Cornish elves are very naughty and much smarter than the goblins outside the Burrow.
After being struck twice by Vincent's alder wand, none of them dared come near him again.
But it's different elsewhere.
Fortunately, Hermione was proficient in using various spells to drive her away.
Draco was unlucky.
The elf not only grabbed his school robe, but also messed up his carefully styled hair.
Crabbe and Goyle wanted to help, but unfortunately their little hands were tightly clenched and refused to let go.
"Idiot! Don't pull too hard!"
In addition, some of them broke through the windows and slipped directly out into the corridor.
Filch will be very angry.
Ink was splashed all over the classroom, books and papers were torn into pieces, wallpaper was scratched into pieces, the waste bin was overturned, and schoolbags and textbooks were thrown out of the broken window one by one.
Most of the students hid under their desks.
Vincent, who was sitting still, was very unhappy.
Because they didn't throw away their textbooks.
"Come on, drive them back!" Lockhart shouted: "They are just little elves——"
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He rolled up his sleeves and waved his wand widely, "Peschipixipestenomi!"
It had no effect, and some elves even jumped over.
The moment the valuable cherry wood wand was snatched away, Lockhart bent down and hid under the podium.
Vincent looked up at a few people shaking the crystal chandeliers.
If this thing falls, the whole class will suffer.
"Hurry up and gather together——"
The alder wand pointed upward, and then swept around in a circle.
The naughty elves seemed to be being pulled and flew backwards towards the big cage that originally contained them.
"Shet!" Draco was grabbed and his school robe and hair were torn off.
The shaky crystal chandelier was put back together, and the broken window was restored to its original state.
But Vincent did not restore the torn off wallpaper and scraps of paper.
It's not that he can't, it's just that he doesn't want to see that big face.
Lockhart poked his head out of the podium, "Wow - it turns out my spell is delayed."
"The wand is flying -" Vincent caught the cherry wood wand with his right hand, "Yes, Professor."
All the students' eyes were on him.
Although it was very confusing just now, many people saw him casting the spell.
The magic wand is gone, what kind of spell can be delayed like this?
Lockhart took the wand without embarrassment and said, "Well, I was actually just testing your reaction in the face of emergencies."
He put the black cloth back on the cage, "Vincent performed very well. He successfully resolved this crisis without panic."
Vincent instantly felt offended.
Why did the “crisis” arise?
It's not Lockhart who is so arrogant on the podium.
"Everyone should learn from him, even though his ability is still slightly lower than mine."
The students almost rolled their eyes.
The same goes for the more "stubborn" Lavender.
She was sitting behind Vincent and was one of the people who was not persecuted by the elves.
This is something that even the idol filter doesn't work with. No matter how reasonable the explanation is, it doesn't hold water.
Lockhart stood quite awkwardly, but fortunately the bell rang suddenly to save him.
"I won't leave any homework, everyone should go back." As soon as he finished speaking, he left the classroom as if running away.
"No need to thank me." Vincent looked at Draco, then stood up and left.
He didn't even touch the signed collector's edition.
Hermione pulled out her timetable, hesitated and tore it into pieces.
Her empty little face seemed to indicate that something else had been torn into pieces.
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…
Court of Owls Club Room.
"That would be a disaster!"
Ron was complaining to his twin brother, "I thought he was just a showman, but I didn't expect him to be made of paper."
"George, when are we going to have Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons?"
"I don't know, we all have to skip class anyway."
"good idea!"
With evil smiles on their faces, Fred and George went to spread the news to the students in the club.
Vincent, who was sitting quietly in the corner, held a notebook in his left hand and continued to lift a barbell up and down with his right hand.
Neville, who was sitting next to him playing cards, suddenly stood up and said, "Oops! I left my textbook in the classroom!"
James, who was reading comics, poked his little head out and said, "To be honest, those shabby books are disgusting to me even if I use them to wipe my butt."
"At least it's not as disgusting as yours." Alfred threw the cards on the table, "Can you stop getting on my side intentionally or unintentionally?"
"Aren't you curious?" James turned the comic over mysteriously.
Alfred quickly closed his eyes, "Ah - go away quickly -"
Vincent glanced at it accidentally and quickly returned his attention to the notebook.
It’s simply unsightly!
Isn't it just a notebook? Who are you looking down on by coding?
Neville pretended not to see them, "Actually, it's good not to bring them, so I can have one less thing to remember."
Vincent closed the notebook and stretched, "If your grandma knew about it, she would definitely send you a roaring letter."
"Ah, this -" Neville shook for a moment, then frowned, "Come on, come on, I don't care about other people's opinions anyway."
Alfred opened the comic book covering his face and said, "You are so powerful now. At least you are on the same level as Lao Zhan."
James behind him stared at him with disdain, "What do you know? I'm trying to find a way for you."
"Thank you, I appreciate your kindness."
Vincent shook his head helplessly and put the barbell upright on the table, "Would you like to exercise?"
"Please, this is the first day of school!"
"Okay." When he turned to face the ring, he accidentally spotted Luna sitting near the door.
She was sitting with Ginny, looking through the Gwent cards in her hands one by one.
Regardless of the purpose, having new students join the club is enough to prove its popularity.
It's a pity that there are still no Slytherin students.
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…
After the twins' publicity, in just half a day, all the teachers and students in the school knew that Lockhart had caused a disaster.
Not long after the astronomy class ended, six little figures gathered in the kitchen.
"So you already knew?"
"I've been speculating all this time, but I'm convinced today."
Hermione remembered some small details from before, "You are right, I hate who I used to be now."
Vincent comforted her, "It's good that you're not deceiving yourself. After all, he does pretend to be the same."
"Dumbledore must be crazy." Rolf looked at the spread Marauder's Map, "Even if you can't find a suitable professor, you don't have to choose such a person, right?"
"Actually, Mr. Scamander is this year's professor."
"My grandfather?"
"Yes." Vincent told the details of Dumbledore's trick on Newt.
As his own grandson, Luofu really didn't know about this.
"Mr. Scamander probably wanted it to be a surprise. He's not the kind of person who likes to show off everywhere."
"Alas - grandpa still doesn't dare to make grandma angry.
If he had persisted, we wouldn't have had to deal with Lockhart for a whole year."
Hermione's little head drooped lower and lower.
Every comment about Lockhart pierced her heart like a sharp knife.
People should not be judged by their appearance,
What you can see is often what others want you to see.