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Chapter 315 My hand doesn't hurt and the cold is already healed(2/2)

"Thank you, Professor."

After thanking her politely, Lockhart seemed to sense the awkwardness of the atmosphere, told her to pay more attention to rest, and left.

"That's disgusting." Fred stuck out his tongue and made a few noises as if he was gagging.

"You can't do anything, just brag about being number one."

"Brilliant!" George looked around cautiously, "With stuff like this, there's nothing to be afraid of~"

Vincent, who was hiding behind him, quietly stepped forward and whispered into his ear: "Lockhart is stupid, Tom is bad, and Malfoy is stupid and bad.

Which one do you find most annoying?"

George turned around in a hurry and said, "Please, they are not on the same level."

"The level of irritation is the same." Vincent lifted the disillusionment spell, "For me."

The narcissistic, arrogant and selfish professor, the Dark Lord who specializes in terrorist attacks, and the pampered young master.

Cedric curled his lips at him, "But no matter what, these three are no match for you."

"Thank you for the compliment." Vincent lay back on the hospital bed, "Lockhart and Malfoy are nothing. Only Tom will be finished after losing once."

The secret room has been opened, and no one is the most suspicious at present.

Last year, he could also tap on the side to dig out the hidden Quirrell.

It will be difficult this year.


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