse himself.
"Draco, why do you always care so much about Wayne?" Pansy blocked his eyes again.
"No reason."
Draco pushed her away again, "Your methods are too naive, they are not a group of stupid lions without brains now."
……
……
But it doesn't matter.
"Break his fingers!"
Snape quickly stepped in front of Vincent, "Did I ask you to talk?"
"do not have it?"
"No."
"Oh."
Ron on the stage got up with a bitter face.
It's not that he's not good enough, it's just that the wand is too weak.
"Disarm you—"
Crabbe passed seven disarming spells in a row, but he avoided them one by one.
Snape looked sullenly, looking at his students.
Draco, who could handle it, was beaten by Vincent, and Goyle and Crabbe were too clumsy and dull.
"Weasley, let go!"
Crabbe was in tears from the pain.
The students subconsciously covered their index fingers.
It was all dislocated, and Ron still wouldn't let go.
"Boom—" The two fell to the ground and wrestled.
Snape's face was gloomy.
As expected, Crabbe let go of his wand.
"Granger!"
"Parkinson!"
Pansy, who looked like a poodle, sneered at Hermione as soon as he came on stage.
"start!"
Snape had no hope of winning.
This little witch, who can cast a stun spell on Voldemort, has a lot of practical experience like Vincent.
Pansy was knocked back a few steps, and her wand flew into Hermione's hand.
But when going down, Pan Xi, who refused to admit defeat, stretched out her little feet to the side.
Hermione lost her balance and thumped on the floor.
Vincent turned out the desk.
"Fuck!" Alfred jumped in front of Pansy, staring at her with his fists clenched.
"Go back!" Snape tugged at the back of his collar.
The little lions were all very angry.
Unconvinced after losing, he still resorted to these small tricks.
In comparison, Draco is considered a gentleman.
"Are you okay?" Vincent helped Hermione up, and found that she was covering her mouth all the time.
"Did you lose your tooth?"
He was given a hard stare.
"Professor, Hermione needs to go to the school hospital."
Snape waved his hand impatiently.
"Longbottom and Burst!"
This group has to win no matter what.
……
……
As soon as he arrived at the school hospital, Vincent was rushed to the corridor by Madam Pomfrey.
"He's fine..." He treated Hermione like a buddy, and he would never dislike her because of a missing tooth.
Standing outside alone feels like a punishment.
"True ink marks..."
After waiting for a few minutes, he realized that this good buddy was a girl.
After the Madam Pomfrey inside had been sterilized, she carefully replaced the missing front teeth. ъ
"Really, schools should drop these dangerous classes."
She picked up a mirror, "Look, it should be no different from before."
Hermione shyly said, "That, ma'am.
That is, can you..."
"What can?" Madam Pomfrey turned her head and glanced at Vincent who was standing outside the window.
"Are you sure you want this?"
It's normal for girls to love beauty.
A little witch like Hermione who devotes herself to studying and has no time to dress up is extremely rare in the wizarding world.
Even Sprout, who is sloppy now, would be pursued by many boys who would dress up when he was young.
"Ma'am, I'm sure."
Among the many curses, there is an incisor match stick that can change the size of teeth.
Thanks to some naughty children, Madam Pomfrey prepared a lot of potions that could permanently maintain the magic effect.
Vincent outside was getting moldy waiting. When a large group of students arrived after class, the "minor surgery" inside was still in progress.
"Is she badly hurt?"
"Maybe."
He was wondering when Hermione came out from inside.
"I'm fine, Madam's workmanship is very good."
"Oh." Vincent didn't notice any difference.
He turned to look at Neville, whose face was swollen, "Bost?"
"Yes, but I stole his wand."
Neither of them could cast the Disarming Charm, so they both had to use the physical version.
There was no danger in the process, and even countless jaws dropped.
"Neville was really brave. He directly bit Burst's arm and did not let go."
"Why didn't he come here?" Seeing that everyone was looking at Vincent, Hermione understood just how much of a deterrent this man was.
"I'm not that kind of person."
"Oh~"
Seeing a large group of smirking lion cubs made him feel helpless and heartbroken.
"what?"
"what happened?"
"Your front teeth..."
Hermione stood in front of Vincent, "Is it weird?"
"It's okay, it's not as conspicuous as before."
Only then did the cubs realize that her front teeth had become smaller, and her overall facial features seemed to be more coordinated.
"If you look seriously—" Vincent turned his head to look at her side face, "you still have to solve the problem of your hair being severely dry and split."
"Oh, what else?"
"Eat more nutritious food."
I don't know if it's because of too much pressure from studying since childhood, but Hermione looks like she hasn't developed well.
"So that's how it is." She finally understood why her big bowl was full.
"It's lunch time."
When Vincent took everyone downstairs to cook, he was still popularizing the concept of reasonable nutrition intake.
"Can't you be a vegetarian?" Lavender looked down at his somewhat round belly.
“Extreme vegetarianism is not advisable.”
"Can't you not exercise?"
"Protein accumulates as fat."
Vincent patted Neville's arm, which was much stronger than when he was in school, "If you really can't hold on, I suggest finding a responsible person to supervise."
"Like you?" Lavender quickly shut his mouth.
This little wizard, who was busier than Dumbledore, obviously didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to these things.
The small thesis was only waiting for the Christmas holiday to be completed, so Hermione volunteered and said, "I'll supervise you."
"You?" Lavender shuddered.
They are all in the same dormitory, so it's okay to be lazy.
As soon as the mighty lion cubs came to the auditorium, the eyes of the Slytherin table shot over.
After the whole Defense Against the Dark Arts class, all Gryffindors successfully disarmed.
Draco's face was ugly.
He knew what his lord head wanted to do, and he had the traits of a Slytherin who wouldn't pass up any chance.
But this face really can't be pulled down.
"Wayne—"
This hoarse croon was enough to describe his extremely complicated mood.
"Draco, how did I do just now?"
"It's not that good." He stretched out his hand to push Pansy away from his view.
After passing through countless small heads, he was finally able to clearly see Vincent, who looked like a star-studded moon.
"He's their focus." Draco looked around.
As long as there are enough interests, he believes that no one can refuse himself.
"Draco, why do you always care so much about Wayne?" Pansy blocked his eyes again.
"No reason."
Draco pushed her away again, "Your methods are too naive, they are not a group of stupid lions without brains now."
……
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