Chapter 22 Believe in Magic
·
Qing Mo Da Xian
Regarding that corridor, Vincent remembered that there was a room where Flamel's Philosopher's Stone was hidden.
Its various miraculous features are enough to make the bald socket man with his body destroyed take risks.
Poor Professor Quirrell, I'm afraid he has already been promised several pieces of land in the wizarding world, just waiting for the Dark Lord to return to his body.
When the discussion in the auditorium was about to increase, Dumbledore's entire face was full of smiles again.
"Before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!"
The smiles of the teachers at the staff table were all stiff.
Especially Professor Snape, who was not smiling, and whose lips were still trembling.
With this kind of performance in the workplace, Vincent very much doubted whether he came in through the not so tightly closed back door of the golden retriever classmate's school director father.
As long as you hug the principal's thigh, the back door will not be blocked immediately.
When Dumbledore waved his wand and floated a long golden ribbon over the table of the four deans, he had already thought of countless plans.
Good students will undoubtedly have the highest success rate.
Then the Academy Cup for the next seven years can only belong to Gryffindor.
"Each choose their favorite tune—"
Dumbledore smiled and raised his wand, "Ready, sing!"
All the teachers and students sang according to the lyrics on the golden ribbon.
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts
Please teach us knowledge,
Whether we are bald old men or children with broken knees,
Our minds can accommodate some interesting things.
For now our minds are empty, full of air, dead flies, and trifles,
teach us some valuable knowledge,
Give us back what we have forgotten,
You just do your best and leave the rest to us,
We will study hard until we are reduced to dust. "
Vincent was almost swayed by the twins' "Funeral March" intonation.
He was fighting against the two according to the tune of the theme song of "Doraemon" in his childhood.
"It's Fatty Blue!" The knowledgeable Hermione sang the first time and stopped singing.
"Fatty Blue?" Neville shook his shoulders.
He can still understand that the twins are so funny, but Vincent's performance is even higher than the two.
With a playful accent with a little childish voice, a few words of lyrics distracted the only two people left.
Dumbledore even used his wand to direct the final bars for the three of them. .seven
When the three of them finished singing, his applause was the loudest.
"Music," he wiped tears from the corners of his eyes, "it's so touching, it's more charming than everything we do here!"
After calming down a little, he smiled again, "It's bedtime now, everyone go back to the dormitory."
When Vincent and the freshmen followed Percy, they overturned all the plans just now.
The interesting preface to Fantastic Beasts is exactly what Dumbledore wrote for his student Newt Scamander.
Even when the student was expelled, he made no secret of his appreciation for it.
This kind of outsider seems to be crazy, but in fact he has a personality of doing whatever he wants, and the difficulty of the strategy may be much easier than that of McGonagall.
Neville, who walked out of the auditorium and climbed the marble stairs, always wanted to say something to Vincent next to him.
"Do you think I'm influenced by Fred and George?"
"No." Neville, who was seen through, denied embarrassingly: "I just think you seem a little weird."
Vincent nodded in agreement, "Indeed, it seems that I have committed an old problem again."
"Illness?" Neville asked with a worried face, "Is it one of those incurable diseases in the Muggle world?"
"In a sense, it is indeed terminally ill."
Hermione, who was walking ahead, secretly pricked up her ears.
Vincent shook his head sadly, "Oh, it has troubled me for many years, and it always occurs inexplicably.
"What is it?" Neville raised his hand and patted his shoulder comfortingly, "Don't worry, the terminal illness of Muggles is nothing in the eyes of wizards."
Vincent lowered his head exaggeratedly, his eyes were full of loneliness and unwillingness, "This is probably a terminal illness that even magic can't cure."
Hermione couldn't help turning around and said, "You have to believe in magic."
"Okay." Vincent raised his head and looked at her. "Have you ever tried not to be afraid of strangers, not afraid of other people's eyes, not worried about being laughed at, and able to do well at any time?"
"Of course!" She walked beside him sympathetically, "I do that every time I wait for my test results."
"Then you must have the same terminal illness as me."
Seeing her frowning, Vincent sighed again: "There is no cure for this disease, I'm afraid even Professor Dumbledore can't solve it."
"So what is it?"
Hermione and Neville were extremely curious.
"Social bullshit."
Before the little leather shoes fell off, he quickly stood aside.
"Boom..."
Neville's eyes widened.
This strength is clearly stomping towards death.
Vincent noticed that the people in front of him had stopped, so he pointed to the large bundle of walking sticks floating in the air full of desire for survival.
"It's Peeves," whispered Percy, who was leading the way, to the new students, "a ghost who likes to play tricks."
He looked at the cane flying towards him, and raised his voice slightly, "Peves——show yourself."
"Pfft-"
After the loud and piercing sound, like the deflation of a balloon, came Percy's extremely calm words.
"Do you want me to find the bloody Baron?"
With a pop, a dwarf suddenly appeared in midair.
He has a pair of evil eyes, his mouth is wide open, his hands are firmly grasping the bundle of walking sticks, and he is floating cross-legged in mid-air.
"Ho ho ho—" he smiled slyly: "So it's the annoying first-grade kid! It's so fun!"
Facing Peeves who suddenly rushed forward, the freshmen all started to back away in fright.
"Go away, Peeves!" Percy yelled. "I'm not kidding, I'm going to tell Bloody Baron!"
Peeves stuck out his tongue and disappeared over Vincent's head.
The canes that didn't disappear with them smashed their heads and faces at the three of them.
"Yugardy..."
As soon as Hermione took out her wand and chanted a spell, Vincent next to him used his hard alder wand to knock them all away one by one.
"Nice job, Wayne!" Percy cast an appreciative glance.
Vincent bowed slightly, "This is what I should do."
After Hermione awkwardly withdrew her wand, Percy nodded in relief.
"How? Are you sick too?"
"Yes, yes, you are right!"
Vincent shrugged at Neville, "Look, she's just as hopeless as I am."
Hermione raised her small leather shoes, "Thank you, Dr. Wayne, for your evaluation."
After another "boom", she turned around and walked to the end of the corridor on the eighth floor with the little wizards.
Freshmen don't know whether social bullying is good or not.
But Vincent, who just entered school, is really awesome.
Just those few swipes with the wand are not something ordinary people can do.
"Have you ever learned to fight?" Harry moved closer to him.
"I learned it from my dad, who is a retired SAS member."
"Wow, can I learn this from you?"
Seen by Harry's big eyes, Vincent nodded and agreed without hesitation, "Of course, you will enjoy this process very much."
"Can we too?"
Both Neville and Ron wanted to join in.
"of course can."
Vincent is very honored to be the coach of his classmates.
He didn't know how the future Harry would defeat the bald socket man.
But now he was sure that Harry, who had learned to fight, might start with a sweep of his legs and a grab, pressing his socket-like nose to the ground and filling it with dirt.
……
……
Its various miraculous features are enough to make the bald socket man with his body destroyed take risks.
Poor Professor Quirrell, I'm afraid he has already been promised several pieces of land in the wizarding world, just waiting for the Dark Lord to return to his body.
When the discussion in the auditorium was about to increase, Dumbledore's entire face was full of smiles again.
"Before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!"
The smiles of the teachers at the staff table were all stiff.
Especially Professor Snape, who was not smiling, and whose lips were still trembling.
With this kind of performance in the workplace, Vincent very much doubted whether he came in through the not so tightly closed back door of the golden retriever classmate's school director father.
As long as you hug the principal's thigh, the back door will not be blocked immediately.
When Dumbledore waved his wand and floated a long golden ribbon over the table of the four deans, he had already thought of countless plans.
Good students will undoubtedly have the highest success rate.
Then the Academy Cup for the next seven years can only belong to Gryffindor.
"Each choose their favorite tune—"
Dumbledore smiled and raised his wand, "Ready, sing!"
All the teachers and students sang according to the lyrics on the golden ribbon.
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts
Please teach us knowledge,
Whether we are bald old men or children with broken knees,
Our minds can accommodate some interesting things.
For now our minds are empty, full of air, dead flies, and trifles,
teach us some valuable knowledge,
Give us back what we have forgotten,
You just do your best and leave the rest to us,
We will study hard until we are reduced to dust. "
Vincent was almost swayed by the twins' "Funeral March" intonation.
He was fighting against the two according to the tune of the theme song of "Doraemon" in his childhood.
"It's Fatty Blue!" The knowledgeable Hermione sang the first time and stopped singing.
"Fatty Blue?" Neville shook his shoulders.
He can still understand that the twins are so funny, but Vincent's performance is even higher than the two.
With a playful accent with a little childish voice, a few words of lyrics distracted the only two people left.
Dumbledore even used his wand to direct the final bars for the three of them. .seven
When the three of them finished singing, his applause was the loudest.
"Music," he wiped tears from the corners of his eyes, "it's so touching, it's more charming than everything we do here!"
After calming down a little, he smiled again, "It's bedtime now, everyone go back to the dormitory."
When Vincent and the freshmen followed Percy, they overturned all the plans just now.
The interesting preface to Fantastic Beasts is exactly what Dumbledore wrote for his student Newt Scamander.
Even when the student was expelled, he made no secret of his appreciation for it.
This kind of outsider seems to be crazy, but in fact he has a personality of doing whatever he wants, and the difficulty of the strategy may be much easier than that of McGonagall.
Neville, who walked out of the auditorium and climbed the marble stairs, always wanted to say something to Vincent next to him.
"Do you think I'm influenced by Fred and George?"
"No." Neville, who was seen through, denied embarrassingly: "I just think you seem a little weird."
Vincent nodded in agreement, "Indeed, it seems that I have committed an old problem again."
"Illness?" Neville asked with a worried face, "Is it one of those incurable diseases in the Muggle world?"
"In a sense, it is indeed terminally ill."
Hermione, who was walking ahead, secretly pricked up her ears.
Vincent shook his head sadly, "Oh, it has troubled me for many years, and it always occurs inexplicably.
"What is it?" Neville raised his hand and patted his shoulder comfortingly, "Don't worry, the terminal illness of Muggles is nothing in the eyes of wizards."
Vincent lowered his head exaggeratedly, his eyes were full of loneliness and unwillingness, "This is probably a terminal illness that even magic can't cure."
Hermione couldn't help turning around and said, "You have to believe in magic."
"Okay." Vincent raised his head and looked at her. "Have you ever tried not to be afraid of strangers, not afraid of other people's eyes, not worried about being laughed at, and able to do well at any time?"
"Of course!" She walked beside him sympathetically, "I do that every time I wait for my test results."
"Then you must have the same terminal illness as me."
Seeing her frowning, Vincent sighed again: "There is no cure for this disease, I'm afraid even Professor Dumbledore can't solve it."
"So what is it?"
Hermione and Neville were extremely curious.
"Social bullshit."
Before the little leather shoes fell off, he quickly stood aside.
"Boom..."
Neville's eyes widened.
This strength is clearly stomping towards death.
Vincent noticed that the people in front of him had stopped, so he pointed to the large bundle of walking sticks floating in the air full of desire for survival.
"It's Peeves," whispered Percy, who was leading the way, to the new students, "a ghost who likes to play tricks."
He looked at the cane flying towards him, and raised his voice slightly, "Peves——show yourself."
"Pfft-"
After the loud and piercing sound, like the deflation of a balloon, came Percy's extremely calm words.
"Do you want me to find the bloody Baron?"
With a pop, a dwarf suddenly appeared in midair.
He has a pair of evil eyes, his mouth is wide open, his hands are firmly grasping the bundle of walking sticks, and he is floating cross-legged in mid-air.
"Ho ho ho—" he smiled slyly: "So it's the annoying first-grade kid! It's so fun!"
Facing Peeves who suddenly rushed forward, the freshmen all started to back away in fright.
"Go away, Peeves!" Percy yelled. "I'm not kidding, I'm going to tell Bloody Baron!"
Peeves stuck out his tongue and disappeared over Vincent's head.
The canes that didn't disappear with them smashed their heads and faces at the three of them.
"Yugardy..."
As soon as Hermione took out her wand and chanted a spell, Vincent next to him used his hard alder wand to knock them all away one by one.
"Nice job, Wayne!" Percy cast an appreciative glance.
Vincent bowed slightly, "This is what I should do."
After Hermione awkwardly withdrew her wand, Percy nodded in relief.
"How? Are you sick too?"
"Yes, yes, you are right!"
Vincent shrugged at Neville, "Look, she's just as hopeless as I am."
Hermione raised her small leather shoes, "Thank you, Dr. Wayne, for your evaluation."
After another "boom", she turned around and walked to the end of the corridor on the eighth floor with the little wizards.
Freshmen don't know whether social bullying is good or not.
But Vincent, who just entered school, is really awesome.
Just those few swipes with the wand are not something ordinary people can do.
"Have you ever learned to fight?" Harry moved closer to him.
"I learned it from my dad, who is a retired SAS member."
"Wow, can I learn this from you?"
Seen by Harry's big eyes, Vincent nodded and agreed without hesitation, "Of course, you will enjoy this process very much."
"Can we too?"
Both Neville and Ron wanted to join in.
"of course can."
Vincent is very honored to be the coach of his classmates.
He didn't know how the future Harry would defeat the bald socket man.
But now he was sure that Harry, who had learned to fight, might start with a sweep of his legs and a grab, pressing his socket-like nose to the ground and filling it with dirt.
……
……
