This Hogwarts is not normal

Hogwarts Castle, with its strong medieval architectural style, was designed by Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the greatest wizards of the time.

The 140 and two staircases in the castle, which appear and disappear from time to time, are also ever-changing, all driven by powerful magic.

Even a simple portrait is a magic item that greatly retains its personality during life.

"The entire Hogwarts castle is a completely magical castle."

Percy, who was standing in front of the end of the corridor on the eighth floor, had already talked eloquently to the freshmen for a full 10 minutes.

"Is he annoying?" George, who came out of nowhere, patted Vincent on the shoulder, "He is more verbose than the fat lady in the painting."

"Er—isn't she the gatekeeper of our dormitory?"

Fred approached Vincent quietly, and suddenly jumped up and lay on his back.

"Dude, why didn't you respond?"

Vincent pointed to George with a smirk on his face, "One of the benefits of having a good heart."

"George, I hate that we're twins!"

"Me too, Fred."

The hippie-faced twins shoved Percy away.

"Dear brother, we are sleepy~"

Standing in front of the fat lady's portrait, they smiled and said the password: "Dragon slag!"

"Hey!" Percy was annoyed at the freshmen's gaffe.

As the prefect of Gryffindor, how could he allow someone to disturb his science.

Look at the students in the school who are full of ignorance, even if they are real brothers.

"Fred! George!"

Percy slipped through the big hole behind the portrait of the Fat Lady. "I promise I'll write to Mom!"

"Dragon slag." Vincent repeated the password before entering.

"Son, you can go in."

The fat lady in the portrait glared at Neville who was following behind him, "Password."

Neville's lips trembled, feeling a little unnecessary, "Dragon Slag."

Only then did the fat lady shift her gaze to the next one.

"Dragon slag." Harry entered.

"Dragon slag." Ron also went in.

The last of the first years to go in was Hermione.

Although she came here the first time, she obviously doesn't want to get too close to Vincent now.

Social bullshit?

For such a terrible disease, let the thug get sick by himself.

It's just that as soon as she entered the circular common room, she saw that the man's condition was getting worse.

"Percy, they're your own brothers—"

Vincent stopped Percy, who was holding a wooden cup, "Fred and George were just joking."

"No, Wayne." Percy glared fiercely at the twins who were making faces on the opposite side, "I know their characters too well, they have been doing this kind of prank since they were young.

At one point, they also wanted to give Ginny a broomstick.

Merlin, she was only five years old at that time! "

"Well, I actually think they can still be saved." Vincent said so, but moved his feet to the side.

"Master Prefect, I will support you mentally."

Percy smiled wryly and put down the cup he was holding, "Forget it, Mom will teach them a lesson instead of me."

"Slightly, slightly~" Fred and George, who flicked their tongues, walked towards the door on the side of the lounge.

Behind this door is the spiral staircase leading to the boys' dormitory.

Vincent chatted with Percy and walked over.

"I thought you'd be hard to talk to, Wayne."

"Understand, it's all the Daily Prophet's fault."

"So your family can really get a fighter jet? My dad has always wanted to dismantle one to see."

"It shouldn't be a big problem."

Vincent recalled his old father's confident expression at that time, but he didn't dare to speak too thoroughly, "The main reason is that the prices are high, and they are all very old antiques."

"It must be much more expensive than a car, right?" Percy shuddered suddenly. "My dad modified a car to fly, and almost emptied our family's coffers."

Flying cars, that's a baby.

"Did it come about with the Levitation Charm?"

"Similar, but it doesn't need refueling."

Vincent stopped in front of his bedroom with a smile, "I really want to sit and watch."

"There's a chance." Percy turned and left.

After this pleasant and interesting conversation, both parties have greatly changed their impressions of each other.

Vincent is very talkative and can take on almost any topic.

Percy was not the unkind kind of person either.

He's just a little conservative, and often deliberately makes himself appear to be a decent person.

This kind of temperament is very similar to the monitors in his previous life.

Vincent, who thought he could handle it, found his suitcase on the bed after entering the room.

He first silently praised the house elves at Hogwarts, and then dug out his own set of pajamas printed with blue fat men.

Take a shower and sleep?

impossible.

In the early hours of this evening, he was about to start a great operation.

Before that, you have to recharge your batteries.

"Vincent, you went to take a shower so soon?" Neville outside the dormitory was quite surprised.

"There's Transfiguration class tomorrow morning."

"Wait for me—" He who was in the same dormitory quickly ran in to get a set of pajamas.

"We're still roommates..."

"Isn't that bad?"

Vincent smiled, and walked to the shower with Neville.

"Have you brought soap?"

"No, but I brought shower gel."

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Behind another door to the Gryffindor common room is a spiral staircase leading to the girls' dormitories.

It is enchanted, and as soon as any boy enters, the stairs will turn into smooth stone slides.

But on the other hand, girls can easily enter the boys' dormitory.

Some courageous senior girls often go on dates in their boyfriend's dormitory.

Hermione, who was reviewing tomorrow's lesson in the dormitory, gave each of the other three roommates a pair of blank eyes.

Little girls should study hard, always talk about these things but don't see them dare to confess directly.

"Vincent has a good figure, I think he will be full of muscles if he takes off his clothes~"

"He must be very good at sports, right?"

"Absolutely, I think he should be a Quidditch Chaser."

Lavender, who is a little baby fat, has a different opinion: "He is too tall, holding hands and others think he is taking a child."

The elder of the Patil twins, from India, nods in earnest agreement.

"The child is too much, take your sister."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The two little girls sitting by the bed began to fight.

Hermione, who witnessed this scene, had already taken out the cotton from the dentist's care box and stuffed it into her ear.

With this time, why not work hard to review your homework and try to get more points for Gryffindor College in tomorrow's herbal medicine class.

"Ah—" Vincent in the shower suddenly sneezed loudly.

He turned off the tap and wiped his hair with a towel.

"Ah huh—"

He, who had hardly been sick in his life, muttered to put on his pajamas.

"The little golden retriever must be talking bad about me..."

How about stepping on some tonight and preparing a bigger one in a few days?

Vincent, who was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep anyway, finally waited for the early morning.

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