This Hogwarts is not normal

"Bleecker Street, Manhattan?"

"Cuckoo!"

Vincent knew that the correct address was No. 177A without thinking about it.

It is said that there are three sanctuaries in the world.

One is in London, one is in New York, and one is in Hong Kong.

The three Sanctuaries co-star to form a protective planetary field to drive away potential interdimensional invasions.

"Stephen Strange!?"

Eric shuddered, "Did he use magic to come to reality?"

"Obviously a bad joke."

Vincent hugged Gu Gu and looked up at the Chrysler Building.

After excluding reasonable explanations, what remains, no matter how unreasonable, can only be the truth.

If Victor was indeed here to protect him, he would be in control of their family's movements.

And if you're eavesdropping the whole time...

Eric shuddered again, "I'll call Captain McAleese right now!"

"I'm going to buy sardines!" Evelyn's eyes were shining with a different kind of brilliance.

Vincent squinted at the suitcase, "There's a Congressional Medal of Honor inside!"

People are around.

Not only did he know the movements of the Wayne family, but he was also secretly observing the whole process.

The address on top of the Chrysler Building must have been written on purpose just now.

"Cuckoo!" Cuckoo, who raised his neck, also let go.

When it becomes the number one owl in the world, the voodoo party will definitely not receive any packages.

The sky darkened a little bit.

The pedestrians passing by here all turned around in a hurry as if they remembered something.

"The breath of black magic." Vincent opened the suitcase and handed Eric an AW sniper rifle.

Evelyn stepped back behind the father and son, "It's broad daylight, so there won't be any trouble?"

"Let's make it big and get Mr. Graves' attention."

After these words, bright red lines slowly appeared on the ground in front of their eyes.

"He's about to show up." Eric put the magazine that had been cast with the Unmarked Stretching Charm in place.

The imprint of the Deathly Hallows was formed, and a large cloud of black mist emerged from the ground.

A figure stood inside.

Vincent looked directly at the pair of red eyes, "This ostentation, it shouldn't be some small character."

"Good afternoon, the four Wayne family—"

Victor didn't wear a black cloak, but a medieval tuxedo.

It has a crumbled silver pattern and a Deathly Hallows logo on the left and right of the neckline.

He bowed slightly to the Wayne family, "Let me introduce myself first, I am Victor D. Brad."

Bradley had mentioned one of the oldest surviving vampires in America, whose name happened to be the same as the one in front of him.

"Mr. Brad—" Eric lowered his gun slightly, "What are you trying to do to my son?"

"It's not what we want to do to him." Victor stepped out of the black mist, "It's what he wants us to do."

Vincent's pupils shrank instantly, "Is this a test you personally gave me?"

"Correct." Victor stopped walking, keeping a short distance from them, "Your performance is much better than I expected."

"Should I be proud?"

"It depends on your attitude towards us."

He stretched out his left hand towards Vincent, "Although it's a little earlier, it's time for us to leave."

"Leave, where are you going?"

"Nurmengard."

Vincent looked sideways at his parents.

He can be sure that Victor, who is full of aristocratic demeanor in front of him, will take him away no matter what.

Dare to use black magic in broad daylight, 100% plan to leave.

Bradley and the Aurors, maybe even Newt and Tina, might already be on their way.

"Mom and Dad, do you want to go together?"

Eric frowned, "Mr. Brad, can you guarantee Vincent's safety in all aspects?"

Not only physically and spiritually, but also involving the voodoo party.

Victor put away the smile on his face, "I will take away this part of your memory, and everyone will only think that I forcibly took him away."

Both Eric and Evelyn nodded slightly.

The same goes for Goo Goo in Vincent's arms.

"I don't know what you guys want to do to him, but if he gets hurt in any way—"

Sniper bullets flew past the silver-white hair.

"Then there is only one thing left for me in this life."

Victor did not take this sentence lightly, "I can guarantee it with my life."

He can understand the worries of being a parent, and he understands what is born of despair.

If Grindelwald dies, he has no motivation to live on.

Vincent handed Cuckoo to Evelyn, "Mom and Dad, I will definitely be back before school starts."

After getting three pairs of trusting gazes, Victor controlled the black mist to quickly skip them.

"These memories are all here with you." He pulled out three glowing thin threads.

Vincent bottled them up and put his hand on his left hand which he had not put down.

"Mr. Brad, how do we get there?"

"With a very special kind of black magic."

The imprint of the Deathly Hallows under the feet of the two is rapidly expanding.

"It uses my blood as a medium, and can instantly reach any place it wants to go."

Vincent, who was wrapped in black mist, felt as if his body was slowly disappearing.

"Can I learn this?"

"Unless magic is used to transform the body into mine."

Vincent shrank his neck back, "Would that bald man with no nose do this?"

Victor was taken aback for a moment, "He's too impure, this magic strongly repels his body."

His face gradually turned pale, "You wizard's Apparation spell is actually much easier to use than ours.

At least in this way for long-distance movement, you only need to use enough mana. "

The silver-white hair lost its luster quickly, as dull as a dying old man.

Feeling his body getting cold, Vincent shivered, and then looked at his parents and Gu Gu who passed out on the ground.

"They're here." As soon as Victor finished speaking, Newt and Tina appeared across the street.

Both of them held their wands, and they came striding here.

"An effect similar to anti-apparition?"

"Yes."

The black mist began to gather, and Vincent felt even colder.

He felt his entire body turn into air, and began to burrow into the Deathly Hallows mark on the ground.

After Victor waved his hand towards the opposite side, both of them got inside at a faster speed.

"Damn!" Newt opened the lady's handbag in his hand, "He's going to run!"

A green thorny cocoon was thrown from his hand to the ground where only the imprint remained.

"We're late—" Tina flicked her wand and stopped a speeding car.

Newt gently pulled the long tail connected to the green cocoon in his hand, "When I was in the Pacific Ocean, I should have gone to find him!"

After reaching the opposite side, Tina released the magic, "Where do you think he will take Vincent?"

"I don't know." Newt put the green cocoon back into the handbag, "According to Dumbledore's prediction, the most likely place is Nurmengard."

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