Chapter 315 My hands don't hurt, and the cold is gone
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Qing Mo Da Xian
If you want to say who has behaved the most abnormally in school recently, the one who bears the brunt is Dumbledore who is often absent.
Vincent looked at Dumbledore very strangely, as if he was looking at a prisoner.
It's a pity that he is the headmaster, and he still works against Tom.
After excluding this, it is impossible for Hermione who was born as a Muggle, and it is impossible for Daphne whose family has inherited the blood curse.
He looked at Cedric, who was still talking fiercely.
Those who are cornered can be ruled out.
Dumbledore bent down and said, "It's important, I don't want to reveal it in advance."
Come on, Project Fishing 2.0.
Vincent rolled his eyes, "Professor, please take care of me, he really hates me."
"I'm sure you'll find a way."
Dumbledore is gone.
He walked very crisply, as if he was running away.
"Cut, stingy little old man~" Vincent pouted, quietly listening to their unreliable guesses.
The house-elf who prevented Harry from going back to school was pretty reliable, but what the hell was the rest of Mrs. Filch and Pince?
Although Voldemort has no principles, he is not so casual.
"Aha—I'm sleepy." Vincent put on earmuffs, lay down and fell asleep during their heated discussion.
George winked at Cedric.
"I dare not, why don't you come?"
"It's boring." He turned his head and encouraged Rove to go.
Hermione, who was no longer smoking, looked at Vincent, and began to sort out those who had had great enemies with him.
The probability of the student is very low, and the professor...
"Don't you think Lockhart's recent behavior is abnormal?"
"Huh?" Rove hurriedly changed the subject, "It seems like he hasn't attended a serious class for a long time now."
"There's nothing unusual about it." Fred said disapprovingly, "Can his paper-made flamboyance be seen?"
Very reasonable.
Lockhart looked glamorous, but he was actually worse than many students.
They also won the Order of Merlin, and they were much more low-key than him.
It was also a healing spell, so Vincent didn't break his nose and take out his bones.
That's it?
Voldemort doesn't want the face of the Dark Lord?
"Although—but—" Hermione scratched her little head, "Well, I hope I'm overthinking it."
……
……
When Vincent woke up, he was in a daze.
Fred and George went back to sleep, and they were still drooling next to his pillow.
Cedric and Rove were even more exaggerated, sleeping with their heads on his lap.
And lastly there is Goo Goo.
I don't know who called it, but its big ass was pressed against its chest.
No wonder I had a nightmare. It turned out that these bad friends did it.
"Get up! Professor Lockhart is here with his elf!"
The four of them were so shocked that they all fell under the hospital bed.
"Run!"
"Ahhhh—why is he here again——"
"Cuckoo-"
Fred and George, who were in a daze, had just walked out of the school hospital when they suddenly turned their heads to stare at Vincent who was sitting up.
Cedric poked his head out, "Is that Lockhart? Let's hurry—"
He shook his head and looked at Rove, who also had a dull face.
How can there be any Lockhart and elves, they are all fake.
Hermione, who was woken up, was in a bad mood, and laughed out loud when she saw them being teased.
Madam Pomfrey came several times last night, but each time they sent them away with various reasons.
What about taking care of patients, promoting friendship, touching Vincent so much and so on.
It's just that the twins were egging on Cedric and Rove until she fell asleep.
Now it's all right, if you can't make fun of it, you will be made a fool of it.
"Brother, you are not kind!"
"That's right, thanks to our plan to protect you!"
Vincent threw the pillow over, "I think you should protect my pillow first."
The dry ones are stained, and the dry ones are still wet.
Disgusting, really disgusting.
As soon as Cedric and Rove laughed, Vincent patted his thighs.
"Because of you, I had a nightmare last night!"
"What nightmare?"
"Chased all night by Lockhart and his elves."
"Pfft—" Hermione quickly covered her mouth.
"And you!" Vincent squeezed Gu Gu, making it unable to move in his arms.
"I kept feeling out of breath last night, so it was you, little guy!"
"Cuckoo—" it blinked its big innocent eyes.
"Can't you switch places?"
"Cuckoo."
"There are a lot of beds here."
Cuckoo twisted his neck, pretending he didn't see anything.
Vincent pouted and glanced over there.
A figure walked quickly outside.
Very familiar, full of sense of sight.
"I'm not here!" He picked up the wand on the table and disappeared from the five people's sight.
Hermione turned her head thoughtfully, almost fainting from anger.
Lockhart did come, no elf but with two large bouquets of flowers.
"How are you guys?" He looked back and forth, "Where's Vincent? Could it be that he's going to the toilet?"
"Uh—yes!" Cedric Nana nodded, "He has a stomachache—no, he said he has Quidditch practice today."
"Is that so." Lockhart placed a bouquet of flowers beside the bed with some regret, "Is his injury okay?"
"He's sluggish, a gust of wind—ah!" George rubbed his ass,
"He's fine, even the typhoon in Fulakan can't take him away."
"Great." Lockhart came to Hermione's side.
"Professor, my hands don't hurt, and my cold is gone."
He nodded and put the flowers in the vase,
"Although it's a bit of an afterthought to say so, if I was there at the time, no monster would be able to harm you."
Hermione didn't believe it at all.
If he was there, he probably turned around and ran away.
"Thank you, Professor."
After thanking her politely, Lockhart seemed to feel the awkwardness of the atmosphere, and told her to pay more attention to rest before leaving.
"It's disgusting." Fred stuck out his tongue and made a few noises like nausea.
"What can you do, bragging No.1."
"Brilliant!" George looked around vigilantly, "There's nothing to be afraid of with this kind of stuff~"
Vincent who was hiding behind quietly stepped forward and whispered into his ear: "Lockhart is stupid, Tom is bad, and Malfoy is both stupid and bad.
Which one do you hate the most? "
George turned around in a hurry, "Please, they are not at the same level."
"The degree of disgust is the same." Vincent undoes the illusion spell, "for me."
The narcissistic and selfish professor, the dark lord who specializes in terrorist attacks, and the pampered young master.
Cedric pouted at him, "No matter what, none of these three are your opponents."
"Thank you for the compliment." Vincent lay back on the hospital bed, "Lockhart and Malfoy are nothing, only Tom is finished after losing once."
The chamber of secrets has been opened, and no one is the most suspicious at present.
Last year he could also tap sideways to dig out the hidden Quirrell.
It will be difficult this year.
……
……
Vincent looked at Dumbledore very strangely, as if he was looking at a prisoner.
It's a pity that he is the headmaster, and he still works against Tom.
After excluding this, it is impossible for Hermione who was born as a Muggle, and it is impossible for Daphne whose family has inherited the blood curse.
He looked at Cedric, who was still talking fiercely.
Those who are cornered can be ruled out.
Dumbledore bent down and said, "It's important, I don't want to reveal it in advance."
Come on, Project Fishing 2.0.
Vincent rolled his eyes, "Professor, please take care of me, he really hates me."
"I'm sure you'll find a way."
Dumbledore is gone.
He walked very crisply, as if he was running away.
"Cut, stingy little old man~" Vincent pouted, quietly listening to their unreliable guesses.
The house-elf who prevented Harry from going back to school was pretty reliable, but what the hell was the rest of Mrs. Filch and Pince?
Although Voldemort has no principles, he is not so casual.
"Aha—I'm sleepy." Vincent put on earmuffs, lay down and fell asleep during their heated discussion.
George winked at Cedric.
"I dare not, why don't you come?"
"It's boring." He turned his head and encouraged Rove to go.
Hermione, who was no longer smoking, looked at Vincent, and began to sort out those who had had great enemies with him.
The probability of the student is very low, and the professor...
"Don't you think Lockhart's recent behavior is abnormal?"
"Huh?" Rove hurriedly changed the subject, "It seems like he hasn't attended a serious class for a long time now."
"There's nothing unusual about it." Fred said disapprovingly, "Can his paper-made flamboyance be seen?"
Very reasonable.
Lockhart looked glamorous, but he was actually worse than many students.
They also won the Order of Merlin, and they were much more low-key than him.
It was also a healing spell, so Vincent didn't break his nose and take out his bones.
That's it?
Voldemort doesn't want the face of the Dark Lord?
"Although—but—" Hermione scratched her little head, "Well, I hope I'm overthinking it."
……
……
When Vincent woke up, he was in a daze.
Fred and George went back to sleep, and they were still drooling next to his pillow.
Cedric and Rove were even more exaggerated, sleeping with their heads on his lap.
And lastly there is Goo Goo.
I don't know who called it, but its big ass was pressed against its chest.
No wonder I had a nightmare. It turned out that these bad friends did it.
"Get up! Professor Lockhart is here with his elf!"
The four of them were so shocked that they all fell under the hospital bed.
"Run!"
"Ahhhh—why is he here again——"
"Cuckoo-"
Fred and George, who were in a daze, had just walked out of the school hospital when they suddenly turned their heads to stare at Vincent who was sitting up.
Cedric poked his head out, "Is that Lockhart? Let's hurry—"
He shook his head and looked at Rove, who also had a dull face.
How can there be any Lockhart and elves, they are all fake.
Hermione, who was woken up, was in a bad mood, and laughed out loud when she saw them being teased.
Madam Pomfrey came several times last night, but each time they sent them away with various reasons.
What about taking care of patients, promoting friendship, touching Vincent so much and so on.
It's just that the twins were egging on Cedric and Rove until she fell asleep.
Now it's all right, if you can't make fun of it, you will be made a fool of it.
"Brother, you are not kind!"
"That's right, thanks to our plan to protect you!"
Vincent threw the pillow over, "I think you should protect my pillow first."
The dry ones are stained, and the dry ones are still wet.
Disgusting, really disgusting.
As soon as Cedric and Rove laughed, Vincent patted his thighs.
"Because of you, I had a nightmare last night!"
"What nightmare?"
"Chased all night by Lockhart and his elves."
"Pfft—" Hermione quickly covered her mouth.
"And you!" Vincent squeezed Gu Gu, making it unable to move in his arms.
"I kept feeling out of breath last night, so it was you, little guy!"
"Cuckoo—" it blinked its big innocent eyes.
"Can't you switch places?"
"Cuckoo."
"There are a lot of beds here."
Cuckoo twisted his neck, pretending he didn't see anything.
Vincent pouted and glanced over there.
A figure walked quickly outside.
Very familiar, full of sense of sight.
"I'm not here!" He picked up the wand on the table and disappeared from the five people's sight.
Hermione turned her head thoughtfully, almost fainting from anger.
Lockhart did come, no elf but with two large bouquets of flowers.
"How are you guys?" He looked back and forth, "Where's Vincent? Could it be that he's going to the toilet?"
"Uh—yes!" Cedric Nana nodded, "He has a stomachache—no, he said he has Quidditch practice today."
"Is that so." Lockhart placed a bouquet of flowers beside the bed with some regret, "Is his injury okay?"
"He's sluggish, a gust of wind—ah!" George rubbed his ass,
"He's fine, even the typhoon in Fulakan can't take him away."
"Great." Lockhart came to Hermione's side.
"Professor, my hands don't hurt, and my cold is gone."
He nodded and put the flowers in the vase,
"Although it's a bit of an afterthought to say so, if I was there at the time, no monster would be able to harm you."
Hermione didn't believe it at all.
If he was there, he probably turned around and ran away.
"Thank you, Professor."
After thanking her politely, Lockhart seemed to feel the awkwardness of the atmosphere, and told her to pay more attention to rest before leaving.
"It's disgusting." Fred stuck out his tongue and made a few noises like nausea.
"What can you do, bragging No.1."
"Brilliant!" George looked around vigilantly, "There's nothing to be afraid of with this kind of stuff~"
Vincent who was hiding behind quietly stepped forward and whispered into his ear: "Lockhart is stupid, Tom is bad, and Malfoy is both stupid and bad.
Which one do you hate the most? "
George turned around in a hurry, "Please, they are not at the same level."
"The degree of disgust is the same." Vincent undoes the illusion spell, "for me."
The narcissistic and selfish professor, the dark lord who specializes in terrorist attacks, and the pampered young master.
Cedric pouted at him, "No matter what, none of these three are your opponents."
"Thank you for the compliment." Vincent lay back on the hospital bed, "Lockhart and Malfoy are nothing, only Tom is finished after losing once."
The chamber of secrets has been opened, and no one is the most suspicious at present.
Last year he could also tap sideways to dig out the hidden Quirrell.
It will be difficult this year.
……
……
