Vincent has half an hour left for his Charms class, and he has plenty of time.
Along with Crabbe and Goyle, Draco and the other two all got a good beating in the grove next to the field.
There was no slap in the face; the force was perfectly controlled, just enough to make the surface of the skin turn slightly red.
In less than 5 minutes, I was finally able to get food for Reeves.
Madam Pomfrey at the Hospital Wing was utterly speechless.
It hadn't even been one class period, and two more students had come back with them.
"How exactly did you get injured?"
"It's Wei—"
"We did it by accident," Draco said stubbornly.
It's too embarrassing to lose even when outnumbered three to one.
That's right, he resolutely refused to admit that he was the one who got beaten up.
As usual, add two drops to enhance the flavor and scoop out a spoonful to improve the texture.
Gryffindor Tower.
Vincent used the Time-Turner and had just returned from the Forbidden Forest.
He walked out of the boys' dormitory after taking a shower and ran into Hermione and Daphne, who were also rushing to class.
I looked at it again with suspicion, feeling that something was off.
"Daphne, are you coming to Charms class with us too?"
The two little witches seemed a little disappointed.
"No." Daphne blinked to the side.
What happened to Hermione?
His complexion wasn't very good, but there was nothing particularly unusual about it.
Vincent's lips twitched suddenly.
The hairstyles are pretty much the same, but they're clearly well-groomed.
Her face looks so soft and supple; she must have applied some moisturizer.
The school uniform I was wearing fit me perfectly, no longer feeling loose and baggy like before.
Finally, there was a refreshing orange scent, which meant I had probably switched to a different shampoo.
In just half a month, she will turn 14, which is the age when she starts to care about her appearance and start dressing up.
"It looks pretty good." Vincent nodded seriously, then walked straight towards the dormitory door.
Hermione and Daphne followed behind in silence, communicating with their eyes.
Arriving at the Charms class classroom on time, Professor Flitwick, as in previous years, stood on a stack of books at the podium.
"Harry Potter".
"Arrive!"
"Vincent Wayne!"
"Arrive!"
After taking attendance, Flitwick officially began the class.
Standard Book of Spells, Level 3: No longer limited to ordinary spells, but also including a small portion of malevolent spells.
Although they had already learned most of it, Vincent and Hermione listened attentively.
"There's a big difference between the Freeze Charm and the Full Body-Bind Curse. Does any student know why?"
The two raised their hands almost simultaneously, but Flitwick called on Hermione to answer.
"Full Body-Bind Curse can make an object stand still, but a freezing spell can even freeze the surrounding air..."
For example, if you throw an apple into the air, the Full Body-Bind Curse will stop it from spinning and make it fall, but the Freeze Spell can magically freeze the apple in mid-air.
Although no actual ice blocks appear, with the application of advanced Transfiguration, it would look as if it were frozen.
"Correct answer." Flitwick nodded with satisfaction. "Gryffindor gets 2 points."
In the first Charms class of the new school year, the erudite Little Eagle were naturally not to be outdone.
Hermione stood up to answer questions several times, and several students noticed her change.
Ron, who was next to him, and Lavender, who was behind him, noticed it, as did Michael Corner, who was on the other side of the aisle.
Even though it's a different shampoo, it still has a unique and pleasant orange scent.
A new image, a new beginning.
Hermione stole the show in Charms class, earning a total of 12 points for Gryffindor.
The slight sense of inferiority I once had is gradually disappearing, and this change is wonderful.
As soon as class ended, Lavender and Parvati pulled her aside and asked her all sorts of questions.
For example, is he sick, or has he been stimulated by something?
"Come on, I'm not as serious as you guys are making it out to be." Hermione was very impressed with her two roommates' imagination.
She had actually been very conscious of her image before.
Her hair was no longer messy, her front teeth shrank a bit from Madam Pomfrey's size, she maintained a regular lifestyle, and exercised more.
Now I'm just spending more time outside of studying, so why is everything else abnormal?
The explanation was reasonable, but Lavender insisted, "I don't believe you. You're definitely hiding something from us."
Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Why would I hide it from you guys?"
"They're afraid we'll tell anyone."
Parvati's expression turned strange. "You don't actually have someone you like, do you?"
"What?!" Lavender screamed. "You actually kept this from us—"
Hermione quickly covered her mouth.
"Ugh—ugh—" Lavender's reaction was no longer agitated, which is why she was no longer covered.
"You're blushing." Parvati looked at him suspiciously. "Could I have guessed right?"
"No!" Hermione denied it firmly.
Lavender's eyes suddenly lit up, and he lowered his voice as much as possible, "Is it Cedric?"
"I already said no." Hermione picked up her textbooks. "Don't you all dress up often? Do you all have someone you like?"
This doesn't make sense from a normal person's perspective, but if it's Hermione prioritizes studying...
"Sorry," Parvati lowered her head, "We were just being too nosy."
The top student has finally figured it out; it's definitely a good thing.
But Lavender doesn't think so.
Excellent people are often attracted to other excellent people.
Look at Hermione's friends, are any of them ordinary?
Lavender stubbornly believes that Hermione, the academic star, has not only become more intelligent, but has also taken things a step further and fallen in love.
Even if not, then there must be someone you secretly admire.
As soon as she arrived at the Great Hall, her eyes scanned the four long tables back and forth like a surveillance camera.
"Stop looking." Hermione, quite annoyed, as she forked a whole piece of fried pork chop.
"Isn't it good that I no longer value my studies? Don't think I don't know what you two call me behind my back."
Lavender awkwardly looked away. "My intuition is usually very accurate. Maybe I was wrong this time."
Miss Know-It-All- All is an old-fashioned nickname; "Little McGonagall" is the newest one.
Especially when supervising their exercise, their expressions are practically identical.
Hermione took a small bite of the fried pork chop with peace of mind.
High-calorie foods mean a lot of exercise.
Exercising is never a bad thing. Vincent has a huge appetite, but he still maintains a great physique.
To prepare for the next five classes, I need to eat well so I have the energy to arrive on time.
Seeing that she had such a good appetite, Lavender and Parvati completely believed that it wasn't about dating or anything like that.
I've seen those densely filled class schedules before; where would there be any extra time for exercise?
It's said that Vincent also took all the elective courses, but his academic genius level is clearly much higher than that of the academic whiz.
Without his demonstration during the morning Care of Magical Creatures, they really wouldn't dare to pick up insects to feed the Hippogriff.