On Hogwarts and Sundays, all students do not have to attend classes.
Students in the third grade and above can even visit the Hogsmeade wizarding village outside the school, after obtaining their guardian's signed approval.
First and second graders should just stay at school.
"Hmm—are you sure this mirror can be removed?"
Vincent, in the Third Floor Corridor, reached out and lightly poked the large mirror in front of him.
"We found this place without a map."
Fred and George, both dressed in casual clothes, shrugged.
"Okay, you guys are in charge of installing it."
Vincent rolled up the sleeves of his black coat and spread his arms to rest on either side of the mirror.
Without much effort, a passage wide enough for two people came into view.
"Fred, why don't we go through the front door?"
"That's right, we could have gone out openly and honestly!"
One of the twins picked up a mirror and watched Vincent walk quickly into the passageway.
"George, why don't we go through the secret passage behind the statue of that Gregory the Smarmy?"
"Yes! The secret passage of the hunchbacked, One-Eyed Witch's statue would also work."
"Can you hurry up?" Vincent's voice came from the corridor.
The twins walked in and steadily hung up the mirror.
The passageway was spacious, and Vincent, aided by his wand's Wand-Lighting Charm, felt there was more than enough room to host a small party.
"Dude, when did you learn this spell?"
"Yesterday."
"Well, ever since your magic went berserk, you've been learning spells really fast."
The twins felt that Vincent used to be a hard-working genius, but now he was completely gifted.
The Disillusionment Charm that neither of them dared to cast on him had already covered his entire arm.
This was only for one night.
"I don't know why either, maybe it's because of the increase in magical power." Vincent was walking at the front, shrugged.
"I'm envious!"
"I'm jealous!"
Fred and George both ran over menacingly.
"Hey, you guys are actually serious?"
"Don't run away, you have to take responsibility for us!"
"What responsibility?"
Let's vent!
Vincent turned and ran forward.
In terms of physical ability, perhaps only Hagrid in this school can beat him.
After the panting twins ran out of the passage, they discovered that the man was so bored that he was practicing the Disillusionment Charm.
"Dude, you should hide your face."
"Put on another set of armor, then they'll be able to see the headless horseman alive!"
Vincent ignored the two of them.
After dispelling the Disillusionment Charm on his right hand, he took a mask out of his pocket and put it on.
"Hey, blondie!" George put his arm around his shoulder. "Who are you? Why are you hiding like that?"
Get your filthy hands off me!
Vincent shrugged roughly. "Open your eyes wide! I am Draco Malfoy!"
"Pfft—hahaha..."
If you ignore the height, his eyes do look quite similar.
"Why don't you just drink the Polyjuice Potion next time and dress up as Malfoy to cause trouble?"
"Slytherin will definitely lose a lot of points this way."
"We'll see."
The three of them walked along a narrow path and soon came to see Hogsmeade, the only wizarding village in all of Britain.
"It's like going back to the Middle Ages!"
This was Vincent's first thought.
Beautiful scenery like something out of a fairy tale.
Tall trees planted not sparsely.
A series of houses built entirely of wood.
Although it lacks the grandeur of Hogwarts Castle, the cozy atmosphere here makes people feel exceptionally comfortable.
How is it here?
The twins were suddenly filled with a sense of pride.
"Fantastic!" Vincent gave a thumbs up.
Even though his expression wasn't visible due to the mask, his praise for Hogsmeade was genuine.
The secluded paradise, far from the air pollution of big cities, truly broadened the horizons of this time traveler.
"Honeydukes? What do they sell here?"
"All sorts of novel and interesting candies."
"Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop —I see, this is a place for couples to go on dates!"
Wow, you guessed right!
George's eyes held a hint of mockery. "Which girl is our President Wayne going on a date with?"
"It's definitely Qiu!" Fred leaned closer. "She always stares at him every now and then when she comes to the Great Hall!"
"She's watching Gu Gu." Vincent rolled his eyes at them. "That little traitor goes to see her all the time."
"Oh, that's so sad~" George patted his shoulder to comfort him, "It's okay, there are a lot of girls in our college who like you."
"Well said!" Fred exclaimed indignantly. "Why give up the whole forest for a mere sapling!"
Vincent was amused by them. "Come on, I'm only 11 years old."
"Yes." The twins habitually ignored his age.
"Weren't you going to the joke shop?"
"Yes, this way."
The two tour guides almost forgot the purpose of their trip.
They never missed a new product launch every week.
This little red shop is frequented not only by pranksters, but also by many students.
"Zonko's Joke Shop..."
Vincent suddenly turned his head, staring intently at the twins. "You guys think this place is very profitable?"
"Of course." George raised his chin high. "Now you should know our dream, right?"
"Hmm—" Vincent looked at the bustling little shop in front of him, "Can I have one too?"
"Great, we've even thought of a name."
The three of them entered the store.
"Could it be Fred and George's joke shop?"
"How is that possible!" Fred held up the new Frog Spawn Soap of the week. "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes."
"Vin— Draco, what do you think?"
"Pretty good." Vincent pulled his mask up a little.
"Frog Spawn Soap can turn bath bubbles into frog eggs..."
After reading the brief instructions, Fred put it back in its place with a disappointed look on his face.
None of the three people who left the joke shop had any interest in continuing to browse.
"Aren't bubbles good enough? Why turn into frog eggs?"
"I guess they wanted to surprise people."
"Wouldn't it be even more surprising to dye your skin green?"
Sensing the two gazes, Vincent offered another suggestion, "How about creating a lot of smoke while taking a shower?"
"A brilliant idea!"
Fred and George exchanged a glance, then both ran back into the store with excited expressions.
When they returned, each of them was carrying several bottles of medicine of unknown purpose.
"Dude, what if we made these soaps and put them in the shower..."
Vincent nodded knowingly. "Add some chili to the smoke?"
"Add some more dye?"
"Make the exterior look more upscale?"
This effect is probably even greater than the power of Dungbombs.
George smiled and looked at the bottles and jars in his arms. "Perfect, you still have one debt to settle."
"Isn't that a bit too ostentatious?" Vincent pointed to the location of the castle.
"Oh, Draco!"
Fred chased after him, his voice trailing off in a strange tone, "Your delicate body can't be overworked~"
He half-knelt down in front of Vincent, "Come, let me, in my humble state, carry you back."