Night Prowls and Midnight Snacks Weren't Tempting?
The reason Vincent and Flitwick didn't mention the Three Unforgivable Curses was entirely because of Harry.
When he was still an infant, both his father and mother were killed by the second Dark Lord.
The spell used was Killing Curse that could instantly take a person's life.
Harry became the Chosen One because he not only dodged the Killing Curse, but also reflected it back at the person who cast it.
The lightning bolt scar on his forehead is proof of all this.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Vincent approached him after class. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring this up."
Harry smiled and shook his head. "It's alright, Vincent."
I knew before school started that my parents died because of the You-Know-Who's Killing Curse, and besides, you even gave us two extra points!
"I must be honest with you..."
"No need." Harry quickly helped him up. "I will definitely encounter this kind of time in the future, and now is a good time for me to get used to it."
This optimistic answer made Vincent suddenly understand why the other person was the bald guy who plugged in the socket his lifelong enemy.
The Death Eaters' idea of purging wizards' bloodlines and eliminating all Muggle is naturally at odds with Harry's.
He is indeed a wizard, but he grew up in Muggle family.
They were all family, bound by blood. Perhaps the reason his aunt treated him badly was because she envied and was jealous of his sister who could learn magic.
"Harry, I'll be more careful next time."
Hermione and Draco, who "accidentally" overheard the conversation, both experienced varying degrees of emotional turmoil.
One of them looked at Vincent with much gentler eyes, while the other became even more resentful and disgusted.
Gryffindor Common Room.
After lunch, the members of the Owl Club warmed up and practiced Vincent's fighting moves.
"Don't find it boring; this is the only way to make your body remember it."
Even a simple punch requires the muscle strength of the hands, waist, abdomen, and legs.
Once the body has completely memorized "it", it will form a conditioned reflex.
By the time Fred and George came over after class, the first-year students had just finished.
"Dude, couldn't you have waited for us?"
"Um, it seems like only you two and Percy are upperclassmen."
Vincent his excellent memory, recalled the scene when he applied for the job.
"Anyone interested in joining the Owl Club?"
As soon as Vice President Percy spoke, the upperclassmen all went back to their respective dormitories.
His popularity is truly unmatched.
"Me." Hermione was the first to write her name down.
Then came the three roommates.
Next up were Harry and Ron.
Therefore, apart from the three red-haired seniors, all the veterans of the Owl Club are first-year Little Lions.
In this situation, Vincent could only follow the methods his father had taught him when he was a child.
In six or seven years, he was confident that he could teach them all to become like him now.
"Can't you just separate?".
"Your and Percy's class times conflict with ours."
"Night?"
"No, I have to practice those two spells."
The twins racked their brains and eventually discovered that the key to the problem lay with the club members.
There are many first-graders, so we can only teach them the basics.
What if there are more students in higher grades?
"Dude, we'll get more people to join the Gu Gu Club."
"It's the Owl Court Club!"
"Okay~"
Vincent watched their retreating figures, sensing that things were probably not going to be that simple.
Gryffindor students all share a common trait.
To put it nicely, it's courage; to put it bluntly, it's impulsiveness.
If only those who are enthusiastic for a short time join, it will greatly dampen the enthusiasm of those responsible for teaching.
This unease soon came true.
"Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson, Lee Jordan..."
The twins actually managed to bring together all the third-year students from Gryffindor!
Vincent carefully folded the list at the Gryffindor table and handed it to Percy after the meal.
As long as the club's application wasn't officially approved, he would only teach the first-grade students every day!
Is it that nighttime tours aren't exciting enough, or that the midnight House-elf aren't tasty enough?
Upper-grade students? Sorry, I have limited energy.
Before his Astronomy, the twins came to see him.
The gist is that it involves running a private tour during nighttime outings.
"Since you're so sincere, I'll agree."
Vincent walked out of the common room with a smile, clutching the Marauder's Map.
Wouldn't it be great to have map usage rights from Monday to Wednesday every week?
It's delicious, and we made a fortune!
His excited ascent into the castle's highest tower was seen by Hermione as a harbinger of evil.
When Professor Sinistra arrived at the Astronomy Tower, she had already decided to resume surveillance and was determined to catch the thugs in the act.
"Astronomy mainly focuses on learning the names of stars and how planets move..."
Sinistra is a witch who graduated from Uagadou, Africa's only magic school.
Although she was very talkative and her lectures were very interesting, Vincent lost interest after answering two questions.
In Astronomy, Muggle are far more capable than wizards.
Even if this telescope could see Mars, how could it possibly make him feel amazed, having seen real photos of it in his previous life?
Its dryness, comparable to that of the History of Magic, was only to him.
The first-year students, including Hermione, were amazed by the temperature difference between day and night on Mars.
"Vincent, why did you look so listless just now?"
After class, Neville asked with concern, "Were you too tired from teaching us combat this afternoon?"
"Of course not."
Vincent made up an excuse. "I'm just not interested in courses that require rote memorization."
"That's true." James said with a look of deep agreement. "Although Professor Sinistra's explanation was more interesting than Professor Binns's, I still find Astronomy a bit boring."
Alfred extended his hand to him, saying, "Great minds think alike."
"Keep it low-key."
Looking at the two shaking hands, Vincent suddenly remembered that foul-mouthed Blondie.
Including today, he has shaken hands with the other party twice in total.
The first time was a bit rough, the second time I just gently squeezed it.
He instantly got goosebumps and quickly stepped past the three people, taking out the Blue Fatty pajamas from the dormitory.
"Your class isn't until 11 tomorrow, and you've already finished showering?"
"I need to wash away this bad luck as soon as possible."
Neville, thinking they were talking about him, was stunned.
"It's not you, it's Malfoy."
All three of them instantly got goosebumps.
Every time I encounter this unlucky thing, nothing good ever happens.
Whether it can be washed off or not is another matter, Vincent's words made them a little bit obsessive about cleanliness.
The arrogant and foul-mouthed young master Malfoy truly disgusted the four of them today.