This Hogwarts is not normal

After dinner, the twins gave Vincent a sneaky wink.

The three of them came to the sixth floor in a tacit understanding.

Ron was a little upset, "Obviously your room should be bigger."

"That way you can't hear what Mom and Dad are saying." Fred held a flesh-colored string in his hand.

George put one end into his left ear, "And if we make too much noise, Percy will hear us."

"Are you sure this works?" Vincent was very skeptical of this new invention.

Stretching is quite easy to achieve, but to make it as clear as if it is around, there are many things that need to be adjusted.

Everything in nature has noise, the difference is whether you can hear it or not.

Like a Muggle microphone, it uses many methods to reduce noise so that clear sound can be transmitted.

"Then you come and listen?" George took off the string.

Vincent rolled his eyes, "Just tell what you heard."

Fred walked cautiously downstairs with the other end, sticking it a little inside the door.

"Arthur, you--things tell--didn't--"

George waved his hand at Fred who came back, "It's not clear enough, we have to go a little further in."

"How dare they treat Harry like this!" Molly in the room on the fifth floor was very angry, "Arthur, you have to teach them a lesson tomorrow."

"I think so too." Arthur shook his head helplessly, "The Ministry will organize a series of raids recently, and Minister Fudge named me to be the person in charge."

The son won the Order of Merlin, and the father will definitely be reused.

Mo Li sighed slightly, "Lily's magic must be maintained, and we must protect their children."

Arthur also sighed, "Actually, I had the same idea as Eric many years ago, maybe the magic that stops that person will last until adulthood."

"He's unfortunate enough, Arthur."

"I know, so we've got to try and invite him to our house if possible."

Vincent upstairs frowned.

Harry's magic that can turn Voldemort gray is actually time-limited.

And it seemed to take some time every year at the Dursleys' house for the magic his mother had cast to take effect.

"Are we still going to act?" He looked at Fred and George. "If Harry knows the truth, he will stay at the Dursleys' house no matter how he wants to."

"Of course!" Ron clenched his fists, "As long as this is maintained, that person may not appear again before he becomes an adult."

The other three smiled wryly.

Voldemort did appear, though in Quirrell's body.

If you can't get the Philosopher's Stone, you will definitely do everything possible to resurrect it.

"The choice should be left to Harry." Vincent recalled Dumbledore's calculations.

If he follows his preset path, Harry will definitely grow into a real savior.

This path may be smooth, or it may be difficult.

"It's wrong to cross boundaries and interfere with your life in the name of 'for your own good'."

Both Fred and George stared blankly at Vincent who said this.

Even Ron, who doesn't understand much, can feel a strong sense of guilt from it.

"If we choose for him, we're no different than the Dursleys."

"Then how do we get there?" Ron said sullenly, "We can't ride a broomstick, can we?"

Both Fred and George looked out the window in unison.

"Brother, do you think the same as me now?"

"Of course, we're twins!"

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It was four o'clock in the morning, but Harry couldn't fall asleep.

There were also a lot of letters today, but it was a pity that Vernon, who didn't read them, burned them all.

In such a big cage, he has lost all hope.

"Ding ding—" the sound of knocking on the iron fence sounded.

Harry didn't turn on the light this time, forced a smile and went to the window.

"Good evening~" Vincent squatted on top of the fence, "There are some things we must tell you.

You must not get excited, this is about your parents and this family. "

The Snape affair, the prophecy 12 years ago, the spell cast by Lily, the Dursleys.

He could see Harry's fists tightening, but he said everything anyway.

"You already knew?"

"Only Snape and the prophecy, the rest I only know today."

Harry's breathing became heavier, "If I want to maintain my mother's magic, do I have to stay in this house?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley said that it will expire after adulthood, but you know that is the man who is manipulating Quirrell behind the scenes."

Vincent's tone was as unemotional as possible, "We are friends, no matter what decision you make, they and I will fully support you."

Harry loosened his fist slightly, looking blankly into the pair of blue eyes.

He thought that from the moment he stepped into Hogwarts, his life would change drastically.

But the reality is not so, and even worse.

"I—I want to get out of here—" Harry relaxed completely, "out of this house for a while."

"As you wish." Vincent stood up.

Two big lights shone on his back, "Where is your luggage?"

"In the storage room downstairs."

Just as the roar of the car sounded, Harry saw him jump back backwards.

"Vincent, are you okay?"

A light blue Ford Anglia rose slowly.

He was standing on the front cover of the car, holding a silver-white suitcase in his hand.

"Ron!" Harry's eyes widened. "And you, Fred! George!"

Vincent opened the suitcase and took out a very thick iron chain from inside, "Back back, I don't know if it can be pulled."

One end of the iron chain was hooked to the iron fence, and the other end was hooked to the rear of the car.

Fred turned the car around, "Are you ready?"

"of course."

Under the huge forward momentum, the fence covering the entire attic only swayed slightly.

"Fortunately, it has been modified!" Fred stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

"Kaka——" Cracks appeared on the wall where the fence was installed.

Vincent raised the suitcase steadily, then jumped down again.

Mithril is a liquid metal that acts as a good buffer.

"Damn it!" came a roar from the house.

A big head protruded from the window on the second floor, "Harry Potter!"

As Vernon retreated, Vincent slashed the lock of the door with the blade of his gun.

"Damn it, open the door for me!"

In the small locker next to the stairs, he found Harry's luggage.

After packing them all into suitcases, there was a loud bang from upstairs.

He walked out quickly.

The cage-like iron fence fell on the small garden, and there were still several broken walls.

Harry in the attic kicked Vernon away and got into the car.

"If you leave, never come back to this house again!"

Vincent picked up his wand and pointed at the messy ground and the empty attic.

"Back to the original—"

Going away like this would only make the Dursleys more resistant to Harry's return.

Before he left, he left a note.

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