How could a person with such a positive image be assigned to Slytherin who does not hide his own desires?
However, if you are really a natural master of brain closure, you will most likely not be able to get your ideas.
What is the specific probability?
Infinity is greater than 99%.
Even the switch cannot be controlled, and it is estimated that only the natural master of the God-Surveying and Thoughts far away in the United States can try it.
All three of them just thought this was a joke.
George joked that if Vincent entered the Snake House, some old bat professor would never have a good life.
Fred's tone was a little instigated: "Go, drown their dormitory with dung eggs~"
"I will think about it carefully." Vincent's expression was very serious.
All four of them laughed at the same time.
Even Gugu was grinning in Qiu's arms, screaming.
Vincent, who has never been so relaxed, seems to have returned to his childhood in his previous life.
You can laugh out loud and talk to your friends about how to trick Slytherin College.
There is no goal, just to make yourself happy.
With the undetectable passage of time, this Hogwarts Express journey is about to arrive at its destination.
"Please put your luggage in the car, we will deliver it to the school for you-"
A voice wandered in the train.
Vincent put on his school gown and closed his suitcase, "We? Are there anyone else in this bus besides students and drivers?"
"Of course." Fred's eyes wandered around the compartment, "As a qualified domestic elf, you will never be able to detect its existence."
He also told a little interesting story about the kitchen.
More than a hundred house elves provide meals to all teachers and students in Hogwarts school.
The food that appears out of thin air on the dining table is transported from the kitchen with their unique magic.
Vincent Nana nodded, “Those who look similar to goblins?”
George pulled his ears with both hands, "The ones with pointed ears are fairies, and the ones with bat ears are house elves. This is the easiest way to distinguish them."
It’s useless to describe your skin color and appearance as someone you have never seen before.
Vincent opened the door of the compartment and took the reluctant Gugu from Qiu's hand.
This traitor is helpless.
If you can lose weight, it is really a rebellious person to say that you are rebellious.
Even when he was watched by Hermione, who was also standing in the aisle, he never let go of his rough and rubbed hands.
"First-year students, come here-"
Under the train, a giant, more than three meters tall, held a lantern with his arm that was far thicker than an adult's thigh.
He was wearing a huge mole leather coat with many pockets on it.
The long black hair and black beard were tangled together in a mess, almost completely covering the face.
The two eyes shine under the hair like black beetles, and the feet in leather boots are like two little dolphins.
"Harry, come here, how are you?"
This big guy with a childlike smile was not as scary as he looked on his face.
The twins and Qiu are waving goodbye to Vincent.
"Brother, see you in the auditorium later!"
"good!"
Vincent followed the group of freshmen.
The castle with lights lit across the distant lake is the best school in the world, Hogwarts.
The big guy first introduced himself: "I am Ruber Hager, Hogwarts' key custodian and hunting ground guard."
He stepped on a small boat by the lake with one foot, "No one can exceed four people in each boat."
The boat that had been trapped in most of the lake seemed to be inconvincing.
Hagrid looked at Harry, who was not very noticeable in the crowd, "Remember, you can't exceed four people."
After saying that, he sat down.
The boat not only sinks deeper, but also creates large ripples and splashes of water.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, without a choice to squeeze in the same boat as Hagrid.
Vincent looked at the little wizards boarding the ship, and seemed not anxious at all.
Draco and the two followers were sitting in the same boat with a girl who looked like a poodle.
The other three are enough to lower the appearance of the pure-blooded wizard.
I know the principles of setting off at such a young age, and I am definitely a tough guy when I grow up.
Shortly after Harry and Ron got on the boat, two other boys sat down.
After more than half of the little wizard boarded the boat, Vincent stepped forward and sat on the sidelined boat.
Not long after, Hermione and Neville actually arrived.
"What do you guys?"
They sat down quietly.
Either they are excluded or they don’t know how to get along with others.
"Okay, whatever you want." Vincent moved to the stern.
When another freshman wants to get on the boat, he always points to the Gugu in his arms and says it’s full.
Neville held up the lantern timidly, "Including Leffrey, we are overloaded."
"Then I'll go down?" Vincent shrugged indifferently, "Don't worry, Gugu and Laifu should not be much heavier than a person.
Also, your strap is tilted.”
Neville lowered his little head and quickly untied the strap of the school robe, "Thank you."
"You are welcome."
After some rush and trouble, he finally tied the belt.
Hermione's expression eased, "You've kept your pet too fat."
"Gugu is not my pet." Vincent tapped his fingertips to the little cutie in his arms, "It is my first friend in the magic world..."
In the story he told, the little boy who had longed for magic and the owl who delivered letters experienced many interesting things together during the holidays.
"Note!" The boat automatically sailed to the opposite shore after Hagrid's loud voice.
Neville listened with relish, and Hermione also listened to her mouth.
Both of them have changed their minds about the little boy Vincent and are no longer as cautious as before.
"The owl is so greedy, so he became fat in just one month."
"Gugu!" The angry captain Gugugu pecked the back of Vincent's hand fiercely.
"Okay, it's all my fault."
Neville was amused and laughed.
Hermione also smiled so hard that her small body shivered slightly.
"Do you think Professor McGonagall can still recognize Gugu?"
"Yes---"
"What do you think?"
“It will definitely be.”
If Vincent's father hadn't challenged Gamp, maybe Hermione wouldn't have waited one day later to visit Professor McGonagall.
"Look down!" Hagrid's loud voice rang again.
Over the cliff covered by ivy curtains, more than twenty small boats sailed into a pitch-black tunnel one after another.
"You didn't go to the sewer to find mice, did you?"
"Of course not." Vincent calmly met Hermione's skeptical gaze. "Gugu only ate clean little field mice, and is not interested in those dirty mice."
Neville shrank his neck, "Then he is not interested in toads, right?"
"Gugu——"
Vinson nodded, "It said that Laifu is slippery, and you can tell it is not delicious at first glance."
Hermione raised her chin high and obviously entered preaching mode again, "While owls are natural to catch mice, you have successfully taught a qualified Hogwarts messenger."
There is an idiom in the distant east,
The one who is close to the red is red,
Those who are close to the ink are black.
What about Vincent?
She still felt that it would not be much better.
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Chapter completed!