Chapter 930 Malfoy's Strange Habit

"Gross!" Lavender complained again. "That's gross, Hagrid. What are those pointy things on it?"

"Ah, those are their thorns."

She quickly pulled her hand back.

Hagrid looked excited, "I guess the ones with thorns are males. The females have suction cup-like things on their bellies. I think they probably suck blood."

The students withdrew their hands one after another.

Draco said sarcastically, "Oh... I understand why we have to find a way to keep them alive. They can burn, sting, and bite people. Who wouldn't want such a pet?"

Vincent thrust his retracted hand back.

"Hey, go on!"

Draco subconsciously reached out to catch a blast-tailed skrewt that he threw over.

"Shet!"

The blasting-tailed skrewt that was thrown into the air was ejected back with a "pop" sound.

Draco was so scared that he ran away, "Asshole! Wayne, why did you throw this damn thing to me!"

Vincent picked up another blasting-tailed skrewt. "You said everyone wants a pet like this. It seems you are an exception."

Seeing that he was about to throw it at him again, Draco quickly squatted down and hid behind the wooden box, leaving only half of his head exposed.

"Wayne! It's class time now, don't mess around!"

"You still remember that we are in class now?" Vincent put the blasting-tailed skrewt in his hand back into the wooden box. "Your mouth stinks. You must not have brushed your teeth today."

The students burst into laughter, and Hagrid's shaggy beard also opened up, revealing his big mouth.

Draco's face turned red with embarrassment, "You...you guys..."

Amidst the laughter and joy, the students found that the blasting-tailed skrewt seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

But there is always a psychological barrier when I want to reach out and touch it.

After the class, everyone returned to the castle, talking and laughing.

"Today is really an eye-opener." James shook his head and patted Vincent's shoulder. "When I think of Malfoy's face just now, I can't help but laugh."

"Puchi——" Neville and Alfred both laughed out loud.

Vincent and Hermione couldn't help laughing.

Four years have passed, but the little golden retriever still hasn't learned his lesson. I guess he has some special tendencies.

James smirked, "Malfoy must be a masochist."

"Agreed!" Alfred also grinned.

Neville was stunned, "What is masochism?"

"I just like being beaten and abused. The more I get beaten and abused, the happier I am."

"Oh." Neville nodded, "Malfoy's habit is really strange."

"Pfft—" Hermione quickly covered her mouth.

But she and Vincent finally laughed too, amidst James and Alfred's infectious laughter.

They forgot all the unpleasantness of the day and returned to the auditorium to happily enjoy their lunch.

"Old Wen, do you think the skrewts will become as rampant as the Acromantulas?"

"Sure, but only if Hagrid finds out what they eat."

"Merlin bless him, I hope he never understands."

After lunch, it’s time to continue classes.

There was only one Divination class in the afternoon, and neither Vincent nor Hermione continued to take it this semester.

"I wouldn't have chosen this course if I had known." James looked at the two people who didn't have classes with envy.

"I'd rather spend an extra hour with the blast-tailed skrewt than sit through a lecture with an old liar."

Alfred smacked his lips, "Old Wen, are you two going on a date later?"

Hermione blushed and shook her head in denial, "Of course not. We have work to do."

James looked teasing, "What's the matter?"

"Build a car."

"Ah? Isn't there already one?"

Hermione looked at Vincent mysteriously and said, "You'll know when it's built."

James and Alfred understood immediately, and Neville soon realized it too.

As roommates, the three of them certainly knew that Vincent had always wanted to build his dream car.

The Bugatti Veyron is already cool enough, and it is hard to imagine what other design can surpass it.

The group arrived at the eighth floor of the castle. James and his friends went to the tower for divination class, while Vincent and Hermione came to the tapestry of the troll beating Barnabas with a club.

After walking back and forth three times, a door appeared on the wall.

After opening the door and walking in, there was a workshop filled with various alchemical equipment.

A blue-black Bugatti Veyron was parked on a huge mechanical platform, with several motionless mini puppets standing around it.

"Let's get to work!" Vincent tapped the magic communicator on his wrist and raised the workbench from the floor.

Hermione quietly walked to the sofa beside her and sat down, picking up the car magazine on the coffee table.

She couldn't help in any way now, so she could only catch up on some knowledge about cars as quickly as possible.

Comparing the various supercars of different shapes in the magazine, she felt that the Bugatti Veyron was particularly unique, and was full of elegance inside and out.

Vincent at the workbench projects a three-dimensional W16 engine, zooms in and takes it apart completely.

It is not difficult to achieve flight, just add a suspension component.

But to achieve the same speed as a fighter jet, the engine needs to be redesigned.

With his experience with flying boots, he quickly designed several options.

Thanks to the workbench that uses magic projection, these solutions can be initially technically verified without the need to build physical objects for testing.

After a whole afternoon, Hermione basically understood the design concepts of commercially available sports cars, and Vincent also selected two different design plans.

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It was dinner time when the two came out of the Room of Requirement.

Before I even reached the auditorium, I could hear a heated argument coming from inside.

"Po Te! How dare you laugh at me!"

"Shut your stinky mouth, Malfoy! Harry was just talking to me about Divination class, don't take it for granted!"

"Po Te! Take care of your dog!"

"What did you say?"

When I pushed open the door of the auditorium, I saw Harry holding Ron's arm tightly.

Draco in front of them had a mocking look on his face, "Potter, tie up your dog quickly, I don't want to be bitten for no reason."

His sarcastic tone made Ron's eyes turn red immediately, "Damn it! Malfoy, how dare you call me a dog!"

Seeing that Ron was about to break free and pounce on him, Draco still had a mocking expression on his face, "You dog Weasley, am I wrong?"

Harry held Ron tightly, "Calm down, don't be fooled, he is tempting you to do it."

Draco sneered, "When did you become a coward, Pott?"

Harry's face turned green. "No matter what I am, I am better than an uneducated and childish person like you."

Draco blushed again, "Why don't I have a tutor?"

"Did your family teach you what respect is?" Harry pulled Ron back. "They don't know how to respect others just like you. They have a sour face all day long, as if they have a piece of shit in their mouth."

"Huh..." Draco sneered, "Potter! How dare you insult my family!"

"Then shut your fat mouth."

With a "bang", the spell flew past Harry's cheek.

Vincent, who was watching the show, looked back at the auditorium door with a small hole in it.

If this hits you in the face...

He drew his wand and was about to end the farce when a figure ran into the hall quickly.

"Boy, don't even think about getting a second chance!"

A white light flashed, and Draco, holding the wand, turned into a white puppy.

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