This Hogwarts is not normal

Through the instant report of the "New York Ghost", this once-in-a-century disaster spread throughout the entire American magic circle in an instant.

Vincent has many prefixes, and the brief introduction takes up half a page.

Similar to the "Daily Prophet", it is also an important mouthpiece of the magic government.

With Bradley's strong recommendation and the Congressional Medal of Honor personally awarded by Chairman Randolph, his name once again spread throughout the magical world of the Americas.

After a week of vacation in Hawaii, the Wayne family returned to the big city of New York again.

Manhattan, 233 Broadway.

The rented-out Wayne's house has previous experience, and this time it was almost time before entering the Woolworth Building.

The building is shared by wizards and No-Majs, and only the correct spells reveal their true side.

When Vincent was wondering what the spell was, Sam, who was waiting impatiently at the door, had already pushed the revolving door, making it spin at super high speed.

"You, the protagonist, really made us wait!"

"Protagonist? It's not just me, is it?"

"Of course not." Sam motioned them in. "Director Graves and Mr. Scamander are here."

The four pairs of big eyes of the Wayne family were all staring blankly at the revolving door that was turning to smoke.

"Okay, I'll go first." Sam stretched out his hand, and was thrown in by the door in an instant.

"Together?"

"Gugu!" The stone owl at the door made Gugu flap its wings excitedly.

"Warthog - Rowena Ravenclaw came up with the name Hogwarts."

Since it is read backwards, it is normal for two warthogs with wings to be placed at the door.

"Okay, I'll put up a statue of you in the club room after school starts."

Cuckoo stretched out his little wings contentedly.

Both Vincent and the parents held out their hands.

After a whirlwind, they emerged in a splendid lobby some 700 feet high with a cathedral-like ceiling.

In the most prominent position on the front, there is a huge monument.

"It's in memory of those who died in the Salem witch trials."

About 300 years ago, there was a series of trials against witchcraft in the No-Maj colony of Massachusetts.

It ultimately resulted in the execution of 20 people, mostly women.

There were only a few real witches, but none of them committed the crimes they were accused of.

For this reason, wizards from all over the world have united and formally established the Magic Congress of America.

At this point, the wizards and No-Majs here were completely separated, and it was not until the abolition of the Rappaport Law in 1965 that normal contact between them was allowed.

Both Europe and North America have their pros and cons.

Something like pure bloodism is not popular in the whole of America.

Because most of the people who make up their magic world are from No-Maj origin.

Sam led the Waynes into the elevator and pressed the buttons for the letter "M" and the 5 and 4.

"The venue is on the 54th floor, and I can already imagine Director Graves' furious expression."

Vincent straightened the monocle Gugu was wearing, "Huh? In front of so many people?"

"There has always been only what he doesn't want to do, and there is nothing he dare not do."

The elevator is very fast and arrives in less than half a minute.

The moment the door opened automatically, Sam's expression became extraordinarily solemn.

"Come in, Mr. Wayne."

Vincent walked into the venue with goosebumps all over his body.

Compared with the Order of Merlin, there are not many high-profile and luxurious embellishments here.

Pure white ceiling, brown, white and gray patterned wallpaper, deep red and thick carpet.

The table is placed in the innermost, leaving a large area in the middle.

Bradley whispered something to Randolph, and then both of them focused their eyes on Vincent.

"It feels more natural."

"Yes, he has always had a good eye."

Randolph nodded slightly, "Dumbledore has never received so many honors at this age."

"Britain is a rotten place full of geniuses!"

Bradley glared at Sam, whose limbs were stiff, "It seems that there has been peace for too long, and all young people lack opportunities to exercise."

"I heard that Hogwarts organized an outing for the whole school this year to the Forbidden Forest."

He knew what Randolph meant.

Although there will be dangers, the effect of practicing on "Mavi Bestia Island" in the Pacific Ocean will definitely be better than that in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.

"Mr. Chairman, I will work out a complete plan in detail."

Randolph put down his wine glass after nodding, and walked straight towards the Wayne family.

"Welcome, if you arrive later, I may have to tell a bad joke to warm up the scene."

Vincent shook hands with him friendly, "Chairman Randolph, can I listen to one first?"

"Oh, you didn't hear that?"

"Er - no."

After a few brief conversations, Randolph solemnly ordered Sam to entertain their family well.

"Mr. Auror, do you still work as a waiter?"

"Don't mention it." Sam said with a sullen face. "Director Graves paid the bill that day and suddenly asked me to write a report for him."

"Did you write seriously?"

"That's right, I was punished just like that!"

He quietly raised his middle finger to Bradley, "Either go to Mavi Bestia Island for a month, or do odd jobs here for a month."

"Marvel bestia?"

"The island where I met the harpies before."

Translated from Latin, this means magical beings.

Vincent reassured him, "Maybe Mr. Graves is just in a bad mood."

"It must be because of the bill." Sam gave Bradley the middle finger again, "You go back early, otherwise you will be able to see the Veela performance."

"Their appearance fee is very high."

"Yeah, that's why Director Graves came to see me after he settled the bill."

This pair of bosses and subordinates who calculated each other really opened Vincent's eyes.

If it was in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge would have thrown people into Azkaban.

"I'd better go find Mr. Scamander." Vincent felt his blood pressure rising faintly.

"Wait for me, Chairman Randolph wants me to treat you well!"

On this important occasion, Queenie and Jacob were both present.

Rove was there, too, and a tall man in his twenties.

"Vincent, this is my cousin, Munson Kowalski."

Munson stretched out his hand enthusiastically, "I always hear Rove praise you, and my ears are almost callused."

"Didn't it disappoint you?" Vincent shook hands with him equally warmly.

"I'm so surprised, it feels like I'm back at school." Munson let go and looked at Sam dressed as a waiter, "Long time no see, aren't you going to be an Auror?"

Sam pursed his lips, turned around and gave Bradley, who was talking with senior officials, two middle fingers.

"My boss is a bastard. I should have gone with you to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

Munson shook his head at his old classmate and friend, "You wouldn't say that if you saw the pile of documents."

The Magic Congress does not have a Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters.

Therefore, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is very busy on a daily basis, either processing court documents or checking for illegal items outside.

Once a catastrophic event occurs, they have to put down their work and rush over.

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