Chapter 355 The Real Cause of Hair Loss
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Vincent, who was tired and sleepy, could finally sit down.
Holding a small plate of snacks in his hand, he occasionally greeted the students who came over.
If he became the Minister of Magic, or the President of the International Federation of Wizards, he felt that he would run away after staying for half a day.
Evil entertainment!
"I'm just trying to fulfill my responsibilities as a student. If I don't act, you don't act, and no one else acts, Hogwarts will really be over."
Roger Davies of Ravenclaw College agrees with his statement very much.
Lead by example, worthy of Wayne!
"I have been interested in your owl court for a long time, but I have never had the opportunity to learn more about it."
Vincent cheered up, "Really? I actually want everyone to have a place to relax in their spare time.
Of course, the first fighting class was also a reason. "
Davis looked back to the ring behind him.
There is a 2v2 duel going on there.
The red side is Fred and George, and the green side is the "little traitor" Cedric and Rove.
Shaking out the secret passage on the fourth floor, can it be easily forgiven?
Knee bump plus elbow hit, lunge plus kick.
In less than 5 minutes, all four of them were dripping with sweat.
"Wayne, I think fighting is quite useful." Davis said from the bottom of his heart without compliments on his face:
"If a wizard loses his wand, he's really no better than a Muggle."
"Don't you think it's inelegant?" Vincent motioned him to look at the ring again.
Cedric was pinned down by George, and Rove had Fred's head in his armpit.
"It's better than dying, or turning into a ghost."
He revisited Davis.
Tall and handsome, he is a standard British handsome guy.
Contrary to the creamy boy Cedric, Davis feels very sunny and healthy.
"Wayne, can I join your club?"
"Welcome very much." Vincent nodded slightly towards Percy from the air, "We have a new version of Gwent card trial event this weekend, I believe you will be very interested."
"I'm really interested." Davis shook hands with him friendly, "I will definitely come to participate."
After what happened last night, the students' favor towards Vincent has soared.
Representatives of Ravenclaw join the court of owls, which means that more students will join in the future.
It's a pity that there are still no Slytherin students, but it's only a matter of time.
After Davis left, Vincent focused on the door.
The door of the Black Swan Club on the opposite side was ajar, and it seemed that they would not come to find fault.
"Aren't you going back to rest?" Hermione sat down with two drinks.
She handed one of the glasses of dark color to Vincent while it was still bubbling, "I heard that magic is not omnipotent. Myopia and hair loss have not been completely solved until now."
"Staying up late for a long time will lead to hair loss." Vincent took the cup, "You say that, I'm starting to feel sleepy."
"You stay up late more than I do." Hermione took a sip of the lemonade with ice. "Snape will definitely catch us tomorrow."
"Then you agree with them to hold a party?"
"You know why."
The students don't know much, but some of them think of the Chamber of Secrets.
And Vincent said Tom's name in person, maybe more students will know tomorrow.
Tom hated being a part of Muggles since he was a child, so he changed his name and appearance after becoming Voldemort.
They may not know what the Chamber of Secrets means, but their parents may not.
"I'll go back first." Vincent drank the Coke in one gulp, waved the cup to fly to the small bar and cleaned it automatically.
"Don't stay too late, you will lose your hair."
Hermione's little hand holding the cup strengthened slightly, "Thank you for your advice."
Vincent had left the activity room before she could get mad.
As he was going upstairs, he happened to meet Harry coming down from the headmaster's office.
"Harry? Why are you so sad?"
"Ah-oh, nothing."
"Is it about the Chamber of Secrets and Tom?"
Harry was slightly taken aback, then nodded of course.
He probably hasn't seen Dumbledore's little movie yet, so the reason for his worry can only be Parseltongue.
"My dad once said that a weapon is only as good as the person using it."
"Thanks, Vincent." Harry felt better.
"You're welcome, I'm just telling the truth."
Although there are still many doubts, whether the Potter family is combined with the Gaunt family or not, and whether it is because of the Parseltongue acquired by the ancestor Peverell, it is difficult for Harry to become a dark wizard.
If little Tom lived with the Dursleys, he would end up becoming Voldemort as well.
It couldn't have been any worse if Harry had been living in an orphanage.
In essence, these old enemies are two people who are at two extremes and have diametrically opposite personalities.
……
……
Potions class on Wednesday.
Before Snape entered the classroom, he gave Neville a big step ahead, giving him a blow.
"Longbottom! Don't you know you can't run in the corridor?"
"S-Professor Snape, I'm because it's going to--"
"I don't need your excuses! Gryffindor will deduct 10 points for your lateness."
The aggrieved Neville shrank his neck, not daring to raise his little head.
"Go in!"
"Yes."
After Snape, who was blissfully breezy, went in, he first glanced at Vincent in the front row.
280 points!
He alone, in one night, actually added 280 points to Gryffindor.
The two Weasleys had 50 points each, Granger had 100 points, and Potter had even 150 points.
A mere 630 points, Snape didn't find it difficult.
"Finnigan, why is your cauldron so dirty?"
Seamus couldn't lift his head from his creepy eyes, "Professor, I cleaned it in time."
"Really?" Snape walked over quickly, examining the cauldrons of the lion cubs one by one.
As expected, only two of them were as clean as new.
In his sinister and slightly smug smile, Gryffindor was deducted a full 100 points.
All the little lions dared not speak out, including Vincent who was suffocating underneath.
It is certain that no blade of grass will be left behind, and the bottles and jars must not be let go.
The operation code-named "Three Lights" had already appeared in his mind.
Snape met the malicious blue eyes knowingly.
His intuition told him that something big would happen soon.
Draco on the other side of the aisle was also in a good mood.
Whenever Gryffindor was unlucky, he was extra happy every time.
If some of them were unlucky, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
It's a pity that on Saturday, he—it should be said that the Malfoy family will be in trouble.
……
……
Holding a small plate of snacks in his hand, he occasionally greeted the students who came over.
If he became the Minister of Magic, or the President of the International Federation of Wizards, he felt that he would run away after staying for half a day.
Evil entertainment!
"I'm just trying to fulfill my responsibilities as a student. If I don't act, you don't act, and no one else acts, Hogwarts will really be over."
Roger Davies of Ravenclaw College agrees with his statement very much.
Lead by example, worthy of Wayne!
"I have been interested in your owl court for a long time, but I have never had the opportunity to learn more about it."
Vincent cheered up, "Really? I actually want everyone to have a place to relax in their spare time.
Of course, the first fighting class was also a reason. "
Davis looked back to the ring behind him.
There is a 2v2 duel going on there.
The red side is Fred and George, and the green side is the "little traitor" Cedric and Rove.
Shaking out the secret passage on the fourth floor, can it be easily forgiven?
Knee bump plus elbow hit, lunge plus kick.
In less than 5 minutes, all four of them were dripping with sweat.
"Wayne, I think fighting is quite useful." Davis said from the bottom of his heart without compliments on his face:
"If a wizard loses his wand, he's really no better than a Muggle."
"Don't you think it's inelegant?" Vincent motioned him to look at the ring again.
Cedric was pinned down by George, and Rove had Fred's head in his armpit.
"It's better than dying, or turning into a ghost."
He revisited Davis.
Tall and handsome, he is a standard British handsome guy.
Contrary to the creamy boy Cedric, Davis feels very sunny and healthy.
"Wayne, can I join your club?"
"Welcome very much." Vincent nodded slightly towards Percy from the air, "We have a new version of Gwent card trial event this weekend, I believe you will be very interested."
"I'm really interested." Davis shook hands with him friendly, "I will definitely come to participate."
After what happened last night, the students' favor towards Vincent has soared.
Representatives of Ravenclaw join the court of owls, which means that more students will join in the future.
It's a pity that there are still no Slytherin students, but it's only a matter of time.
After Davis left, Vincent focused on the door.
The door of the Black Swan Club on the opposite side was ajar, and it seemed that they would not come to find fault.
"Aren't you going back to rest?" Hermione sat down with two drinks.
She handed one of the glasses of dark color to Vincent while it was still bubbling, "I heard that magic is not omnipotent. Myopia and hair loss have not been completely solved until now."
"Staying up late for a long time will lead to hair loss." Vincent took the cup, "You say that, I'm starting to feel sleepy."
"You stay up late more than I do." Hermione took a sip of the lemonade with ice. "Snape will definitely catch us tomorrow."
"Then you agree with them to hold a party?"
"You know why."
The students don't know much, but some of them think of the Chamber of Secrets.
And Vincent said Tom's name in person, maybe more students will know tomorrow.
Tom hated being a part of Muggles since he was a child, so he changed his name and appearance after becoming Voldemort.
They may not know what the Chamber of Secrets means, but their parents may not.
"I'll go back first." Vincent drank the Coke in one gulp, waved the cup to fly to the small bar and cleaned it automatically.
"Don't stay too late, you will lose your hair."
Hermione's little hand holding the cup strengthened slightly, "Thank you for your advice."
Vincent had left the activity room before she could get mad.
As he was going upstairs, he happened to meet Harry coming down from the headmaster's office.
"Harry? Why are you so sad?"
"Ah-oh, nothing."
"Is it about the Chamber of Secrets and Tom?"
Harry was slightly taken aback, then nodded of course.
He probably hasn't seen Dumbledore's little movie yet, so the reason for his worry can only be Parseltongue.
"My dad once said that a weapon is only as good as the person using it."
"Thanks, Vincent." Harry felt better.
"You're welcome, I'm just telling the truth."
Although there are still many doubts, whether the Potter family is combined with the Gaunt family or not, and whether it is because of the Parseltongue acquired by the ancestor Peverell, it is difficult for Harry to become a dark wizard.
If little Tom lived with the Dursleys, he would end up becoming Voldemort as well.
It couldn't have been any worse if Harry had been living in an orphanage.
In essence, these old enemies are two people who are at two extremes and have diametrically opposite personalities.
……
……
Potions class on Wednesday.
Before Snape entered the classroom, he gave Neville a big step ahead, giving him a blow.
"Longbottom! Don't you know you can't run in the corridor?"
"S-Professor Snape, I'm because it's going to--"
"I don't need your excuses! Gryffindor will deduct 10 points for your lateness."
The aggrieved Neville shrank his neck, not daring to raise his little head.
"Go in!"
"Yes."
After Snape, who was blissfully breezy, went in, he first glanced at Vincent in the front row.
280 points!
He alone, in one night, actually added 280 points to Gryffindor.
The two Weasleys had 50 points each, Granger had 100 points, and Potter had even 150 points.
A mere 630 points, Snape didn't find it difficult.
"Finnigan, why is your cauldron so dirty?"
Seamus couldn't lift his head from his creepy eyes, "Professor, I cleaned it in time."
"Really?" Snape walked over quickly, examining the cauldrons of the lion cubs one by one.
As expected, only two of them were as clean as new.
In his sinister and slightly smug smile, Gryffindor was deducted a full 100 points.
All the little lions dared not speak out, including Vincent who was suffocating underneath.
It is certain that no blade of grass will be left behind, and the bottles and jars must not be let go.
The operation code-named "Three Lights" had already appeared in his mind.
Snape met the malicious blue eyes knowingly.
His intuition told him that something big would happen soon.
Draco on the other side of the aisle was also in a good mood.
Whenever Gryffindor was unlucky, he was extra happy every time.
If some of them were unlucky, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
It's a pity that on Saturday, he—it should be said that the Malfoy family will be in trouble.
……
……
