This Hogwarts is not normal

Ilvermorny began as a stone cottage built by Isolt Thayer and No-Maj husband James Stewart.

As the school has grown, the cottage has been transformed into a castle.

As the number of students increased, more teachers were recruited.

"Ilvermorny is the best!" Sam pulled Munson to sit down, "It was a really good time."

Vincent, who was listening quietly, did not refute.

Whatever the truth, alma maters are often the best.

"Remember the snakewood tree at the school gate?"

"Remember, you secretly broke off a branch not long after you entered school, and Dean O'Brien was so angry that he didn't like you very much until graduation."

The Thunderbird Academy that Sam attended represents the soul, and almost all the students are adventurous.

And Pukeqi College, where Munson attended, represents the heart, and the students are all kind-hearted.

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff?

The Longhorn Academy represents wisdom, with a special preference for students who are eager to learn.

The last cat and leopard represent the body, and all the students are like warriors.

Ravenclaw and Gryffindor?

Vincent contacted Gormley Gaunt and felt that it was normal to not have Slytherin.

Being chased across the ocean, unless it is the real Virgin, it is useless to replace it with anyone.

"I still don't understand why you are the best in our class."

Sam's chin was raised high, "Do you know a genius? That's what I am."

Munson suppressed a smile and looked towards Vincent, "Yeah, a genius tied up as a mummy."

"It was an accident!" Sam stood up abruptly, "I told you that you didn't understand, I—"

He was about to demonstrate something when Bradley grabbed the back of his neck.

"Bastard! Do you think I didn't see it?

Fortunately, I still plan-you bastard is really in a mess! "

"Director, my fingers are cramping."

In front of many guests, Sam's forehead was directly beaten three times.

"Hiss—" The guests twitched their mouths and stopped paying attention to the affairs here.

"Do they do this often?"

"Twice a week, maybe three or four times."

Vincent and his parents sat down in a relatively quiet place.

There are medals to get, and there is food and drink in the open space in front of it, and the key is that there are "live performances".

It's a big deal to come here.

"Ahem——" Randolph raised the microphone, "Everyone, don't be impatient, our Auror office director is educating ignorant young people."

His humor was greeted with applause.

Bradley glared at Sam viciously, who immediately hung his head in aggrieved manner.

Randolph on the stage raised his hand and clenched his fist, and the whole venue fell silent.

"Well, I have some very important news for you—"

He looked in the direction of the Wayne family, "Now it's time to award the Congressional Medal of Honor!"

The lights in the venue dimmed, and then a beam of white light from the ceiling illuminated Vincent.

"The establishment of our Magic Congress has experienced countless ups and downs, but they will only make us stronger!"

The lights in the venue gradually brightened, reflecting Randolph's resolute face, "We are an open and inclusive government, and any wizard or No-Maj can get this honor!"

Before Vincent whipped Fudge, he had to admire his vision.

It seems that awarding medals to foreign friends is actually sending a signal to the world.

I am afraid that many wizards who have been excluded in their own country will move here to settle down.

"Our hero, Vincent Wayne!"

Under the cheers and applause, Vincent stood beside Randolph with a smile.

"Mr. Wayne, you deserve it."

Randolph bent slightly, and personally pinned a delicate gold medal on the jacket of his suit.

"M" stands for the Magic Council, and the overlapping "M" underneath stands for honor.

"Hopefully I'll have a second chance like this."

Vincent shook his head regretfully, "Chairman Randolph, Mr. Graves will be unhappy."

The guests in the audience were all laughing.

Compared with Da Ying's implicit humor, America's humor is much more straightforward.

Randolph turned to look at the smiling Bradley, "No, look how happy he is smiling!"

Bradley, who pretended to be angry, raised his right hand and shook his index finger, as if to say that no outsider would get this medal again.

"I'm sorry, old friend—" Randolph turned to Newt, "there's another one to get it!"

The lights dimmed again.

Newt, illuminated by the white light, stepped forward quickly.

"Mr. Scamander, I hope you can change your view of our Magic Council because of this."

Newt smirked, "I'll do my best."

After Randolph put the medal on him himself, he turned his attention back to Bradley.

"Our Auror office director said that he has already won the medal once, and if he takes it back, many people will hate him."

The guests shook their heads one after another, not feeling that this was disgusting behavior at all.

When the Magic Council was formed, there were initially only 12 Aurors.

The Graves family is the offspring of one of them.

Sam, who was far away from Bradley, was whispering something in his mouth.

Judging from the shape of the mouth, it doesn't seem to be pleasant.

"Young people are the future, these are his original words." Randolph paused, looking in the direction of the light.

The illuminated Sam's eyes widened and his mouth opened in disbelief.

"Sam Chavez, he's one of the best young guys we've had in years."

Sam, who was still in a daze, stared blankly at Bradley.

He seemed to say something, and strode towards the other party.

"Stinky boy, hurry up!"

"Thank you, Director Graves."

Sam hugged Bradley tightly, "It would be nice if it wasn't always aimed at me."

"Get out!" Bradley, who was laughed angrily, pushed him away.

"Do things seriously for me in the future, or wait for me to take back your medal!"

"Cut - there is a reason to take it back wherever it is sent."

Before being beaten, Sam had already walked away.

Randolph's eyes signaled Bradley below to come up and present the medal.

The answer he got was shaking his head and refusing.

"Our head of the Auror office seems to be shy."

Amidst the ridicule, Bradley walked up helplessly.

He and Randolph each held a medal and put it on for Sam, whose face was faintly green.

"Director Graves, it seems a little crooked."

"Adjust yourself." Bradley smiled and leaned into his ear, "Come down to my office later, I have a very important task for you."

After Sam expressed his thanks uncomfortably, he went down as if he was running away.

According to his years of experience in the workplace, the more important the task, the more troublesome it is.

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