Chapter 517 Don't pretend, I'll showdown
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Vincent, who had a good dream, opened his eyes, just in time to see Gugu standing by the pillow with a letter in his mouth.
It seemed to be frightened, and its raised paws stopped in mid-air.
"Are you trying to grab my face?"
Cuckoo tilted his head, pretending not to understand the sentence.
Vincent hugged it for a while.
After tossing about, he opened the letter.
Restmann from Germany wrote that Yamamoto had arrived in Austria safely.
After writing the reply letter, Gu Gu got along well.
"You remember—forget it, you can't show your face casually now."
Picking up the letter, Gugu flew out of the window with his head held high and his wings flapping.
Now it is no longer the most honorable owl in Hogwarts.
Commanding tens of thousands of owls in the British Isles, only the title of supreme is worthy of it.
James closed the comic in his hand seriously,
"It seems that Gu Gu is the next supreme mage."
Vincent threw a pillow, "Kama Taj doesn't exist."
James narrowly escaped, "But magic is real."
Nawei Mimihuhu who was awakened nodded.
"I don't even know how to refute."
"Hahaha—Old Wen, I can finally speak up to you!"
The happy time didn't last long.
After washing up and going downstairs to have breakfast, James ran around the castle bitterly.
After his daily exercise, Vincent sat on the door steps and opened today's newspaper.
Unsurprisingly, all unanimously bad-mouthed the Wizard card.
The Daily Prophet is the most exaggerated.
I don't know where Rita found an old wizard who is proficient in Muggle finance, and he actually analyzed the probability of inflation in the wizarding world.
The words are sensational, as if the big bang is about to die.
Skipping these unnutritious contents, he put down the newspaper with some disappointment.
Before the Ministry of Magic reveals the progress of the investigation, it can only be regarded as scratching the itch of the gentlemen at best.
The heritage of nearly a thousand years is hard to shake.
There are many wizards who hate them, but there are also many who are used to the status quo.
No way, just wait.
……
……
Nothing happened until Wednesday, when the Potions class, like a succubus, came again.
Snape had a stinky face the whole time, looking for trouble with students other than Vincent.
Even Hermione was criticized for turning off the fire half a second late, which completely ruined a pot of healing potions that should have been perfect.
Vincent, who was acting casually, had long been cursing in his heart.
The old bat is insidious. He deliberately only "treats" him preferentially. Even a fool can see that there is a problem.
Arthur didn't even tell his son the position of the temporary school manager. Except for the regular staff of the school, only the gentlemen and the Ministry of Magic knew.
"Peng—" black smoke billowed from the cauldron in front of Vincent.
Snape walked over grimly.
With a wave of his wand, the smoke and pot were rolled out of the classroom.
"Wayne, go to the school hospital quickly, your delicate body cannot be injured."
It was gnashing of teeth again, and flattering again.
"Professor, don't you always say that I'm as strong as a troll.
I'm not hurt, you don't have to make a fuss. "
Resisting the urge to deduct points, Snape came lightly to Harry.
"Potter! You were so distracted that you cooked a lake of pulp!"
"I--"
"10 points deducted from Gryffindor!"
Vincent's hands shaking the selected white moss powder, directly sprinkled it on the desk.
"Mr. Wayne!" Snape floated back again,
"I have to take you to the school hospital myself!"
He used all the polite titles, and it seemed that he was determined to expose his identity as a school manager.
"Professor, this will affect the classroom."
"It doesn't matter, no one in the school is more important than you."
All eyes in the classroom were on Vincent.
The old bat changed sex?
Impossible, that gnashing of teeth expression is real.
owe money?Or get caught?
Hermione and Daphne looked at each other, and at the same time they both smelled the secret.
Their curiosity arose.
Vincent calmly grabbed a handful of white moss.
Healing potions are very safe, and overdose will only cause black smoke.
Moreover, this is a well-chosen powder, and it needs to be seriously overdose to be effective.
Fortunately, absinthe was not added, otherwise it would neutralize the rejection reaction with narcissus.
A handful, two handfuls.
At the third hand, Snape finally couldn't hold back anymore,
"Wayne, are you going to blow us all up?"
"No, Professor." Vincent stopped with an innocent face,
"You didn't deduct my points today, I thought I did nothing wrong."
Snape sneered, "Mr. Wayne, who would dare to say that you are wrong now?
Not only me, but even the wise Dumbledore dare not. "
It's [-]% over, it seems that the cards will be revealed.
Vincent raised a finger vaguely, "How is it possible, I am an ordinary student from an ordinary Muggle family."
"Hey——" Snape was so gloomy that he was about to drip water,
"That's great, I thought you had some terrible identity."
"Of course not, Professor." He raised three fingers straight up.
"Really?" Snape suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, "I've heard some rumors lately—"
"That's all rumors, don't take it as truth." Vincent withdrew a finger.
"Ho—" Snape turned back to the podium.
"Continue to class!"
Take it when you see it, and there is no disadvantage.
The real loser was Vincent.
Give an extra [-]% of the operating fee every month, or just pay Snape's hush money.
Wait, fatten up before killing!
I didn't choose a time until the end of get out of class, and I was followed by two little witches as soon as I left the classroom.
They are not easy to get along with.
Follow to the auditorium, taking advantage of not many students.
"Stop pretending, I'm the new school manager, and I've got a showdown."
"Huh?" Hermione and Daphne blinked their big eyes blankly.
They pinched each other's arms, and then stretched their little hands to Vincent's forehead.
"No fever."
"Is it true?"
He pushed the two hands away, "Of course it's true, it's not like you don't know that Yamamoto is mine."
"No wonder Snape wants to expose you." Hermione quickly calmed down,
"Then what are you afraid of? Not many students curry favor with Malfoy before."
Daphne nodded in agreement, "There are a total of 12 school directors, and apart from providing operating funds, they have almost no real power in the school."
Vincent looked around,
There are already many students.
He gestured for them to move a little closer.
"Professor Dumbledore has a lot of tricks of the school director, and he helped me keep the price to a minimum."
"That is to say, you took more than one seat?"
"correct."
"Then how many did you take?"
"The professor suggested that I take 7 of them, and the Galleons that Yamamoto brought back are just enough."
"Seven!?" Hermione and Daphne patted the long table at the same time and stood up.
"Hush—" Vincent hurriedly pulled them back to sit down,
"Don't tell me, I don't want to be fawned on day and night."
If Hogwarts is a shareholding system, he is now the major shareholder in the actual sense.
It's a pity that the school manager is just a big injustice for giving money.
The only thing that can be called power is the ability to dismiss any faculty member.
What's more, he is not an official school manager yet, so he has to wait until he becomes an adult.
……
……
It seemed to be frightened, and its raised paws stopped in mid-air.
"Are you trying to grab my face?"
Cuckoo tilted his head, pretending not to understand the sentence.
Vincent hugged it for a while.
After tossing about, he opened the letter.
Restmann from Germany wrote that Yamamoto had arrived in Austria safely.
After writing the reply letter, Gu Gu got along well.
"You remember—forget it, you can't show your face casually now."
Picking up the letter, Gugu flew out of the window with his head held high and his wings flapping.
Now it is no longer the most honorable owl in Hogwarts.
Commanding tens of thousands of owls in the British Isles, only the title of supreme is worthy of it.
James closed the comic in his hand seriously,
"It seems that Gu Gu is the next supreme mage."
Vincent threw a pillow, "Kama Taj doesn't exist."
James narrowly escaped, "But magic is real."
Nawei Mimihuhu who was awakened nodded.
"I don't even know how to refute."
"Hahaha—Old Wen, I can finally speak up to you!"
The happy time didn't last long.
After washing up and going downstairs to have breakfast, James ran around the castle bitterly.
After his daily exercise, Vincent sat on the door steps and opened today's newspaper.
Unsurprisingly, all unanimously bad-mouthed the Wizard card.
The Daily Prophet is the most exaggerated.
I don't know where Rita found an old wizard who is proficient in Muggle finance, and he actually analyzed the probability of inflation in the wizarding world.
The words are sensational, as if the big bang is about to die.
Skipping these unnutritious contents, he put down the newspaper with some disappointment.
Before the Ministry of Magic reveals the progress of the investigation, it can only be regarded as scratching the itch of the gentlemen at best.
The heritage of nearly a thousand years is hard to shake.
There are many wizards who hate them, but there are also many who are used to the status quo.
No way, just wait.
……
……
Nothing happened until Wednesday, when the Potions class, like a succubus, came again.
Snape had a stinky face the whole time, looking for trouble with students other than Vincent.
Even Hermione was criticized for turning off the fire half a second late, which completely ruined a pot of healing potions that should have been perfect.
Vincent, who was acting casually, had long been cursing in his heart.
The old bat is insidious. He deliberately only "treats" him preferentially. Even a fool can see that there is a problem.
Arthur didn't even tell his son the position of the temporary school manager. Except for the regular staff of the school, only the gentlemen and the Ministry of Magic knew.
"Peng—" black smoke billowed from the cauldron in front of Vincent.
Snape walked over grimly.
With a wave of his wand, the smoke and pot were rolled out of the classroom.
"Wayne, go to the school hospital quickly, your delicate body cannot be injured."
It was gnashing of teeth again, and flattering again.
"Professor, don't you always say that I'm as strong as a troll.
I'm not hurt, you don't have to make a fuss. "
Resisting the urge to deduct points, Snape came lightly to Harry.
"Potter! You were so distracted that you cooked a lake of pulp!"
"I--"
"10 points deducted from Gryffindor!"
Vincent's hands shaking the selected white moss powder, directly sprinkled it on the desk.
"Mr. Wayne!" Snape floated back again,
"I have to take you to the school hospital myself!"
He used all the polite titles, and it seemed that he was determined to expose his identity as a school manager.
"Professor, this will affect the classroom."
"It doesn't matter, no one in the school is more important than you."
All eyes in the classroom were on Vincent.
The old bat changed sex?
Impossible, that gnashing of teeth expression is real.
owe money?Or get caught?
Hermione and Daphne looked at each other, and at the same time they both smelled the secret.
Their curiosity arose.
Vincent calmly grabbed a handful of white moss.
Healing potions are very safe, and overdose will only cause black smoke.
Moreover, this is a well-chosen powder, and it needs to be seriously overdose to be effective.
Fortunately, absinthe was not added, otherwise it would neutralize the rejection reaction with narcissus.
A handful, two handfuls.
At the third hand, Snape finally couldn't hold back anymore,
"Wayne, are you going to blow us all up?"
"No, Professor." Vincent stopped with an innocent face,
"You didn't deduct my points today, I thought I did nothing wrong."
Snape sneered, "Mr. Wayne, who would dare to say that you are wrong now?
Not only me, but even the wise Dumbledore dare not. "
It's [-]% over, it seems that the cards will be revealed.
Vincent raised a finger vaguely, "How is it possible, I am an ordinary student from an ordinary Muggle family."
"Hey——" Snape was so gloomy that he was about to drip water,
"That's great, I thought you had some terrible identity."
"Of course not, Professor." He raised three fingers straight up.
"Really?" Snape suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, "I've heard some rumors lately—"
"That's all rumors, don't take it as truth." Vincent withdrew a finger.
"Ho—" Snape turned back to the podium.
"Continue to class!"
Take it when you see it, and there is no disadvantage.
The real loser was Vincent.
Give an extra [-]% of the operating fee every month, or just pay Snape's hush money.
Wait, fatten up before killing!
I didn't choose a time until the end of get out of class, and I was followed by two little witches as soon as I left the classroom.
They are not easy to get along with.
Follow to the auditorium, taking advantage of not many students.
"Stop pretending, I'm the new school manager, and I've got a showdown."
"Huh?" Hermione and Daphne blinked their big eyes blankly.
They pinched each other's arms, and then stretched their little hands to Vincent's forehead.
"No fever."
"Is it true?"
He pushed the two hands away, "Of course it's true, it's not like you don't know that Yamamoto is mine."
"No wonder Snape wants to expose you." Hermione quickly calmed down,
"Then what are you afraid of? Not many students curry favor with Malfoy before."
Daphne nodded in agreement, "There are a total of 12 school directors, and apart from providing operating funds, they have almost no real power in the school."
Vincent looked around,
There are already many students.
He gestured for them to move a little closer.
"Professor Dumbledore has a lot of tricks of the school director, and he helped me keep the price to a minimum."
"That is to say, you took more than one seat?"
"correct."
"Then how many did you take?"
"The professor suggested that I take 7 of them, and the Galleons that Yamamoto brought back are just enough."
"Seven!?" Hermione and Daphne patted the long table at the same time and stood up.
"Hush—" Vincent hurriedly pulled them back to sit down,
"Don't tell me, I don't want to be fawned on day and night."
If Hogwarts is a shareholding system, he is now the major shareholder in the actual sense.
It's a pity that the school manager is just a big injustice for giving money.
The only thing that can be called power is the ability to dismiss any faculty member.
What's more, he is not an official school manager yet, so he has to wait until he becomes an adult.
……
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