This Hogwarts is not normal

That's it, the second level is the second level.

No matter how you say it, it sounds better than Level [-].

Thinking about it this way, Vincent actually began to resist the green ribbon of the first-class medal.

He even felt that the third-level white ribbon was the best, at least not as coquettish as the second-level purple ribbon.

Dumbledore didn't know what he was thinking.

But judging from those big shining eyes, even having an idea is not a good idea.

"Go ahead, I'll go find Nico and the others."

"Oh." Thinking of something interesting, Vincent smirked, and stretched his paws towards the fifth oricyte bullet.

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top floor.

Nicole was chatting happily with Perenal, but Dumbledore came over sullenly.

"What's wrong, Albus?

Are you mad at that kid? "

"No, I thought he would be disappointed at first."

Successfully protecting the Philosopher's Stone is something neither Gringotts nor the Ministry of Magic can do.

Perenal covered his mouth and chuckled, "This kid has a lot of unconstrained ideas, maybe he really doesn't care about the rank of the Order of Merlin."

She likes the layout of the 13th floor and the appearance of Dabai.

Nico nodded in agreement, "Albus, you'd never guess what he made out of mithril."

"gun?"

"No."

"sword?"

"Not at all."

Dumbledore shook his head in surprise, "He put the two together?"

"Yes, a flashy-looking weapon."

Nico snapped his fingers lightly, and soon after, a golem equipped with white armor brought a gun blade.

Its gun body does not have the magic rune "?", other than that, it is no different from Super Power.

"Very interesting design." Dumbledore raised the blade of his gun and looked at it carefully.

"It's more than that." Nico said with a full face of appreciation: "It's also quite smart."

Gunblades, weapons that exist only in fantasy, are not subject to the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.

Vincent can take it with him without going through any licensing procedures.

The whole process was formal and legal, even if Fudge came.

"I'm looking forward to the surprises he brings to me next year."

Dumbledore laughed dumbfounded, "It's a good thing you don't know how to make wands."

Nico looked at his wife Perenal with a mysterious face.

She nodded with a reserved smile, "Before I met Nico, Mr. Merovingian once pursued me."

"Oh, Merlin - that surprises me." Dumbledore opened his mouth very rarely.

There are three major stick makers in Europe, namely:

Ollivander of England,

Gregorovich of Germany,

French Merovingians.

In France more than 600 years ago, there was no Beauxbatons.

Among the young staff makers at that time, the most outstanding one was Ansgar Merovingian.

Like Ollivander's ancestors, he passed down the superb cane-making technology to future generations.

Today, his descendants are still Beauxbaton's designated wand maker.

I didn't expect that such a master who pioneered the era would have such an interesting story.

Even more interesting is that Beauxbatons, funded by Nicol, chose the Merovingians to provide wands to the students.

"Albus, Nico is talking nonsense." Perenal shook his head in denial.

"Ansgar did teach me how to make a wand, but unfortunately I have already forgotten all about it."

Dumbledore smiled silently.

Big treasures like the Pensieve are designed for this purpose.

"Teacher, I succeeded!" Vincent, who strode in, found the atmosphere here quite strange.

Nico first looked at Perenal as if begging for mercy.

"Albus, are you interested in seeing the power of bullets engraved with magic circuits?"

Dumbledore winked at him mischievously, "Of course I'm interested."

Perenal stood up, "It's time for me to prepare lunch, too."

Before she left, she gave Niko a meaningful look.

Vincent suppressed a smile and turned around.

As things stand, his teacher must have said something wrong.

Dumbledore sighed immediately after arriving on the third floor, "When I came here last year, the floor was just laid here."

"It's all thanks to the puppets." Nico put his eyes on Vincent who was loading the gun blade, "They are very suitable for this kind of work."

"How many free offerings to Hogwarts?"

"can."

Vincent who was aiming suddenly turned his head, "Professor, I am now at the age of growing my body."

Dumbledore shook his head and smiled wryly, "The golem is only responsible for the defense of the campus."

Vincent looked at the bull's-eye with the corner of his mouth curled up.

This orichanite bullet, which failed thirteen times before succeeding, was firmly embedded in the center of the round target.

Those orange-red patterns surrounding it are gradually brightening.

Nicol looked at Dumbledore as if showing off, "Albus, what do you think?"

The bullseye has already burned under the action of high temperature.

"It's a perfect piece of work."

A gun body made of traditional alchemy, with a bullet engraved with a magic circuit.

The birth of super power also has a very special meaning.

Recasting Muggle items with alchemy, and endowing them with all kinds of magical magic, seems to be just the beginning.

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Hogwarts Castle at the same time.

The top executives of the Black Swan Club who didn't go home for the holidays all gathered in the Slytherin common room.

Alger Bull, the seventh grader, extinguished the flame under the cauldron in front of him.

The bubbling and viscous mud inside is the compound decoction that took 46 days to brew successfully.

He divided it into five small bottles, "Although it took a long time, I can guarantee its effect."

Draco leaned closer to smell it curiously, and immediately leaned back covering his nose.

"This potion smells really bad!"

"It needs one more thing to be considered complete," Bull explained eagerly.

Higgs took out the small alchemy box that had been kept for more than a month.

Marcus smacked his lips and opened it, "Wayne, Wayne, I don't know what kind of smell you will have?"

"It must be worse than this." Blaise said with contempt on his face, "I don't drink anyway, who of you wants to drink?"

He took out two handfuls of Galleons from his trouser pocket.

"Let me do it!" Higgs carefully picked up the ash-blonde hair and placed it by the mouth of a bottle.

With a click of the small scissors, the color of this bottle of compound soup began to gradually lighten.

The smell is not bad, it is a very fresh mint smell.

The color is pale white.

"Cut—" Blaise's expression was extremely ugly.

"Let's start the test." Draco's face was not much better.

Higgs opened his mouth and felt the smell of fried pork chops first.

Then there is the meaty aroma of sheep and beef, which is also mixed with a very special taste.

After he finished drinking, he smacked his lips, "Hmm—it should be dried fish."

Everyone twitched their lips.

Only Bull picked up the little bottle he had finished drinking and sniffed it suspiciously.

Under the mask of mint, there seems to be a faint smell.

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