Chapter 27
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Neville put down his wand in frustration, "Why can you become so thin and short?"
"It's the matches, not me."
Feeling offended, Vincent darkened his face and pointed to his forehead, "Imagination, you have to imagine thinner and shorter."
"Okay..." Neville shrank his head back.
Vincent, who didn't intend to argue with him, patiently guided the three people nearby.
Mag on the podium nodded secretly.
It's nothing to be good on your own, it's really good to be able to bring people around you together.
Whether it is enthusiastic help, or being regarded as a competitor.
She looked across the first row to Hermione who had successfully turned matches into needles.
Everything is afraid of a comparison.
Seeing the little witch frowning and constantly making the needles thinner and shorter, McGonagall was very glad that Vincent had chosen Gryffindor College.
six years,
She has to pay back the humiliation of losing to Slytherin for the past six years!
Look at how pleasing Vincent is, even after guiding Harry and Ron, he didn't forget the students in the second and third rows.
On the other hand, among the clever and wise eaglets, none of them even managed to conjure up a needle.
The hands under Mag's podium were tightly clenched together.
This year's Gryffindor will definitely end Slytherin's dream of seven crowns!
Vincent and Ron, who were acquiesced, switched seats.
"Do you need help?"
Hermione looked up, her eyes were like those of a wounded lion.
He didn't care about such aggression, and just turned his little short needle back into a match.
"It's not okay to be too obsessed with length and thickness. You need to relax first so that your mood is no longer tense."
The match turned into a little fat blue man.
Hermione played with it in her hand naturally, and muttered to herself, "So they used to look at me like this..."
She pointed her wand at her long needle, turning it into a fat blue figure in her other hand.
Apart from the loss of two beards, they are no different.
"Pretty!" Vincent gave her a thumbs up.
"Thank you." Hermione quickly suppressed the smile on her face.
After returning the fat blue man, she turned her head into a thin and short needle.
"Amazing." Mag on the podium applauded.
"Because of the outstanding performance of Mr. Wayne and Miss Granger, I decided to give Gryffindor an extra five points."
Vincent, who seemed to realize something, quickly transferred back to Ron's position.
If there are a few more people, the Academy Cup will be just around the corner.
However, until the end of get out of class, Harry, who was at his best, barely managed to get the matches to be coated with silver paint.
However, Mag, who was in a good mood, still added two points for the euphemistic name of "improving rapidly".
After a Transfiguration class, Gryffindor added a full nine points.
On the side of the little eagles, she didn't favor one over another.
Anthony Goldstein, just a little bit thinner than Harry.
Two points, no more.
The little eagles who are not as skilled as others have secretly decided to form a group to go to the library to practice in seclusion.
"Do you want to go to Raffle?" Vincent invited Hermione before walking out of the classroom.
"No, I'm going to the library too."
He felt that the lonely little figure was quite pitiful.
Putting all her energy on her studies unintentionally led to her loner personality.
If it weren't for that giant monster, I'm afraid it would be like this until graduation.
"Maybe it's just the beginning of school..."
After thinking about it, Vincent chose to help Neville first.
If you can't find it before dinner, just use the Marauder's Map at night.
library.
Hermione sat alone in a small corner with no one around, holding the book piling up to her little head.
She may be used to loneliness, or she may simply be withdrawn.
The little hawks who were far apart, even if they were all reading separately, the atmosphere was much better than here.
……
……
12 noon, cooking time.
With the help of the honorable Hogwarts owl captain Goo Goo and Divergent's subordinates, Raffle who slipped into the dungeon was finally found.
"Ah, come alive—"
Vincent put down the empty bowl in his hand.
"Is it that cold?"
He tapped the empty bowl with a spoon, and the hot soup was filled to the brim in an instant, "You don't understand, it's not a physical cold."
Neville next to him put Leffe into the pocket of his school robe, "To be honest, those spiders were scary just now.
Look at Ron, he hasn't recovered until now. "
Ron on the opposite side quickly raised his head, "Hey, I'm just a little disgusted!"
"The best way to overcome fear is to face it." After finishing speaking, Vincent bowed his head and drank another bowl of soup.
Under the gaze of twenty pairs of eyes, he calmly picked up the napkin to wipe the soup from the corner of his mouth.
"What's wrong? I'm not afraid of gloomy environments."
"Oh~"
After the uniform answers, the little lions all started cooking.
"Is there any class in the afternoon?"
"Yes, herbal medicine class."
Ron, who was holding a big chicken leg, nodded, bit off a large piece of meat and said vaguely, "It's a good thing we didn't serve it with Slytherin."
A certain smell suddenly wafted in.
This high-end perfume full of Gold Galleon once again covered the entire auditorium.
Vincent, who didn't want to stay for a second, covered his nose with a napkin, "I think we have to wear a gas mask tomorrow."
"what is that?"
"A mask that filters out most noxious gases."
Neville nodded seriously, "My granny is right, they are a bunch of bastards."
"It's actually quite interesting." Vincent saw Draco's eyes full of resentment, and couldn't help but regret not being able to see the whole process.
The reason why Mr. Malfoy, who looks fair and clean, uses perfume...
"Pfft—" He suddenly laughed.
In Draco's view, this move was a naked provocation.
"Damn Wayne - damn the Daily Prophet -"
If it weren't for the headlines in today's newspaper, this man would definitely be kneeling in front of him by now, begging for forgiveness with tears running down his cheeks.
"Draco, we'll have Charms with them tomorrow."
"Would you like—um?"
The reminders from Crabbe and Goyle made him use his brain.
As long as you are careful enough, that short Professor of Charms can spot it?
By the time Vincent was covered in shit-yellow paint, Harry would definitely see the man's true colors.
He will definitely turn his back on the dark and turn to the bright!
Draco's sinister smile made Vincent, who was watching from a distance, smile even more happily.
He didn't want to smell this perfume anymore.
Tonight's night event finally has a new project.
As soon as Hermione entered the auditorium, she saw the two staring at each other from a distance.
Both of them have their own insidious smiles.
"Shouldn't it be..."
Combined with what happened in the morning, she always felt that some consensus should be reached.
The duel on Saturday night, I'm afraid it will be brought forward to tonight!
……
……
"It's the matches, not me."
Feeling offended, Vincent darkened his face and pointed to his forehead, "Imagination, you have to imagine thinner and shorter."
"Okay..." Neville shrank his head back.
Vincent, who didn't intend to argue with him, patiently guided the three people nearby.
Mag on the podium nodded secretly.
It's nothing to be good on your own, it's really good to be able to bring people around you together.
Whether it is enthusiastic help, or being regarded as a competitor.
She looked across the first row to Hermione who had successfully turned matches into needles.
Everything is afraid of a comparison.
Seeing the little witch frowning and constantly making the needles thinner and shorter, McGonagall was very glad that Vincent had chosen Gryffindor College.
six years,
She has to pay back the humiliation of losing to Slytherin for the past six years!
Look at how pleasing Vincent is, even after guiding Harry and Ron, he didn't forget the students in the second and third rows.
On the other hand, among the clever and wise eaglets, none of them even managed to conjure up a needle.
The hands under Mag's podium were tightly clenched together.
This year's Gryffindor will definitely end Slytherin's dream of seven crowns!
Vincent and Ron, who were acquiesced, switched seats.
"Do you need help?"
Hermione looked up, her eyes were like those of a wounded lion.
He didn't care about such aggression, and just turned his little short needle back into a match.
"It's not okay to be too obsessed with length and thickness. You need to relax first so that your mood is no longer tense."
The match turned into a little fat blue man.
Hermione played with it in her hand naturally, and muttered to herself, "So they used to look at me like this..."
She pointed her wand at her long needle, turning it into a fat blue figure in her other hand.
Apart from the loss of two beards, they are no different.
"Pretty!" Vincent gave her a thumbs up.
"Thank you." Hermione quickly suppressed the smile on her face.
After returning the fat blue man, she turned her head into a thin and short needle.
"Amazing." Mag on the podium applauded.
"Because of the outstanding performance of Mr. Wayne and Miss Granger, I decided to give Gryffindor an extra five points."
Vincent, who seemed to realize something, quickly transferred back to Ron's position.
If there are a few more people, the Academy Cup will be just around the corner.
However, until the end of get out of class, Harry, who was at his best, barely managed to get the matches to be coated with silver paint.
However, Mag, who was in a good mood, still added two points for the euphemistic name of "improving rapidly".
After a Transfiguration class, Gryffindor added a full nine points.
On the side of the little eagles, she didn't favor one over another.
Anthony Goldstein, just a little bit thinner than Harry.
Two points, no more.
The little eagles who are not as skilled as others have secretly decided to form a group to go to the library to practice in seclusion.
"Do you want to go to Raffle?" Vincent invited Hermione before walking out of the classroom.
"No, I'm going to the library too."
He felt that the lonely little figure was quite pitiful.
Putting all her energy on her studies unintentionally led to her loner personality.
If it weren't for that giant monster, I'm afraid it would be like this until graduation.
"Maybe it's just the beginning of school..."
After thinking about it, Vincent chose to help Neville first.
If you can't find it before dinner, just use the Marauder's Map at night.
library.
Hermione sat alone in a small corner with no one around, holding the book piling up to her little head.
She may be used to loneliness, or she may simply be withdrawn.
The little hawks who were far apart, even if they were all reading separately, the atmosphere was much better than here.
……
……
12 noon, cooking time.
With the help of the honorable Hogwarts owl captain Goo Goo and Divergent's subordinates, Raffle who slipped into the dungeon was finally found.
"Ah, come alive—"
Vincent put down the empty bowl in his hand.
"Is it that cold?"
He tapped the empty bowl with a spoon, and the hot soup was filled to the brim in an instant, "You don't understand, it's not a physical cold."
Neville next to him put Leffe into the pocket of his school robe, "To be honest, those spiders were scary just now.
Look at Ron, he hasn't recovered until now. "
Ron on the opposite side quickly raised his head, "Hey, I'm just a little disgusted!"
"The best way to overcome fear is to face it." After finishing speaking, Vincent bowed his head and drank another bowl of soup.
Under the gaze of twenty pairs of eyes, he calmly picked up the napkin to wipe the soup from the corner of his mouth.
"What's wrong? I'm not afraid of gloomy environments."
"Oh~"
After the uniform answers, the little lions all started cooking.
"Is there any class in the afternoon?"
"Yes, herbal medicine class."
Ron, who was holding a big chicken leg, nodded, bit off a large piece of meat and said vaguely, "It's a good thing we didn't serve it with Slytherin."
A certain smell suddenly wafted in.
This high-end perfume full of Gold Galleon once again covered the entire auditorium.
Vincent, who didn't want to stay for a second, covered his nose with a napkin, "I think we have to wear a gas mask tomorrow."
"what is that?"
"A mask that filters out most noxious gases."
Neville nodded seriously, "My granny is right, they are a bunch of bastards."
"It's actually quite interesting." Vincent saw Draco's eyes full of resentment, and couldn't help but regret not being able to see the whole process.
The reason why Mr. Malfoy, who looks fair and clean, uses perfume...
"Pfft—" He suddenly laughed.
In Draco's view, this move was a naked provocation.
"Damn Wayne - damn the Daily Prophet -"
If it weren't for the headlines in today's newspaper, this man would definitely be kneeling in front of him by now, begging for forgiveness with tears running down his cheeks.
"Draco, we'll have Charms with them tomorrow."
"Would you like—um?"
The reminders from Crabbe and Goyle made him use his brain.
As long as you are careful enough, that short Professor of Charms can spot it?
By the time Vincent was covered in shit-yellow paint, Harry would definitely see the man's true colors.
He will definitely turn his back on the dark and turn to the bright!
Draco's sinister smile made Vincent, who was watching from a distance, smile even more happily.
He didn't want to smell this perfume anymore.
Tonight's night event finally has a new project.
As soon as Hermione entered the auditorium, she saw the two staring at each other from a distance.
Both of them have their own insidious smiles.
"Shouldn't it be..."
Combined with what happened in the morning, she always felt that some consensus should be reached.
The duel on Saturday night, I'm afraid it will be brought forward to tonight!
……
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