In the cheers that could easily cover up Slytherin's boo, Vincent first thanked politely in his scoring hat.
"I thank you for your thanks. You remind me of many pleasant memories."
It bent down the crack, like a bow.
Unfortunately, Draco, who was blushing, could not see this scene.
He is now being held high by his two followers without gentlemanly demeanor.
"History? It really breaks the history of dropping out of school the fastest!"
Such a shouting made the little lions angry.
Fred and George looked at each other in a sinister way, holding the dung egg hidden in the school robe in a sympathetic manner.
Mag from the staff table stared at them from afar.
Seeing that the auditorium was about to riots, Dumbledore, as the principal, quietly stuffed a candy into his mouth again.
Vincent put his sewing hat on his side. When he happened to see this scene, he reached out and made a small gesture of silence, and then blinked his eyes playfully.
The first step to successfully embrace your thighs is to make the other party pay attention to you.
Obviously, Vincent did it.
He had a smile on his face, and before the twins could no longer bear it, each gave them a big hug.
"Don't be impulsive, our plan is tonight."
George whispered in his ear: "See you in the communal lounge in the early morning."
"See you."
Fred's voice was very quiet, "Will we show you a big baby then."
Vincent, who was full of curiosity, left.
Amid the cheers around him, he walked calmly to the position of the freshmen.
The little snakes booed vaguely, and he ignored them as if he could not hear them.
Draco's little golden retriever is so bad.
It is impossible to make him look ugly in public.
"Congratulations, Vincent." Neville stood up excitedly.
"Thank you." The two hugged each other.
"Congratulations." Hermione's expression was cold, but her tone was fine.
Vincent seemed a little surprised.
"What?" She raised her chin slightly, "Do you think I wouldn't welcome you?"
"No." Vincent sat next to Neville.
The twins are right, and the little girls are sometimes particularly unreasonable.
The Gryffindor long table was quiet, while the Slytherin long table was particularly prominent.
Draco, who was the focus of attention, sat back obediently.
When it comes to changing their responsibilities, their Malfoy family is all good at it.
Dumbledore at the long table of the workers slowly stood up at this time,
"Welcome to you, and welcome all of you to Hogwarts to start the new school year!"
His blue eyes were seen through strange half-moon glasses, and he looked at Harry first, and then turned his eyes to Vincent.
“I want to say a few words before the banquet begins.
That is: idiot! Crying nose! Scratch! Twist!
Thank you everyone!”
After he sat down, the cheers and applause from the auditorium returned again.
However, most of the students were confused and seemed to not understand the meaning of the sentence just now.
When Vincent saw that the empty plates in front of him suddenly showed a lot of food, he picked up the tableware with a decent attitude.
"The stupid thing is the inner thoughts of Ravenclaw College in viewing outsiders-"
Hermione told Neville his guess: "It's our Gryffindor who cried..."
"Malfoy shouldn't have cried, right?" Vincent cut a small piece of pork chops that were almost filled with plates.
"Almost all Slytherin from pure blood, of course, would think that the little wizards of our Muggle family are ruins."
"You know everything?" Hermione opened her mouth in surprise, as if she could stuff the whole pork chop.
"I'm not a fool." Vincent put up the chopped pork chops,
"If Gugu hadn't sent a letter, I should have been in the fourth grade at Westminster Public School now."
"Fourth grade?" Neville also opened his mouth wide: "You mean..."
"Yes, I've skipped the grade." Vincent put a small piece of pork chop into his mouth.
Hermione, shocked, closed her dislocated chin with her hands.
At the age of 11, I jumped to the fifth grade of high school and went to the fourth grade of middle school?
It is not surprising that a top student who devotes himself to studying can do it.
But can Vincent, who is tall and strong, has various evil tricks in fighting?
Human energy is limited.
Unless it is God,
God of Study.
"Vincent Wayne..."
Hermione held her head and pondered about this name that seemed to have a little impression of before.
"90 years? No..."
She suddenly slapped the table and stood up, pointing her little finger at Vincent who was almost scared to throw her fork off.
"You are actually the number one in the National Youth Mathematics Competition in 1988!"
Vincent slowly picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, "It's me."
Hermione sat down in dismay.
Neville, who was sandwiched in the middle, didn't understand why he would become so disappointed if he won the first place in the competition.
Is this teenage mathematics competition difficult?
Vincent, who wanted to say something easy, quickly closed his mouth.
Everyone is from the same academy, and they look down and see each other. There is no need to offend him like Draco.
“Is it difficult?”
Vincent nodded seriously at Neville, "It's the kind of difficulty that almost wastes all my free time."
"I see."
However, the real situation was that he didn't even review before participating in the competition.
The best thing about being born in the empire of big foodies in the previous life is that you can undoubtedly win the Grand Slam in this life.
Vincent continued to eat.
However, he didn't know that Hermione, who picked up the tableware without saying a word, had already regarded him as her biggest competitor in her heart.
Her eyes were shiny, as if she had infinite motivation.
Even if the ghost not far away shook her head, her eyes never wavered.
"What's wrong with her?" Vincent folded his napkins after the meal.
Neville, who was eating pudding all over his mouth, was about to speak, but saw him handing him a brand new napkin.
"Thanks--
She sighed that she misunderstood you before feeling guilty."
Vincent nodded thoughtfully.
Hermione is a little stronger.
I always like to be serious with myself.
But at least it's much more pleasing than Draco.
He looked at the staff table and found that Professor Snape, who was teaching potions, had another problem with his eyes.
This hot and loving look made the person involved so hot that Harry subconsciously covered the lightning scar on his forehead with his hands.
While Vincent was getting goosebumps, he also noticed Professor Quirrelle wearing a headscarf next to Snape.
The back of his head was aimed at Harry.
If the old bat had this ability, could the little lions of Gryffindor be arrogant until now?
This is definitely a bald socket wrapped in a garlic turban. The man is doing his work!
Neville, who was learning to fold napkins, had not yet folded it neatly, and the big pudding that had only eaten a bite on the plate in front of him disappeared strangely.
Vincent was amazed and looked at the principal in the center.
He is worthy of being the largest official in the school. As long as he stands up, all students have to calm down.
"Now everyone is full and full of food and drink, I want to say a few more words to you.
At the beginning of the new semester, I want to put forward a few things to note.
First-year freshmen should pay attention to the forest area outside the school forbidden to enter."
Dumbledore's eyes swept to the well-behaved twins, "Some of our old classmates should remember this well."
"Along with that, the administrator, Mr. Felch, asked me to remind everyone not to use magic in the corridor during class.
The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in participating in the college team are required to contact Ms. Huo Qi."
"Finally, I have to tell you-"
His originally smiling eyes became serious, "Whoever does not want to die in accidents and pains, please do not enter the corridor to the right of the fourth floor."
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Chapter completed!