This Hogwarts is not normal

Gringotts Bank is managed by goblins and secured by the Ministry of Magic.

It is practiced all over the world and trusted by wizards.

But Cornelius Fudge, the minister of the British Ministry of Magic, came out worried.

Safety?

Safety shit!

It's fine if someone sneaks into the vault in broad daylight,

It doesn't matter if the suspect ran away in style,

It has been more than half an hour since the incident happened, but not even a hair has been found.

Is this person a man or a woman, and why does he want to mess with the new Minister of Magic?

Fudge, who was wearing a striped black suit and top hat, walked towards the south side of Diagon Alley with a straight back.

People run without even a shadow, and reducing losses is the most important thing to do right now.

Standing in front of the reporter headquarters who were running faster than the elite Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, he raised his hand and opened the door with a false smile.

"Everyone, at noon..."

"Rita, is the title ready?"

"Of course, Editor-in-Chief Gu Fei."

Fudge swallowed the words back.

A blond lady raised her jewel-encrusted glasses on the bridge of her nose, and spoke a series of headlines very quickly.

"The Shocking Inside Story: The Reasons Why Gringotts Suffered a Horrific Theft",

"The Mysterious Man Returns Again?On Why the Ministry of Magic Is So Lax",

"Reporters risk their lives to bring back news from Gringotts",

"Is Minister Fudge a Wolf or a Sheep? "..."

Hearing the party here smiled even more.

He walked slowly in front of Rita who was still chattering, and took the first draft of the news in his hands in a very gentlemanly manner.

"Oh, what a pity—"

The reporters of the Daily Prophet couldn't help but turn their attention to the editor-in-chief.

Guffy stood up, with a flattering smile: "You are here, Minister Fudge."

Fudge glanced at the first draft, then slowly put it back, "It's just a thief.

Trust me, the Ministry won't let him get away for long. "

"Of course," Guffy quickly took the draft and tore it to pieces.

"Minister Fudge, our Daily Prophet has always followed the principle of seeking truth from facts, and we have never made up anything."

"I trust you."

Fudge is gone.

His extraordinarily chic and calm back, where there is no panic when he just heard the news.

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The Leaky Cauldron.

We all know Britain is a gastronomic desert.

Sandao Town's famous national dish is even more famous all over the world.

The lamb viscera, which has not been fishy, ​​is mixed with onions and other seasonings. After being crushed and squeezed, it is directly stuffed into the lamb tripe for cooking. It is so natural that every bite will move you to tears.

Wrap fresh sardines with flour and eggs, and after the holy blessing of the oven, this pie pie with fish eyes facing the starry sky, just the shape makes people's hands twitch.

Finally, eel and vinegar are added to the broth, and the sweet and sour jelly formed after fully cooling is even more perfect to the point of satisfying one bite.

"This roast suckling pig is quite fresh." Vincent wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes after his mouth was dripping with oil.

Anyone who has eaten frozen food for 11 years will be moved to tears on the spot when they suddenly have a tender and juicy meal.

His performance gave McGonagall a deeper understanding of the economic situation of the Wayne family.

If it weren't for the boss Tom's treat, the family of three would probably not dare to order these foods made with fresh ingredients.

Oh, what a poor family!

They can't pay the rent,

I can't eat fresh food,

Even a mere 100 galleons can't be paid out,

The life of the Wayne family is really miserable!

Ever since Eric sobered up, he noticed something was wrong with her eyes.

This feeling of sympathy and pity made him subconsciously slow down the speed of eating pickled eels.

"Professor, don't you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry yet," Mag pushed the game pie in front of him: "There's still a lot of time in the afternoon, we can eat slowly."

Vincent wiped his oily mouth with a napkin: "Professor McGonagall, won't it disturb your work?"

"It's still a long time before school starts—"

Mag rubbed his little head with the palm of his hand, "The families assigned to me to visit this year, except you, there is only one family left."

Vincent folded the napkin politely, "Great, I hope we can buy everything on the list this afternoon."

"Most definitely."

At this moment, a beam of light flashed from the fireplace in the bar.

As soon as Rita in the light yellow robe appeared, Mag's face darkened immediately.

"Who's Mr. Wayne? Please..."

She followed her gaze in the bar and looked at the four people sitting at the bar having lunch.

"Rita, we are in the middle of our meal." Mag pursed her lips, not giving her a good look.

"It turned out to be Professor McGonagall, what a coincidence!"

Rita took out the notebook and pen, showing a self-confidently charming smile, and wrote something quickly "swish, swish, swish".

"This must be Mr. Wayne who successfully challenged Gamp..."

She gave Eric a condescending look, and recorded the word "muggle with thick limbs".

"Is this your wife?"

Feeling a little inexplicable, Eric nodded.

"Oh, and your son." Rita's expression was as excited as a shark smelling blood: "Little Mr. Wayne has a good physique~"

She stretched out her hand and squeezed Vincent's upper arm, "Are you born like this?"

"not quite……"

"I know." She quickly wrote down a line: "You will become a well-known figure in the magic world."

"Rita!"

Under Mag's unkind eyes, she resentfully took half a step back.

"Don't worry, I won't scribble."

Rita put away her notebook and pen, "The task given to me by the editor-in-chief is just a big news that attracts attention."

"Please." Mag spread his hands.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

When she left with Floo powder, Vincent couldn't help asking, "Professor, was that reporter from the Daily Prophet just now?"

"Yes."

Feeling uneasy, Mag wanted to speak and stopped several times, and finally said it: "Rita Skeeter is a reporter, but the articles she wrote..."

She paused, let her expression soften first, "In short, you'd better beware of this person."

Vincent understood in seconds.

How much credibility can the news written by a reporter who doesn't even follow the dining etiquette have any credibility?

But no matter how the report is taken out of context, can there still be some letter news outrageous?

Disapproving, he calmly drank the lipstick tea, "Professor, the main character is my father, and my mother and I are just background boards."

"I hope so." Mag dismissed his worries on the surface.

She had secretly made up her mind to pay attention to all the reports in the newspaper from tonight.

As for the most important thing now, it is to be a good guide for the Wayne family who are new to the magic world.

"From the bin, count three up, then two across—"

The Wayne family in the backyard of the bar saw that the moment Mag hit the correct brick on the wall, the entire wall began to shrink outward.

At the end of the arched passage covered with cobblestones is Oxford Street in the British wizarding world, Diagon Alley Wizard Commercial Center.

Vincent is very satisfied with his nickname.

Look at the people coming and going here, all of them are wearing robes and pointed hats.

With all kinds of weird shops, it seems that it is quite appropriate to call it a square.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley—"

McGonagall said proudly to the Wayne family: "Welcome to the real magical world."

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