This Hogwarts is not normal

Cornelius Fudge, as a qualified politician, could not rest assured that he was not absolutely sure of things.

In his opinion, awarding the Order of Merlin to a group of young wizards, even if they are used by some "bad guys" in the future, will still leave a bargaining chip to apply magic to Muggle weapons.

evidence?

The Ministry of Magic holds the mouthpiece of public opinion, and it doesn't matter what it says.

Fudge sincerely hoped that the six little ones would not waste their investment in the future by knowing what is good or bad.

"Guys, the Wizengamot review is a bit slow, I'll try to get it right before the end of the school year."

Looking at this big bad wolf-like face, Vincent knew that he was being calculated again.

He looked at Dumbledore, who lowered his eyes, and thanked Fudge with his friends with a smile.

The chief wizard of the Wizengamot is here, and no amount of fabricated evidence will help.

Get this big guy down?

If such a thing really happened, Vincent would have no choice but to admit it.

"Minerva, for me—"

"No, Albus." Fudge was in a good mood. "We all know the way."

After the three people from the Ministry of Magic left, Dumbledore turned to look at the six little ones.

"Children, it's almost morning."

He glanced at the twins who were still winking just now, "I hope the castle will be quieter tonight."

"Professor, we haven't finished our dinner yet~"

"Just for one night."

The twins ran out of the principal's office happily.

Cedric and Rove followed them out after saying goodbye politely.

Hermione followed wisely.

Vincent was also very knowledgeable.

Under the gaze of the principal and deputy principals, he seriously explained a version that was basically the same as before.

"Can we leave the Marauder's Map?"

Mag couldn't hold back the pair of pitiful big eyes.

Dumbledore nodded, "It cannot be used for pranks."

"Sure!" Vincent picked up a candy, "I will supervise them and make sure the map will not be abused!"

With smoke in his ears, he left contented.

"Minerva, I need you to do something for me."

McGonagall agreed knowingly, "I will teach Vincent well."

"Magic, fighting, guns..." Dumbledore murmured softly, as if recalling some dusty past.

He has made mistakes, many of which he regrets to this day.

Mag quietly closed the door and left.

She knows some, but not all. ъ

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Hogwarts kitchen.

The two most edible little badgers present are in charge of cooking tonight.

Cedric's dishes are very traditional, while Rove's is a bit more exotic.

The live pork chops in the shape of a fire dragon are layered together and served, and the moment the hot oil is dropped, it becomes completely different.

It got fatter and darker in color.

The taste is barely edible.

Fred sprinkled a pinch of salt on the pork chops, "Why not cut them into dragons after they're done?"

Rove politely declined the pepper offered by George.

"I was going to use hot oil to replace the colored scales of the Australian opaleye, and I would have cut the meat thicker if I had known."

If it is Bailaidu hot oil, the effect will be amazing.

Such a brain hole can be regarded as gaining knowledge for Vincent.

So he ate a sandwich made by Cedric first.

"Do you think the old bat will be able to laugh tomorrow?"

"I bet he'll weep in the Batcave."

"Thank you, Boss George, for your generosity." Vincent picked up a gold Galleon that had just been placed on the table.

In order to motivate all the teachers and students, each of the six little ones got [-] college points.

Gryffindor ranked first with 869 points;

Hufflepuff followed with 433 points;

Ravenclaw's score of 426 is pretty close;

Slytherin is in double digits and only has 25 points.

A gap of more than [-] times, not counting the bonus points for Quidditch and essays.

"It was really scary just now." Until now, Cedric hoped that what happened tonight was just a nightmare.

"Who says no." Rove cast his eyes on Vincent who was having a meal.

"I still don't understand how you dared to attack him three times."

"Voldemort?"

Vincent forked a large pork chop from the wing of the "Fire Dragon".

"At first, I just thought that without his wand, he would stare like many wizards.

Before Professor Dumbledore appeared, I was always regretting not cutting my neck. "

"Neck..." Hermione looked over suddenly.

"Godric Gryffindor is a duellist who likes to chop off the heads of his enemies with his sword."

The twins nodded subconsciously.

"Dude, you did look like a Gryffindor tonight."

With the table knife in Vincent's hand, he cut off a small piece of pork chop very neatly.

"He just underestimated me, a little first-year wizard.

And he was afraid of Professor Dumbledore all the time. If we used that evil black magic from the beginning, we might have become ghosts in the school. "

Under various coincidence factors, they are indeed lucky.

It just so happens that Wayne's slow-moving goods don't have circuit boards;

Three things that just happened to be in the mail can make a huge difference;

Just before resisting the Killing Curse, a silver shield with strong defense had been chopped off with the sword.

There are many coincidences, that little joke with the effect of the Blessing Elixir made them all fall into deep thought.

It is obviously unreasonable to classify it as luck, but Vincent has undoubtedly acted as if he has not missed any omissions, and the actions he made seem to be quite beneficial to the future.

"Occlumency..." Luo Fu, who had a little contact with him, saw that the client was eating deliciously, and began to recall the details from the beginning of the acquaintance.

On the surface, he and Cedric were out of curiosity, but after thinking about it, it seems that it is not that simple.

"You said that you can guess what Gu Gu is talking about just by feeling?"

"That's right." Vincent closed his eyes and cut the pork chop into pieces based on his feeling.

"Like this, I can close my eyes."

"Tut tsk tsk—" George smacked his lips, "Dude, does that mean you can play Quidditch with your eyes closed?"

Vincent didn't answer, but just picked up a small piece of pork chop and chewed it in his mouth.

Everyone seemed to be stuck in their throats, each with a more uncomfortable expression.

"Are you being humble?"

"No, I'm proud of it."

The twins looked at each other and rushed to his left and right sides.

"President Wayne!"

"Why?" Vincent almost choked in shock.

"Before the establishment of the club, do you have to determine the position?"

At present, it is settled, only Percy is the vice president.

"Propaganda committee?" He asked tentatively.

With Fred and George's communication skills, a single sentence might cover the entire Hogwarts castle.

"Cedric..." Vincent looked up and down until his scalp tingled.

"Ambassador?"

"Ahem——" Rove straightened his back.

"Planning Commissioner?"

When it was Hermione's turn, he didn't even have to think, "Head of Logistics."

This position is very important, even more important than the chairman to a certain extent.

Under Vincent's hard persuasion, she finally agreed.

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