This Hogwarts is not normal

"Oh! Albus—"

Outside the office stood Fudge, along with Umbridge and Dawlish.

The Minister of Magic laughed loudly, "Old friend, why didn't you notify me when you came?"

Dumbledore apologized to Scrimgeour before stepping up to hug him politely.

"I didn't expect you guys to come so fast."

Fudge smiled, patted his back like an old acquaintance, and then let go, "Our efficiency has always been very high."

"Indeed." Dumbledore stood quite straight, half a head taller than the one facing him.

"Connelly, I have always believed in your ability."

"Albus, are you boasting about your vision in disguise?"

"Of course, I haven't learned the word 'humble' until now."

The smile on Fudge's face widened, "You've learned it, haven't you?"

"Oh, yes." Dumbledore's eyes widened as if suddenly enlightened, "It turns out that I have learned to be humble before I knew it."

Umbridge outside the door frowned.

Fudge walked into the office as if nothing had happened.

"Rufus, how's work going?"

Scrimgeour glanced at Dawlish, who had entered the bodyguard state, "Mr. Minister, I will do my best."

"That's good." Fudge's eyes swept across the group of Aurors, and finally settled on Kingsley.

"Albus, I won't bother you to chat about old times."

"Okay, Connelly."

He came quietly, but attracted attention when he left.

Although he hadn't reached the point of severing his majesty, Dumbledore knew that this was a vaccination.

Now that he has given up his position as a minister, it is best to chat and reminisce about the past when going to departments other than the Wizengamot.

"Rufus, then I won't disturb your work."

Dumbledore declined Scrimgeour's farewell.

Everyone is a smart person, and they have to put on a show on the surface.

On the elevator ride back, he began to take Vincent's character into the whole thing.

Perhaps when Umbridge frowns, it is a symbol that it will not end easily.

Such a personality that only cares about results is not a suitable candidate for the Minister of Magic.

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On Tuesday, the headlines of all the newspapers changed again.

This time it's Hermione, and it's about the same length as yesterday.

Vincent habitually opened Rita's report, and first took a small sip of milk to calm down.

The think tank of the Sorcerer's Stone Protection Team—Miss Know-It-All! "

"Bah-"

He looked over at Hermione tearing up the newspaper.

This charming aura is probably not intended to reward Rita with a few raw eggs.

Beneath the caption is a photo of a squinting, grinning nutria.

Vincent looked again at Hermione, who had torn the newspaper to shreds better than a shredder.

FakeNews!

Obviously the front teeth are smaller than his!

The content is still familiar, and the whole article is subjective and taken out of context.

"Hermione Granger has been studying desperately in Muggle primary school because of her inferiority complex about her appearance—"

Ron, who didn't feel murderous, continued to read, "According to insiders, from the first day she entered Hogwarts, she has been an encyclopedia-like existence among freshmen—"

Harry hesitated, but finally patted him on the shoulder.

"What's the matter, Harry?"

Ron turned his head and saw Hermione walking with her head down.

"I—I have no other meaning—"

However, she passed the two of them and stopped in front of Vincent.

"Er—this one for you?"

She took the newspaper without saying a word, and tore it into small pieces of paper in two or three strokes.

Ron, who was not far away, didn't even dare to take a breath, and quickly threw the newspaper in his hand to the ground.

Harry followed suit and even scrunched it up.

Hermione went back quietly.

But in a short time, this anger may not dissipate.

Vincent carefully looked at her who was puffing up her cheeks with anger.

Before, the big teeth were still there, the hair was still messy, and the thin body was really not beautiful.

But now the teeth are smaller, and the facial muscles are no longer squeezed to grow;

Start to pay attention to personal image a little bit, without the feeling of slovenliness;

There is basic combat training every day, and it no longer looks like malnutrition.

According to his experience in his previous life, Hermione was the type who seemed to have changed after not seeing her for a few years.

No wonder he was so angry, it turned out that the perverted little beetle had committed an old problem.

The Wayne family sold small commodities honestly and dutifully, so they were slandered out of thin air as the largest arms dealer in Europe.

BAE Systems, whose annual revenue exceeds [-] billion, just fainted in the toilet.

Needless to say, Fred and George will definitely be said to be like demon kings on campus.

Rove probably would be better off, at most he's not as good as his grandfather Newt in any way.

Cedric is so naive, I am afraid that he will be written as a pig and eat a tiger.

The next day, Vincent guessed right.

The same goes for the third and fourth day.

On the fifth day, something went wrong, and Rita gave a very cryptic evaluation of "gentle scum".

Hermione swept away her previous depression.

Because Cedric tore into more pieces than she had that day.

"Forget it, don't be as knowledgeable as this smelly reporter."

She even ran to comfort the other party, completely forgetting what happened a few days ago.

"Rita Skeeter—" Cedric's roar was full of unwillingness and anger.

Even the loyal and honest little badger wanted to reward raw melon eggs, which shows how strong this famous reporter's writing skills are.

"Why is your only positive introduction?" Neville asked Vincent, who was watching the excitement, "Do you really have the effect of Blessing Elixir?"

Under the gaze of many big eyes, Vincent nodded his little head with some guilt, "Yes, I am Mr. Lucky."

Cedric's eyes seemed to grow more bitter, "Rita Skeeter—"

Hermione glanced at Vincent who was still joking, "Sed, she has done so many bad things, she will be punished sooner or later."

"That's right, she will definitely be punished!"

Hearing the roar, Vincent was relieved.

It's good that the Wayne family knows about Rita's little plot.

The more people there are, the less safe it is.

If you want to push her into a hurry, and "cooperate with Fudge" together, the magic world will be completely over.

Although he felt that it was almost the same, especially after reading the Sunday newspaper.

"Who is Gilderoy Lockhart?"

Lavender immediately answered Neville's question: "He has written many books about himself facing dark creatures, and he is the most famous writer in the magic world!

He is also an honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts League and a five-time winner of the Wizards Weekly Award for Most Charming Smile!

I've always wanted a bottle of his Bird Snake Egg Yolk Shampoo, but I can't find it anywhere. "

Vincent squinted at her long, light brown hair.

This is a little witch who loves to dress up.

Avant-garde fashion oversized waves, very natural and shiny.

Bird Snake Eggshell is sterling silver and has shine-imparting properties, making it ideal for hair care.

As for the egg yolk...

According to the classification of the bird and snake XXXX, and the habit of actively attacking everything close to it, it is estimated that it will not be safe.

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