Chapter 284 This year's school day is not calm
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Qing Mo Da Xian
There are still ten days left before school starts.
The top students finished their homework early, and even reviewed the content for the next semester.
As the god of learning in the eyes of the students and the outstanding student in the eyes of the professors, Vincent, like the scumbags, forgot the existence of homework.
8 month 30 number.
"Shet! I actually forgot to do my homework!"
There were screams from Building 139 on Oxford Street.
During this period of time, he was so busy practicing silent spells and casting spells without a wand that he didn't even open the second grade textbook.
Homework at Hogwarts has three characteristics: many, huge, and very many.
The favorite assignment of professors is to write papers.
McGonagall and Flitwick are fine, just ask to write some experience on transfiguration and spells.
Professor Binns was so awesome that he directly asked to write a three-foot-long "Conference of European Wizards in the Middle Ages" paper.
Converted into the unit he was familiar with in his previous life, it was nearly one meter in length.
Write bigger, one meter per word?
Tired of fame...
If Professor Binns is the devil, then Snape is the "good" devil.
It's only a dozen inches, and it's a [-]% discount.
But he is not only the professor of Potions, but also the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Vincent dipped the quill in ink and wrote a big magic rune on the parchment.
As long as he dares not to give "O", he dares to invade the office overnight with his friends!
Such a blatant threat, Snape must have been particularly frightened.
After finishing the thesis on the history of magic, the last day of the holiday has passed.
However, in the huge British peninsula, there are countless scumbags who are still writing hard.
The most painful are Harry and Ron in the Burrow.
Their hands were numb, and they didn't even complete a third of the amount.
Fred and George each wrote a book, and handed it over to the other for copying.
After all, they are twins, so it's not surprising that the content is the same.
"I hate History of Magic!"
"And Potions class!"
"Bins! Snape!"
Under the all-night abuse of countless students, Mr. Sun rose quietly.
9 o'clock.
The Waynes are having breakfast.
Vincent was in good spirits and even ate two extra pieces of toast.
"Cuckoo!"
Yes, he ate Gu Gu's share.
"mean."
"Cuckoo!"
After a breakfast full of "laughter and laughter", they all boarded the silver antique car that had undergone interior modification.
The additional rear seat space is not too large, at least it is much more spacious than before.
"You keep that AW." Eric, who was driving, told Vincent, "There is nothing missing in the house. If you need anything, remember to write back."
"The Lockhart man is a bit annoying, but he doesn't look like a bad guy."
"Knowing people's faces but not their hearts, ghosts know how crazy he will be for fame."
Vincent stopped and rubbed Gu Gu's hands vigorously, "Is this the true face of the curse?"
Is there any way to be 100% sure that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor won't be able to do it next year?
Someone please come back with a problem?
Please come back anyone with questions?
No matter what kind of curse it is, if you want to undo it, you must know the conditions.
When he came to King's Cross Station, he felt that according to Voldemort's character of desperately trying to survive, he might be able to come up with more tricky conditions.
He didn't think he could solve this problem that had been a headache for Dumbledore for decades.
The area between platforms 9 and 10 is already full of people.
Both Harry and Ron had big dark circles under their eyes;
Fred and George were chatting mysteriously with Shen Li;
Cedric stood in the corner with his parents very low-key;
Hermione and Rove chose a more low-key position.
When the Waynes came, they happened to be face to face with the Malfoys.
Lucius is still as noble and elegant as ever.
They walked away quickly as if the opposite side did not exist.
"Are you afraid?"
"Obviously not."
Eric smacked his lips, "That's right, after all, bad people know how to assess the situation."
"They still see us as bad guys." Vincent held a suitcase in his left hand and a heavy Goo-goo in his right hand,
"Dare to fight, this time I will not separate the school uniform."
Evelyn sighed helplessly, "Remember to be careful, and don't force people to come to ask for justice."
"Those old men still have to face." He raised Gu Gu and waved at his parents, "I won't bring trouble home."
Still the same train, still the same compartment.
Not long after sitting down, the twins smiled and opened the door.
"We just negotiated a big deal with Lee."
Vincent took out a pack of dried fish, "Professor McGonagall will kill him."
"Whether he dies or not."
George's big eyes shone like Galleons.
"As long as he dares to contract the advertisement for this year's Quidditch match, we can make a lot of money from the Gwent Card Tournament."
Mentioning this, Vincent thought of Rita.
After the students' unconscious publicity during the holidays, the adults in the magic world became interested in the Gwent card.
The little beetle wanted an exclusive interview a few days ago, but unfortunately he was not available at that time.
The reason why she came up with this idea was all because a mysterious force appeared recently and bought several shops with excellent locations in Diagon Alley.
The most important thing is the recruitment notices they posted.
Enrolling a large number of students who have obtained the NEWT transfiguration certificate?
Vincent can now be sure that this mysterious force is weird.
And there is a great possibility that it will be aimed at him and the Gwent card.
"I'm afraid it's not the fault of the Black Chicken Club!" Fred put his hands on his hips angrily,
"Their family was blood sucked by Fudge, and we happen to only sell Gwent cards on campus."
"Tsk tsk—a despicable imitation." George, who was sitting across from him, held his chin, "I knew they were shameless, but I never thought they would be so shameless."
Vincent, who didn't make a fuss, gave up, "The Gwent card seems simple, but it is not easy to balance the strength of each card."
It is impossible to make a similar one from scratch in half a year.
The first thing he decided to do when he returned to the castle was to send Goo Goo across the entire Atlantic Ocean, and call Victor from an island country in the Pacific Ocean to open a shop.
Those pure-blood gentlemen can only stare blankly at that time, wasting the shop and the initial research and development funds in vain.
"Are you using this method again?" As soon as Hermione came in, she saw Vincent changing to biscuits to tease Googoo.
"It learned to be smart."
"The average IQ of owls in the wizarding world is very high."
She paused, and then added, "At least taller than the two big fools around Malfoy."
"Did they offend you?" Vincent stood up, moving his arms.
"I'm not easy to bully!" Hermione raised her small fist, "They were making fun of Ginny just now, and they ran away as soon as they saw me."
"Go, fuck him!" Fred and George got out of the cubicle.
"Hey, don't—"
Vincent rolled his eyes at Hermione, "I seriously suspect that you are instigating us, but I have no proof."
Hermione ignored him and stared back with larger, rounder eyes.
……
……
The top students finished their homework early, and even reviewed the content for the next semester.
As the god of learning in the eyes of the students and the outstanding student in the eyes of the professors, Vincent, like the scumbags, forgot the existence of homework.
8 month 30 number.
"Shet! I actually forgot to do my homework!"
There were screams from Building 139 on Oxford Street.
During this period of time, he was so busy practicing silent spells and casting spells without a wand that he didn't even open the second grade textbook.
Homework at Hogwarts has three characteristics: many, huge, and very many.
The favorite assignment of professors is to write papers.
McGonagall and Flitwick are fine, just ask to write some experience on transfiguration and spells.
Professor Binns was so awesome that he directly asked to write a three-foot-long "Conference of European Wizards in the Middle Ages" paper.
Converted into the unit he was familiar with in his previous life, it was nearly one meter in length.
Write bigger, one meter per word?
Tired of fame...
If Professor Binns is the devil, then Snape is the "good" devil.
It's only a dozen inches, and it's a [-]% discount.
But he is not only the professor of Potions, but also the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Vincent dipped the quill in ink and wrote a big magic rune on the parchment.
As long as he dares not to give "O", he dares to invade the office overnight with his friends!
Such a blatant threat, Snape must have been particularly frightened.
After finishing the thesis on the history of magic, the last day of the holiday has passed.
However, in the huge British peninsula, there are countless scumbags who are still writing hard.
The most painful are Harry and Ron in the Burrow.
Their hands were numb, and they didn't even complete a third of the amount.
Fred and George each wrote a book, and handed it over to the other for copying.
After all, they are twins, so it's not surprising that the content is the same.
"I hate History of Magic!"
"And Potions class!"
"Bins! Snape!"
Under the all-night abuse of countless students, Mr. Sun rose quietly.
9 o'clock.
The Waynes are having breakfast.
Vincent was in good spirits and even ate two extra pieces of toast.
"Cuckoo!"
Yes, he ate Gu Gu's share.
"mean."
"Cuckoo!"
After a breakfast full of "laughter and laughter", they all boarded the silver antique car that had undergone interior modification.
The additional rear seat space is not too large, at least it is much more spacious than before.
"You keep that AW." Eric, who was driving, told Vincent, "There is nothing missing in the house. If you need anything, remember to write back."
"The Lockhart man is a bit annoying, but he doesn't look like a bad guy."
"Knowing people's faces but not their hearts, ghosts know how crazy he will be for fame."
Vincent stopped and rubbed Gu Gu's hands vigorously, "Is this the true face of the curse?"
Is there any way to be 100% sure that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor won't be able to do it next year?
Someone please come back with a problem?
Please come back anyone with questions?
No matter what kind of curse it is, if you want to undo it, you must know the conditions.
When he came to King's Cross Station, he felt that according to Voldemort's character of desperately trying to survive, he might be able to come up with more tricky conditions.
He didn't think he could solve this problem that had been a headache for Dumbledore for decades.
The area between platforms 9 and 10 is already full of people.
Both Harry and Ron had big dark circles under their eyes;
Fred and George were chatting mysteriously with Shen Li;
Cedric stood in the corner with his parents very low-key;
Hermione and Rove chose a more low-key position.
When the Waynes came, they happened to be face to face with the Malfoys.
Lucius is still as noble and elegant as ever.
They walked away quickly as if the opposite side did not exist.
"Are you afraid?"
"Obviously not."
Eric smacked his lips, "That's right, after all, bad people know how to assess the situation."
"They still see us as bad guys." Vincent held a suitcase in his left hand and a heavy Goo-goo in his right hand,
"Dare to fight, this time I will not separate the school uniform."
Evelyn sighed helplessly, "Remember to be careful, and don't force people to come to ask for justice."
"Those old men still have to face." He raised Gu Gu and waved at his parents, "I won't bring trouble home."
Still the same train, still the same compartment.
Not long after sitting down, the twins smiled and opened the door.
"We just negotiated a big deal with Lee."
Vincent took out a pack of dried fish, "Professor McGonagall will kill him."
"Whether he dies or not."
George's big eyes shone like Galleons.
"As long as he dares to contract the advertisement for this year's Quidditch match, we can make a lot of money from the Gwent Card Tournament."
Mentioning this, Vincent thought of Rita.
After the students' unconscious publicity during the holidays, the adults in the magic world became interested in the Gwent card.
The little beetle wanted an exclusive interview a few days ago, but unfortunately he was not available at that time.
The reason why she came up with this idea was all because a mysterious force appeared recently and bought several shops with excellent locations in Diagon Alley.
The most important thing is the recruitment notices they posted.
Enrolling a large number of students who have obtained the NEWT transfiguration certificate?
Vincent can now be sure that this mysterious force is weird.
And there is a great possibility that it will be aimed at him and the Gwent card.
"I'm afraid it's not the fault of the Black Chicken Club!" Fred put his hands on his hips angrily,
"Their family was blood sucked by Fudge, and we happen to only sell Gwent cards on campus."
"Tsk tsk—a despicable imitation." George, who was sitting across from him, held his chin, "I knew they were shameless, but I never thought they would be so shameless."
Vincent, who didn't make a fuss, gave up, "The Gwent card seems simple, but it is not easy to balance the strength of each card."
It is impossible to make a similar one from scratch in half a year.
The first thing he decided to do when he returned to the castle was to send Goo Goo across the entire Atlantic Ocean, and call Victor from an island country in the Pacific Ocean to open a shop.
Those pure-blood gentlemen can only stare blankly at that time, wasting the shop and the initial research and development funds in vain.
"Are you using this method again?" As soon as Hermione came in, she saw Vincent changing to biscuits to tease Googoo.
"It learned to be smart."
"The average IQ of owls in the wizarding world is very high."
She paused, and then added, "At least taller than the two big fools around Malfoy."
"Did they offend you?" Vincent stood up, moving his arms.
"I'm not easy to bully!" Hermione raised her small fist, "They were making fun of Ginny just now, and they ran away as soon as they saw me."
"Go, fuck him!" Fred and George got out of the cubicle.
"Hey, don't—"
Vincent rolled his eyes at Hermione, "I seriously suspect that you are instigating us, but I have no proof."
Hermione ignored him and stared back with larger, rounder eyes.
……
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