The fat lady, who came back from a visit, was very glad that the scene from many years ago did not happen tonight.
Although they were neither talking nor laughing, the two young wizards, who were said to have "fallen out", no longer had the same tense faces as before.
"Come in, kids."
Her kind and kind smile made both Vincent and Hermione feel extremely unnatural.
"My roommates are all sleeping very hard, what about you?"
"They don't care where I go."
"You can actually - forget it, you know what I'm talking about."
"They don't like me, and I won't ask for trouble."
Vincent, who was standing in front of the boys' dormitory door, hesitated for a moment before reaching out and opening the door.
"I hope you can make real friends soon."
Hermione, who was in front of the door of the girls' dormitory, watched him walk in and opened the door with complicated eyes.
"I just don't hate you..."
She went in muttering to herself.
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After dawn, something happened in the Great Hall of Hogwarts that shocked countless eyeballs.
Today's breakfast is actually all red and yellow tomato and egg noodles.
What shocked the little lions even more was that Hermione no longer stared at Vincent like before.
What happened in the Gryffindor common room last night?
The twins who were the most curious came over after finishing their noodles and soup.
"Brother, you are the one!" George gave a thumbs up.
Vincent glanced at him and said, "I'm going to tell you some unfortunate news."
"Recruited?" Fred slapped his forehead, "We will be super doubled by the old bat..."
"No." Vincent put down his fork calmly, "Until the person who knocked Malfoy out shows up again, she will go out with us at night."
"!!!" The twins' eyes widened.
The shock of this news was comparable to Snape being expelled from school.
"Although I think even if she catches someone, she will still be able to swim at night."
The two of them looked at him eating noodles again, with countless questions wanting to pop up in their hearts.
"Okay." Fred whispered and leaned over, "Tonight, you must give an explanation to our brothers."
"An explanation? What explanation?"
George stared at him fiercely, "You abandoned us, do you know how sad this is?"
Vincent suddenly leaned back, "I'm only 11 years old, I don't understand."
"It's boring~" The twins pouted and left.
He shook his head and continued to concentrate on his meal.
"What class are you going to take next?"
"Defence Against the Dark Arts."
Neville was stunned after hearing James' answer.
He forgot to prepare the gas mask again!
Alfred took out a small bag of cotton from his school robe, "How about I share some with you?"
"Thanks."
Neville took a small dollop, then looked at Vincent next to him, "Do you want some too?"
"Thanks."
Vincent gently tapped the wand held in his left hand on the cotton ball in his hand.
A bright red mask with gold rims quickly appeared on his palm.
"Wow -" Neville looked at it, "You went to Professor McGonagall a few days ago just to learn this?"
"Roughly the same."
Vincent picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, looking at James and Alfred who were full of desire, "Do you want it too?"
"Yes!" X2
After showing off his transformation skills again, he found that all the first-grade lion cubs were looking at him longingly.
"Professor Quirrell will not be happy about this."
"I don't care if he is happy or not." Seamo said disdainfully: "The last class was a disaster."
Dean nodded in agreement, "Vincent, he is just a parallel importer. No professor would hesitate to ask a student's question."
"Okay." Vincent finally knew what Quirrell looked like in the eyes of others.
He is timid, eccentric, and even has no real ability.
After discovering that a troll was infested in the school, the professor actually fainted after reporting the news.
He is not a fool, and neither is Dumbledore.
Vincent thought about it as he changed the masks one by one, and found that he could actually use this method to reveal Quirrell's secrets faster.
If the other party really wants to show that he has a problem, he will definitely cooperate with him.
When everyone had dispersed, Hermione came to him and stretched out her little hand.
"Give me one too."
Vincent narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a while, "You will also change, right?
And if we all wear masks in class, Professor Quirrell will be angry no matter how good-tempered he is."
Hermione looked back straight, "Why did you grant their little wish if you knew it would be like this?"
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
"That's why you don't fit in."
Vincent tapped the last small ball of cotton with his wand, "You know the herd effect, right? You are the one who stands alone."
Hermione, who laughed angrily, grabbed the mask and said, "So you are the leader who specializes in doing bad things."
"I admit it's only occasionally."
Vincent was stunned after saying this.
Alfred's little cotton is still not enough for the little lions.
And the last bit is right in her hands.
Looking at his empty hands, he shrugged generously, "Did you realize that they were not enough, so you came over and asked me for them?"
Hermione shook the mask in her hand, "You have to pay for doing bad things, Mr. Wayne."
"I really don't know who has the ability to make friends with you..."
Listening to these thoughts, she seemed to be in a good mood, "If I really want to make friends, I will still have a lot of them."
"I'll wait and see." Vincent took out two napkins, thought about it and crumpled them into a ball.
"You're really cautious."
He heard what this taunt was implying.
Masks are originally made of cotton.
Using tissue paper to transform in front of everyone, all fools knew who was playing tricks on Draco.
"No, how do you know!" He suddenly stood up excitedly, "Malfoy never said anything -"
Seeing a cunning flash in those big brown eyes, he knew that he had been tricked by the other party.
"It turns out to be Transfiguration..." Hermione nodded thoughtfully.
Vincent, who was slumped in his chair, looked at the blue sky and white clouds on the ceiling of the auditorium.
Just by accident, I fell into the trap of this little witch.
Or twice!
"Hey, I won't tell anyone else."
"I'm not afraid of this."
Hermione knew why he was so depressed.
It feels really uncomfortable to have your IQ crushed.
She has experienced this since the first day of school.
Just when she was about to say something, Vincent suddenly stood up with a smile.
It's just a matter of changing the limit, and it's not a loss overall.
What he really wanted to keep secret was why he wanted to reveal Quirrell's true face.
It's just a high-end soap, so it doesn't matter even if it is known.
"where you go?"
"Looking for cotton."
Hermione always felt that he was a little too optimistic.
If it were her, she would definitely not look good.
"Herding effect..."
She looked at the broad figure walking out of the auditorium and whispered something in her mouth.