Chapter 74
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Slytherin against Gryffindor has,
The same goes for Gryffindor against Slytherin.
This year, it looks a bit evenly matched.
No matter how good-tempered Flitwick was, he each played [-] boards before get out of class ended.
With 20 points from both sides, Gryffindor is still at a disadvantage even with the 5 points added by Hermione.
Vincent looked at the four big hourglasses in the auditorium, and his mood became very melancholy.
Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have surpassed them.
"The gap will widen a little bit..."
Neville's thoughts came true.
In Charms class the next morning, Flitwick, who had a good temper, walked off the podium directly, allowing the two sides to start a half-class scolding battle.
He was smiling, and he had a dark belly.
Two dogs fight, play off.
The little eagles and little badgers who seem to be Buddhists all want to break the little snakes' continuous championship.
But Professor McGonagall was not willing to go on.
So, Vincent was called to the office.
"The situation in the senior grades is fine, but the smell of gunpowder in the first grade is too strong."
He stood up obediently and pretended to be stupid: "Professor, haven't we always been like this with them?"
The pupils under Mag's square glasses narrowed, "Vincent, you know that we wizards have always been bad at mathematics.
I know several journal editors very well, and they are all very interested in pure data papers. "
"Professor, the speed of adding points should not be as fast as deducting points, right?" He continued to pretend to be stupid.
"And I still have Quidditch training, and the Owl Club has to allocate time..."
He blinked his big eyes, and pressed his hand to his cheek pitifully, "Look, I've lost weight recently."
"Oh?" Mag took off his glasses, got up and looked around him, "Indeed, the elves in the kitchen said that you rarely go there recently."
Vincent smiled sarcastically, "There are mysterious people haunting the school, how dare I run around~"
"You kid." She shook her head, then became serious, "As long as the thesis is finished before the end of the semester.
Add in the 150 points from three Quidditch games, and do you think we'll still be able to win the House Cup, Vincent? "
If I continue to pretend to be stupid, I'm afraid I will be scolded.
Vincent agreed with a flat mouth, "Professor, I will write a few more papers."
It's not that Hogwarts didn't have students who were good at mathematics, but there were no students like him who had won prizes before entering school.
The dean wants to win the championship by fair means, and Vincent, who is an "excellent student", can only do so.
"Free training today."
After weakly announcing the news in the common room, he buried himself in McGonagall's previous papers.
It is not impossible to display Transfiguration with pure data, but the workload and calculation are a bit heavy.
Vincent thought it would take more than half a semester just to deform a single object.
If human body deformation is counted, it will have to wait until he learns it.
"The contribution of a paper should be worth a hundred points..."
He muttered to himself, which made the practicing lion cubs a little ashamed.
"Concentrate." The small Hermione nimbly walked around behind Parvati, her small fist pressed against the opponent's lower back.
"I lost."
Parvati turned around and spread her hands, "Seriously, you missed several lessons, why are you still catching up with our progress?"
"Of course..." Hermione looked at Vincent's back, and then looked at her seriously.
"I don't know, maybe it's talent."
"I envy you~"
If it was before, maybe she would say "You haven't worked hard enough".
After knowing how to think from the standpoint of others, she has become much more friendly.
……
……
Thursday, Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Quirrell lost the smell of garlic and was replaced by an extremely pungent smell of alcohol.
Last week, the masks of the little lions have already turned back to cotton.
The pungent smell made Draco's firepower slightly lower.
"Today we're going to talk about vampires."
Quirrell, who seemed to have recovered, sat on the podium the whole time. .seven
Except for the long scarf around the forehead, it seems that there is no difference.
While the students were not interested in listening to the lecture, they also felt that if there was a familiar smell of garlic, this class would definitely become more interesting.
"Does anyone know how to deal with vampires?"
Hermione just raised her hand when Draco said a sarcasm.
"Wow, it's the knowledgeable Granger again~"
He then raised his hand without even looking at the podium.
"Mr—Mr Malfoy, please."
He stood up slowly and arrogantly, lifting his chin as if enjoying himself.
"Vampires are afraid of wizards. As long as I say a spell, they will run away."
This "they" is also deliberately emphasized.
Draco's self-satisfaction made even Vincent, who had no intention of responding, frown.
Although vampires are classified as dark creatures, they are not as dangerous as werewolves.
Contrary to the movies, being sucked does not turn you into a vampire.
They're just a bunch of humanoids who hate garlic and love the smell of blood.
The reason why Draco said this was not only to belittle Quirrell who was afraid of vampires, but also to attract hatred.
The resentful Seamus was pressed down by Dean.
"Think about our house points, we can't be fooled anymore."
"I can't stand it for long."
Harry and Ron's whisper, also discusses this.
Vincent was relieved.
If the little lion can reflect on this point, he has grown a lot.
After a few more days of depression, it is time to release the emotions.
Quirrell added 3 points to Slytherin with some entanglement.
It doesn't matter if the answer is correct or not, he doesn't care at all.
After three days of applying high-concentration povidone iodine, the pustules on the back of the head did improve.
It's just that the pain didn't decrease but increased.
Every time he cleaned Voldemort's rotting half of his face in front of the mirror, the other side would yell and curse.
Looking for a unicorn?
He thought too.
But in order to cover up the gunshot wound, the bullet was simply painted with white moss.
Thinking of Qi Luo here, seeing that it was almost time, he announced that get out of class was over.
"Wait a moment, Professor."
Vincent stopped him, and took a few more careful look.
"Professor, you recovered so quickly, it seems that you are strictly disinfecting according to the ratio."
"Proportion?"
"Yes, if it is not diluted in proportion, it will greatly irritate the wound, and in severe cases, it will even cause rot."
Quirrell put his hands on his shoulders excitedly, "Wayne, why didn't you say it earlier!"
"It's written on the bottle." Vincent pretended to be in pain with an innocent face, "I thought you would read it carefully, Professor."
"Guliu——" Quirrell looked at the students walking out of the classroom, and suddenly let go of his hand as if realizing something.
"I—Of course I saw it."
He turned back into a cowardly professor in seconds, and touched the back of his head in embarrassment.
Just now Voldemort was cursing again in his head.
……
……
The same goes for Gryffindor against Slytherin.
This year, it looks a bit evenly matched.
No matter how good-tempered Flitwick was, he each played [-] boards before get out of class ended.
With 20 points from both sides, Gryffindor is still at a disadvantage even with the 5 points added by Hermione.
Vincent looked at the four big hourglasses in the auditorium, and his mood became very melancholy.
Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have surpassed them.
"The gap will widen a little bit..."
Neville's thoughts came true.
In Charms class the next morning, Flitwick, who had a good temper, walked off the podium directly, allowing the two sides to start a half-class scolding battle.
He was smiling, and he had a dark belly.
Two dogs fight, play off.
The little eagles and little badgers who seem to be Buddhists all want to break the little snakes' continuous championship.
But Professor McGonagall was not willing to go on.
So, Vincent was called to the office.
"The situation in the senior grades is fine, but the smell of gunpowder in the first grade is too strong."
He stood up obediently and pretended to be stupid: "Professor, haven't we always been like this with them?"
The pupils under Mag's square glasses narrowed, "Vincent, you know that we wizards have always been bad at mathematics.
I know several journal editors very well, and they are all very interested in pure data papers. "
"Professor, the speed of adding points should not be as fast as deducting points, right?" He continued to pretend to be stupid.
"And I still have Quidditch training, and the Owl Club has to allocate time..."
He blinked his big eyes, and pressed his hand to his cheek pitifully, "Look, I've lost weight recently."
"Oh?" Mag took off his glasses, got up and looked around him, "Indeed, the elves in the kitchen said that you rarely go there recently."
Vincent smiled sarcastically, "There are mysterious people haunting the school, how dare I run around~"
"You kid." She shook her head, then became serious, "As long as the thesis is finished before the end of the semester.
Add in the 150 points from three Quidditch games, and do you think we'll still be able to win the House Cup, Vincent? "
If I continue to pretend to be stupid, I'm afraid I will be scolded.
Vincent agreed with a flat mouth, "Professor, I will write a few more papers."
It's not that Hogwarts didn't have students who were good at mathematics, but there were no students like him who had won prizes before entering school.
The dean wants to win the championship by fair means, and Vincent, who is an "excellent student", can only do so.
"Free training today."
After weakly announcing the news in the common room, he buried himself in McGonagall's previous papers.
It is not impossible to display Transfiguration with pure data, but the workload and calculation are a bit heavy.
Vincent thought it would take more than half a semester just to deform a single object.
If human body deformation is counted, it will have to wait until he learns it.
"The contribution of a paper should be worth a hundred points..."
He muttered to himself, which made the practicing lion cubs a little ashamed.
"Concentrate." The small Hermione nimbly walked around behind Parvati, her small fist pressed against the opponent's lower back.
"I lost."
Parvati turned around and spread her hands, "Seriously, you missed several lessons, why are you still catching up with our progress?"
"Of course..." Hermione looked at Vincent's back, and then looked at her seriously.
"I don't know, maybe it's talent."
"I envy you~"
If it was before, maybe she would say "You haven't worked hard enough".
After knowing how to think from the standpoint of others, she has become much more friendly.
……
……
Thursday, Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Quirrell lost the smell of garlic and was replaced by an extremely pungent smell of alcohol.
Last week, the masks of the little lions have already turned back to cotton.
The pungent smell made Draco's firepower slightly lower.
"Today we're going to talk about vampires."
Quirrell, who seemed to have recovered, sat on the podium the whole time. .seven
Except for the long scarf around the forehead, it seems that there is no difference.
While the students were not interested in listening to the lecture, they also felt that if there was a familiar smell of garlic, this class would definitely become more interesting.
"Does anyone know how to deal with vampires?"
Hermione just raised her hand when Draco said a sarcasm.
"Wow, it's the knowledgeable Granger again~"
He then raised his hand without even looking at the podium.
"Mr—Mr Malfoy, please."
He stood up slowly and arrogantly, lifting his chin as if enjoying himself.
"Vampires are afraid of wizards. As long as I say a spell, they will run away."
This "they" is also deliberately emphasized.
Draco's self-satisfaction made even Vincent, who had no intention of responding, frown.
Although vampires are classified as dark creatures, they are not as dangerous as werewolves.
Contrary to the movies, being sucked does not turn you into a vampire.
They're just a bunch of humanoids who hate garlic and love the smell of blood.
The reason why Draco said this was not only to belittle Quirrell who was afraid of vampires, but also to attract hatred.
The resentful Seamus was pressed down by Dean.
"Think about our house points, we can't be fooled anymore."
"I can't stand it for long."
Harry and Ron's whisper, also discusses this.
Vincent was relieved.
If the little lion can reflect on this point, he has grown a lot.
After a few more days of depression, it is time to release the emotions.
Quirrell added 3 points to Slytherin with some entanglement.
It doesn't matter if the answer is correct or not, he doesn't care at all.
After three days of applying high-concentration povidone iodine, the pustules on the back of the head did improve.
It's just that the pain didn't decrease but increased.
Every time he cleaned Voldemort's rotting half of his face in front of the mirror, the other side would yell and curse.
Looking for a unicorn?
He thought too.
But in order to cover up the gunshot wound, the bullet was simply painted with white moss.
Thinking of Qi Luo here, seeing that it was almost time, he announced that get out of class was over.
"Wait a moment, Professor."
Vincent stopped him, and took a few more careful look.
"Professor, you recovered so quickly, it seems that you are strictly disinfecting according to the ratio."
"Proportion?"
"Yes, if it is not diluted in proportion, it will greatly irritate the wound, and in severe cases, it will even cause rot."
Quirrell put his hands on his shoulders excitedly, "Wayne, why didn't you say it earlier!"
"It's written on the bottle." Vincent pretended to be in pain with an innocent face, "I thought you would read it carefully, Professor."
"Guliu——" Quirrell looked at the students walking out of the classroom, and suddenly let go of his hand as if realizing something.
"I—Of course I saw it."
He turned back into a cowardly professor in seconds, and touched the back of his head in embarrassment.
Just now Voldemort was cursing again in his head.
……
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