This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 1342 I've been kidnapped by the Dark Lord.

An empty classroom on the 7th floor of the castle.

“Look, Miss Granger, this dream foretells the awakening of your third eye!” Trelawney exclaimed, waving her hands excitedly. “A silver unicorn! That’s a symbol of a pure soul! Mist! That’s an unknown destiny!”

Hermione sat at the old desk opposite her, listening intently, but silently calculating the time in her mind.

Taking Vincent's quirky sense of humor into account, it should be about time.

She glanced down; the magical communicator on her wrist was silent.

It's not over yet, so let's drag it out a little longer.

Trelawney continued, "I can make an exception and allow you to retake the divination course! What a rare opportunity!"

Just then, I felt a slight vibration in my wrist.

Hermione looked up, her face showing just the right amount of surprise and apology: "Professor, thank you for your kindness."

She stood up and spoke very quickly: "But after thinking about it carefully, I still don't want to."

Trelawney's smile froze on her face. "What?"

Hermione strode toward the door. "Divination classes really aren't for me, and I already have enough classes. I simply don't have the extra energy."

"But you just mentioned your dream—"

“That dream,” Hermione turned back, looking a little anxious, “I’ve thought about it, and it’s probably because I ate syrup tarts before bed. Thank you so much for your guidance, Professor Trelawney. I’ll be going now.”

"Wait! Miss Granger! Your third eye—"

"Next time definitely!"

The door closed, and Trelawney tilted her head, her face full of question marks.

A moment later, with a stern face, she decided to permanently blacklist this outstanding model student.

Hermione took a deep breath outside the corridor and strode upstairs.

As she entered the stairwell, she brushed past a thin figure.

It was Draco. He was looking down, staring blankly at the steps beneath his feet, as if his soul had been ripped away.

He didn't even notice someone rushing past him; at this point, he wouldn't notice anything at all.

Hermione didn't stop, nor did she notice him; she simply ran past him and continued upwards.

She climbed the stairs to the north tower and pushed open the door.

Inside the room, a figure was standing by the window, putting something into his arms.

Wearing Trelawney's flowing robes and those exaggerated glasses, she would never mistake that figure from behind.

Hearing the noise, Vincent turned around and looked at her quietly.

Hermione's tears welled up instantly.

She rushed over, draped herself over him, wrapped her legs around his waist, and tightly entwined her arms around his neck.

Vincent.

Vincent steadily supported her with his hands and wrapped his arms around her waist. "It's me."

Hermione didn't say anything, she just hugged him tighter.

She rubbed her face against the crook of his neck, like a cat that had finally found its home.

After a long time, she finally raised her head and looked at him with red eyes.

"You look so strange." She couldn't help but rub her face against it; the cold, hard texture was that of a faker's mask.

Her fingers slowly slid from the back of his neck to his chin, her fingertips gently tracing the edge of the mask.

With a slight exertion of his slender fingers, the imposter mask was removed, revealing Vincent's face.

Hermione rubbed her face against it again. "That's not surprising."

She clung to him like that, showing no intention of getting down.

"I miss you so much." Her voice was muffled in the crook of his neck, tinged with both tears and laughter: "I miss you so much."

Vincent looked down at her and smiled helplessly.

He adjusted his position to make her more comfortable hanging there. "I miss you too."

Hermione hugged him tighter, rubbing her face against his neck like a spoiled kitten.

Vincent patted her back lightly. "Alright, the real Trelawney could come back at any time. We're going now."

Hermione finally raised her head, but her expression was somewhat subtle. "She was quite angry with me. Knowing her temper, she'll probably nag for at least ten minutes before getting up and going back to her room."

“So,” her eyes curved into crescents, “no one will be coming in here for the time being.”

This little trick...

Vincent looked at her, at the sly glint in her eyes, and finally realized, "You did this on purpose?"

"What do you mean, intentionally?" Hermione blinked, looking completely innocent.

"I deliberately made her that angry."

Hermione tilted her head, staring with her big, round eyes, her expression excessively innocent.

"I was just stating my opinion on the divination lesson, and how she interpreted it... that's none of my business."

Vincent looked at her, utterly speechless.

“Hermione Granger.” He called her by her full name, his voice very soft.

"Ok?"

"You're becoming more and more unreasonable."

Hermione smiled and brought her face close to his, so close that their noses touched.

“Unreasonable Hermione,” her voice was soft and gentle, with a seductive ending, “do you like her?”

Vincent's Adam's apple bobbed.

He didn't speak, but something was churning in his deep blue eyes.

Hermione looked into his eyes, her smile deepening.

She brought her lips close to his ear, "You're so worried about Professor Trelawney coming back..."

She paused, her lips brushing against his earlobe, "Should we go somewhere else?"

Vincent took a deep breath.

He felt he was resistant to many things, but he never was to Hermione, who was attached to him and acted irrationally.

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"Come down first, then we'll talk." His voice was a little hoarse.

"No." Hermione's answer was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. "I've been kidnapped by the Dark Lord."

She spoke in a serious tone, but her hands and feet entangled even more tightly, "I can't get down unless the Dark Lord lets go."

Vincent looked down; she was wrapped very tightly. If he hadn't been exercising regularly, he probably would have broken a bone.

Looking at her expression, that self-righteous yet slightly mischievous look, he instantly lost all his temper.

Vincent raised an eyebrow. "Did the Dark Lord kidnap you?"

"Yes." Hermione nodded seriously, "My hands and feet are tied up, I can't move."

Vincent stared at her, then laughed, looking utterly defeated. "Fine, then the Dark Lord will have no choice but to take you back."

Hermione's eyes lit up immediately. "Really?"

“What else?” Vincent lifted her legs and bounced her up a bit so she could hang more steadily. “I can’t stay at school forever.”

Hermione buried her face back in the crook of his neck. "That's more like it."

Vincent held her in his arms, turned to the automatically opening window, and glanced down.

He didn't say anything more, but tightened his arms to hold her more securely, then stepped onto the windowsill and jumped.

The night wind howled past, Hermione closed her eyes, buried her face in his neck, and hugged him tightly with both arms.

The feeling of weightlessness lasted only a few seconds before she felt him land steadily on something.

She opened her eyes, and they were standing on thin air, or rather, on something invisible.

The hatch of the Voice of the Night opened, revealing the cockpit, and Vincent, holding her, jumped inside.

Hermione remained clinging to him, showing no intention of moving aside.

"May I get down now, Miss Granger?"

Hermione tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Let's hug for a little while longer."

"How long is 'a while'?"

"I don't know." She buried her face in his neck, her voice muffled but filled with barely concealed laughter. "The Dark Lord has the final say."

Vincent lowered his head and said softly, "The Dark Lord said I can hug him for as long as I want."

The cockpit was quiet, with only a rustling sound remaining.

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