Those who understand will naturally understand, those who pretend to understand may understand in the future, and those who do not understand will never understand.
After the whole class, very few students could successfully cast the driving spell.
Duoji walked out of the classroom with an expectant smile.
He believes that this class will definitely change a lot.
"Hmph - you're just lucky, Wayne!"
Draco walked past Vincent's desk.
"Malfoy, do you think I will challenge unfamiliar territory?"
If you mispronounce one syllable of the floating spell, it will turn into a cow-calling spell, but in a sense, it is actually a kind of exploration.
Being sure is one thing, but more important is courage.
Vincent stood up without even looking over.
He walked out of the classroom and turned around as if he remembered something.
Stretching out his left hand, he grasped the alder wand that flew from the drawer.
Draco instantly turned into a clown.
There is no need to recite spells or spells, you can just reach out and get your wand back.
Judging from the mana level alone, Vincent is at least in the sixth grade.
"Old Vin's luck has always been good." James walked past Draco mockingly,
"He's not like some fools who insist on attacking even though they know they can't beat him."
Alfred glanced at it as he passed by.
He was so angry that he was shaking all over and looked like he was going to faint at any moment.
"Lao Zhan, don't say it. This is actually a sign of courage."
He suddenly turned around and smiled, "I'm just a little stupid, but I never get a lesson."
Neville laughed like a pig.
One by one, the little lions were all laughing.
The familiar feeling is back.
Draco clenched his fists and ran out of the classroom.
Crabbe and Goyle immediately pushed through the crowd and hurriedly chased after them.
Blaise was also angry, but mostly felt embarrassed.
Pansy, who was going back to take revenge, saw Daphne and Hermione walking out of the classroom together, and the expression on her face became even more ferocious.
Go ahead and laugh!
Morning and night I cry!
Vincent returned to the activity room and didn't know what happened next.
Until I heard the hearty laughter of the little lions.
Okay, the bonus is going to be increased again.
As expected, Wizard Cards announced big news on Saturday.
200,000 gold galleons is more than enough to hold a national competition.
"Brother, are you going out again?"
"I'll probably have to go out once a week from now on."
Fred and George covered their hearts and said in grief: "No, you can't be so heartless!"
Vincent habitually squeezed their big faces away with his hands, "I have to learn a little escape magic, the kind you can't learn in school."
The twins grasped his hand and shook it in tacit understanding.
"Don't abandon us~"
"Ahem - the same goes for you looking for Luo Fu."
Apparition is a magic learned by sixth and seventh grade students. If it was just a simple learning, Vincent would not need to go to Sam.
The key is to cross continents.
"It's boring~" Seeing his firm attitude, Fred and George gave up their plan to follow him.
Convenience is convenient, but even if you learn it, you can't use it in school.
Go through the secret passage and quietly emerge from Honeydukes' cellar.
The snow in Hogsmeade has melted, and walking around in a black cloak is really conspicuous.
Fortunately, where he wanted to go was not far, just outside the Three Broomsticks pub.
Vincent arrived on time, but he didn't even see Sam's shadow.
Walking into a bar with few customers in a good mood, he immediately spotted this drunk man.
The shop owner, Ms. Rosmerta, was sitting next to her. Although she looked to be at least 40 years old, her appearance and figure were still charming.
She gently pulled Sam up so that he could lean on the chair while lying on the table.
Vincent thought of a lot at this moment.
"Ahem—ma'am, he is my friend."
Rosmerta looked at it suspiciously.
He is tall and thin, has a deep voice, and is wearing a black cloak. It's hard to see what he looks like.
Vincent took out a bottle of green hangover potion, "This is the potion I prepared. He will wake up soon."
He roughly opened Sam's big mouth and drank the entire bottle.
"Mr. Chavez has been here since morning." Rosmerta looked away with some distress.
"He drank almost a gallon of redcurrant rum. I've never seen anyone drink that much."
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Vincent looked towards the wooden tankard on the table.
There is also a little bit of red wine, I'm afraid it will be enough for 1 gallon.
It’s about 4.5 liters, and you can drink rum as beer.
Sam suddenly burped and seemed to be about to wake up.
"He must be giving you a headache, right?"
"It's okay." Ms. Rosmerta chuckled: "Mr. Chavez is very interesting. I like the stories he tells very much."
Even if you say your name, you can still tell stories after drinking some wine?
Vincent swore that if this man went in again, he would not pay the bail even if he was beaten to death.
"Well -" Sam looked up and seemed very uncomfortable.
Rosmerta clapped his hands, and a wooden barrel flew over from the bar.
She straightened Sam's head and said, "This—sir? Can you help me?"
"Of course it's no problem." Vincent held back his nausea, held his shoulder steady with one hand, and then poked his big belly with his elbow.
"Ugh-" Sam vomited in a spluttering voice.
The undigested breakfast mixed with rum, this indescribable smell directly penetrates the soul.
All the customers who came to have a drink in broad daylight covered their mouths and ran out of the bar.
Vincent, with a stiff face, regretted it.
If he had known that something like this would happen, he would have arranged to go somewhere else.
No, from the moment you step into the bar, you should turn around and go back to the castle.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he slapped Sam directly.
"Sir?" Ms. Rosmerta was frightened.
"Chavez hasn't paid the bill yet, has he?"
"Uh-yeah."
"Pa" is another big mouth.
"Ma'am, I'm waking him up."
Her eyelids twitched.
They are more like enemies than friends.
Mimi Huhu opened her eyes in pain and seemed to have no intention of stopping.
The first time Sam came to his senses, he felt his face hurt and hot.
He tried to struggle, but he was exhausted.
"There's nothing wrong with my potion. It's probably because he was too drunk."
Vincent slapped him twice more, and then pushed him to the chair with some hesitation.
It's so red that Bradley will be very happy to see it.
"ass——"
"Pa" is another big mouth.
Sam, who didn't curse, glared angrily at the cloaked man in front of him.
He has no grudges, so why slap him so many times?
"Ma'am, how much does the drink cost?"
"A total of 1 Galleons and 13 Sickles."
Vincent took the change and said, "I'm really sorry for today. I promise he will never do this again in the future."
"It's okay." Rosmerta picked up a hot towel and said
"Mr. Chavez, it will be much better if you apply this on your face."
As she put a hot towel on him, Sam suddenly remembered something.
The only ones who knew he had gone to England were the Wayne family, and the only one who asked him to come here today was Vincent.
"Wayne!?"
"Pah, pah, pah—"
With the hot towel on my shoulder, it really didn't hurt as much as before.