Regarding that corridor, Vincent remembers that there was a room where Lemay's Philosopher's Stone was hidden.
Its magical features are enough to make the bald socket man with physical destruction take risks.
Poor Professor Quirrell was afraid that it had not been promised several pieces of land in the magic world, but was waiting for the Dark King to recover his body and return.
As the rumblings of the auditorium were about to grow, Dumbledore's face was once again full of smiles.
"Before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!"
The teachers at the staff table all smiled stiffly.
Especially Professor Snape, who was smiling but not smiling, and his lips were still shaking.
Judging from this kind of workplace performance, Vincent is very suspicious that he came in through the back door of Draco's school manager's father, who was not very tightly closed.
But as long as you hold the principal's thigh, the back door will be blocked tightly.
Dumbledore waved his wand and let the long golden ribbons flutter over the table of the fourth dean.
Vincent had already thought of the preliminary plan at this time.
The success rate of good students will undoubtedly be the highest, so the Academy Cup in the next seven years will only belong to Gryffindor.
"Everyone chooses the tune they like." Dumbledore smiled and raised his wand, "Prepare-sing!"
All teachers and students sang according to the lyrics on the golden ribbon.
“Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts
Please teach us knowledge,
Whether we are old people with bald heads or children with knee injuries,
Our minds can accept something interesting.
Because now our brains are empty, full of air, dead flies and trivial things,
Teach us some valuable knowledge,
Return what we have forgotten to us,
You just need to do your best and leave the rest to ourselves,
We will study hard until it turns into dust.”
Vincent was almost influenced by the twins' "Funeral March" accent.
He was competing with the two of them in line with the theme tune of "Doraemon" in his childhood.
"It's a blue fat man!" The learned Hermione didn't continue singing after singing the first time.
"Fat Blue?" Neville shook with her shoulders.
He could understand that the twins were so funny, but Vincent's performance was still above the two.
With a playful tone with a little childish voice, a few lyrics make the only two left off.
Dumbledore even used his wand to direct the last few bars for them.
When the three of them finished singing, his applause was still the loudest.
"Music..." He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "It's so touching. It's more charming than everything we do here!"
After his emotions calmed down, Dumbledore smiled again, "It's bedtime now, everyone should go back to the dormitory."
Vincent followed Percy silently and the freshmen, but in his heart he overturned all the plans he had just made.
The interesting preface to "Where Are Fantastic Beasts" was written by Dumbledore for student Newt Scamander.
Even if the student was forced to drop out of school, he did not hide his appreciation for it.
This kind of outsider seems crazy but actually has a little casual personality. The difficulty of strategy may be much easier than that of McGonagall.
After walking out of the auditorium and climbing the marble stairs, Neville always wanted to say something to Vincent next to him.
"Do you think I was affected by Fred and George?"
"No." Neville, who was discovered, was embarrassed to deny, "I just think you seem a little weird."
Vinson agreed, "It seems that my old problem has been dealt with again."
"Sick?" Navigh looked worried, "Are they the terminal illnesses in the Muggle world?"
“In a sense, it’s indeed a terminal illness.”
Hermione in front quietly pricked her ears.
Vincent shook his head sadly, "Oh--it has bothered me for many years, and it always gets sick for no reason."
"What is it?" Neville reached out and patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, Muggle's terminal illness is nothing to the wizard's eyes."
Vincent lowered his little head in an extremely exaggerated manner, his eyes full of loneliness and reluctance, "This is probably a terminal illness that cannot be cured by magic."
Hermione couldn't help but turn around and said, "You have to believe in magic."
Vincent looked up and looked at her, "Have you ever tried to be afraid of life, not afraid of others' eyes, not worried about being ridiculed, and at any time?"
"Yes." She came to the other side of him with a sympathy, "I do this every time I wait for the exam."
"Then you must have the same terminal illness as me."
Seeing her frown, Vincent sighed helplessly: "This disease has no cure, and I'm afraid even Professor Dumbledore can't solve it."
“So what the hell is it?”
Hermione and Neville were extremely curious.
“Social awesome.”
Before the little leather shoes fell down, Vincent took a quick step forward.
"Dong..."
Neville's eyes widened.
Vincent noticed that the person in front of him suddenly stopped and pointed at the big bundle of canes floating in the air as if nothing had happened.
"Look!"
Percy, who led the way, had a bad expression, "It's a Pipi ghost!"
He whispered to the freshmen, "This is a ghost who likes to play tricks and specializes in pranking students."
The cane suddenly flew down, and he raised his voice slightly: "Pipi Ghost, show your appearance!"
"Puff--"
After the loud and harsh sound of a balloon, Percy's extremely calm words: "Do you want me to find Barrow, a blood man?"
With a "puff", a dwarf suddenly appeared in the air.
He had a pair of evil eyes, and he opened his mouth and held the bundle of walking firmly with his hands, sitting cross-legged in the air floating.
"Ho ho--" Pipi Ghost smiled, "It turns out that he is an annoying first-grade kid! It's so fun!"
Facing the Pipi ghost who suddenly rushed forward, the freshmen were so scared that they began to retreat.
"Go away, Pipi!" Percy shouted: "I'm not kidding, I'll tell Bloodman Barrow!"
Pipi Ghost stuck out his tongue and disappeared over Vincent's head.
The cane that did not disappear with him smashed it to the three of them.
"Yugadi..."
Hermione had just pulled out her wand and chanted the spell, and Vincent next to her had already knocked them away with his hard alder wand.
"Beautiful, Wayne!" Percy casts an admiring look.
Vincent bowed a little, "This is what I should do."
After Hermione embarrassingly took back her wand, Percy nodded with relief.
"How is it? Are you sick too?"
"Yes, yes, you're right!"
Vincent shrugged at Neville, "Look, she is as helpless as me."
Hermione lifted her leather shoes, "Thanks Dr. Wayne for your evaluation."
After another "bang" sound, she turned around and ran to the end of the corridor on the eighth floor with the freshmen.
New students don’t know whether social awesomeness is awesome or not.
But Vincent, who just entered the school, is indeed quite awesome.
Just using a magic wand to swish, it is not something that ordinary people can do.
"Have you ever learned fighting?" Harry leaned over to him.
"I learned from my dad, he is a retired SAS unit."
"Wow, can I learn this from you?"
Vincent was watched by Harry's big eyes and nodded without hesitation to agree.
"Of course, you'll really like the process."
“Can we do that too?”
Neville and Ron both want to join in.
"sure."
Vincent is very honored to be a coach for his classmates.
He didn't know how Harry would defeat the bald socket man in the future.
But now he was sure that Harry, who had learned to fight, would probably start by sweeping his legs and grabbing his feet, and then pressing his socket-like nose to the ground and filling it with soil.
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Chapter completed!