Chapter 752 Social Terrorist
It was already evening when Sirius came out of the reception room, and several of his companions had already finished their routine inquiries.
Everyone was waiting in the foyer except Snape.
Dumbledore was there too, he had just come over after dealing with school matters.
Under Vincent's resentful gaze, he walked towards Sirius calmly.
"Thanks for your hard work."
A gentle hug is obviously not enough to comfort those 12 years in prison.
"Professor, I..."
"Let's talk about it when we get back."
Sirius suddenly felt sad.
If he hadn't accidentally seen Peter Pettigrew in the newspaper, he wouldn't have planned to escape Azkaban, let alone regain his freedom now.
"Go back...yes, let's go back."
Dumbledore turned to McGonagall, "Minerva, the children are in your care."
Fawkes's bright red flames enveloped Lupine and Sirius, and then he blinked innocently at Vincent.
It's better not to get involved in the Order of the Phoenix's affairs, but it's not possible to muddle through.
Before the three Dumbledores disappeared, Vincent smiled meaningfully.
Seeing this scene, Mag shook his head helplessly.
This kid is good at everything, but he's a little bold.
But on the other hand, if the people from the Ministry of Magic were not hung upside down tonight, Peter Pettigrew might not dare to show up.
If Fudge knew Batman's true identity, there would be no good consequences.
Mag pursed her lips, "Gentlemen, we have to go back to the castle."
She stretched out her hand and looked at Harry and Ron, "Hold on tight, the Apparition process will be a little uncomfortable."
After all, Vincent does not have a formal certificate, so it is better to keep a low profile here at the Ministry of Magic.
The black and white vortex appeared and disappeared, taking them back to the outside of Hogwarts Castle.
The craters caused by the explosion have disappeared. Presumably either Dumbledore or those who woke up from the Ministry of Magic repaired and restored them.
After working for dozens of hours, I can finally take a good rest.
But when Vincent walked into the auditorium, Fred and George rushed over and hugged him tightly.
This posture looks like he is going to be tortured severely.
Mag pretended not to see it and walked straight towards the staff table.
It was dinner time, and compared to the food at Hogwarts, the breakfast and lunch provided by the Ministry of Magic were terrible.
Hermione also wanted to pretend she didn't see him and slip away quietly, but was caught by Daphne.
"Okay, no wonder I saw you two flirting with each other last night. It turns out you separated us to do something big."
Although the Ministry of Magic has not officially announced it to the public, many wizards have learned about Sirius.
After all, Weasley and Greengrass were from the 28 pure-blood families, so they definitely knew much more information than ordinary wizards.
Vincent was carried by the twins to the Gryffindor table, where Cedric and Rove had already set up their positions.
“Be lenient if you confess, be harsh if you resist.”
Between the two options of going to jail and going home for the New Year, Vincent decisively sold Harry and Ron sitting in the corner.
Cedric had an honest smile on his face, "Don't be fooled, he is trying to divert our attention so that he can find a chance to escape."
The plot was discovered, and Vincent simply nuzzled at the students who gathered around him.
Explaining the whole matter can be postponed, but hiding it from them cannot be forgotten.
"Hahaha - George, don't be like this, I'm ticklish..."
After seeing his miserable condition, Hermione could only look at Daphne pitifully.
"Don't look at me like that...Okay, you win."
The two little witches found a corner to eat and chat.
Hogwarts' number one social cow has fallen?
Today was Draco's brightest smile in a while.
The stupid little lions are fighting among themselves, and the Fat Chicken Club is finally breaking up.
Unfortunately, his expectations were destined to be disappointed.
This is just a fight between friends, and the more they fight, the better the relationship becomes.
Look at those girls enjoying the show. A few brave ones have already gone over to feast their eyes on them.
Vincent is Vincent after all. Since begging for mercy doesn't work, don't blame him for being heartless.
Holding Fred's head with one hand, he grabbed George's arm with the other.
Cedric and Rolf, who wanted to help, watched blankly as one of them was pushed to the ground and the other's arm was twisted behind his waist.
"Hiss—man, we were wrong."
"Be gentle - be gentle, it's not fair for you to fight two."
Vincent glanced at Cedric and Rove who were coming around behind him, "Is one against four fair?"
Even though the twins were controlled, they were still smiling:
"Brother, you are our president. It is only fair that you have to hit 10 people no matter what."
"No, George, to be safe, at least 20."
Vincent rolled his eyes wide.
He let go of the two of them and fastened the buttons of his shirt that had been torn apart just now.
"You think too highly of me."
He came to the long table and sat down as if there was no one around, "How about you wait until I'm full and try again?"
The four of them are already in the first echelon of physical fitness in the school. If this can be easily solved, 20 is probably not enough.
Fred and George put on a flattering face, "My good buddy, can't you play with us more."
"I'm tired and hungry right now, and every time I close my eyes I think of a disgusting pink toad."
Cedric and Rolf shuddered, then sat down next to Vincent with curious expressions on their faces.
The twins also smiled evilly and moved their big faces closer to each other.
My friends are all looking forward to it, so of course I have to share it to make everyone sick.
But before that, Vincent ate a French dinner like a storm.
Along with the vivid description, even the students around him who were joining in the fun lost their appetite.
The way Dolores Umbridge dresses is disgusting enough, but with the way she speaks in a suffocated voice, it's not just an affectation.
"By the way, I know a magic that can project memories. Do you want to see it with your own eyes?"
All the students around were panicking.
Fortunately, Cedric held down Vincent's hand that was about to move, and Rolf on the other side confiscated his wand in time.
Just hearing it made me sick to the point of losing my appetite. If I had actually seen it with my own eyes, I would probably have to dream about that pink toad even when I went to bed at night.
"No, I just want to share with you."
The students stared at Vincent.
He seems to have broken away from the low-level taste of social cows and has been officially promoted to a "social terrorist", a social terrorist.
Isn't it because I don't want to be disgusted by myself alone? What about sharing and communicating?
Vincent, who was discovered, acted very calmly.
The joyful campus life is still there, and you can always find suitable opportunities.
When the students saw the sinister smile on his lips, they all had a bad feeling in their hearts.
Maybe when I get up tomorrow, dynamic photos of pink toads will be hanging everywhere.
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