This Hogwarts is not normal

Tash opened his toothless mouth,

"Whenever I hear their screams, I feel unprecedented satisfaction."

Looking for a sense of superiority in a Muggle who is powerless to resist, such a poor and hateful person is not worthy of sympathy.

Sam knocked him out with a fist. "Damn poor bastard!"

There should be quite a few similar wretches on the list.

You need talent but no talent, you need ability but no ability.

But when such people gather together, they can form one of the countless dark sides of the magic world.

Vincent picked up the sandwiches that his mother, Yin Fulin, had prepared and put on the table.

He tossed one to Sam,

"The Ministry of Magic will definitely make a big deal smaller, and they will have to pay the price."

Sam took a big bite, "Wayne, who do you take me for?

It's just about [-] pieces of rubbish, at worst I'll run back to North America. "

The list given by Tash is very detailed, with names, addresses and family members.

The gentlemen weren't up there, the regulars were all in Knockturn Alley and Spinner's End.

"Let's go." Vincent drank the compound soup.

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evening,

Dumbledore returns to Hogwarts Castle.

Nagini and Surya have decided to settle down in England, and Aberforth and Nagini will be busy moving them in the next few days.

Walking into the principal's office, he found that the atmosphere was particularly weird.

Armando and Phineas didn't argue, and the other former principals didn't gossip about where he went today.

"Huh?" The Pensieve, which was originally on the shelf, was moved to the table.

The professors dare not enter and leave the principal's office at will, only one student dares to be so unscrupulous.

Dumbledore frowned and looked at the hazy picture.

He poked his head in and read the memory in its entirety.

A total of more than half an hour, the picture finally freezes at the moment when the cell door is destroyed.

What the memory master wants to do is to let those witch scum get the punishment they deserve.

For the sake of stability, the current Ministry of Magic will not raise matters to the Wizengamot Court.

"Albus, they all deserve to die." Headmaster Black was exceptionally calm.

Dumbledore nodded and disappeared into the flames created by Fawkes.

Overturned alleys.

The bar is still there, and so is the witch dregs hung up inside.

The number of people has increased a lot, and there are almost 40 people in total.

Following the trail of his latest apparition, he came to Spider's End, a suburban street in Cokeworth.

Dirtier and messier than Knockturn Alley, with a pungent musty smell everywhere.

"Peng—" An old brick house in the distance was blown up into flames.

A wizard appeared on the nearby roof, holding a stubby, unconscious witch in his right hand.

The wand in his left hand was the ebony one he remembered, and it looked exactly the same.

Dumbledore watched quietly as he cast the Blasting Charm again.

This time it was much more powerful than before, and the entire burning brick house was turned into ashes in an instant.

Full of destructive emotions, like a dark wizard.

If it weren't for several innocent family members in the house who had already escaped the flames, Dumbledore might have prevented him from leaving with another Apparation.

They came back not long after.

Among the wizards who came out of the house to check the situation, many of them should be the targets of the two.

One is in charge of attracting spells coming from all directions, and the other is in charge of quietly knocking people out and taking them away.

Dumbledore arrived just in time to see the whole process from start to finish.

When the wounded two disappeared again, the wizards living in Spider's End were basically lying on the ground.

Based on their behavior, the reason is that the 16 wizards who were taken away are likely to be regular customers of that bar.

Dumbledore walked in as if he didn't exist, and stopped in front of a brick house with half of the wall knocked out.

There is a line of small characters written under the number plate of No. 19 at the main entrance:

Spinner'sEnd (Spinner's End)

After repairing the wall, he returned to the end of Knockturn Alley.

A total of 53 witch dregs are hung, and the collected wands are still burning.

Dumbledore looked behind him.

Knockturn Alley was exceptionally calm, and there was no billowing black smoke coming out of it, so everyone here should have been brought here quietly.

He managed two places in one afternoon, even if there was an Auror from the Magic Congress, it was far beyond his expectations.

I thought I was here to help, but I didn't expect to come to deal with the aftermath.

Dumbledore walked into the bar and calmly looked at the two men who were treating them strongly.

"Bah—" Vincent was so frightened that his hands trembled, and a small half bottle of white moss fell on his shoulder.

White smoke kept coming out, and the wound that had healed was red.

"Professor, can't you knock on the door before you come in?"

It looks normal, but it's just a disguise.

"Oh—it's my fault." Dumbledore stepped back, and the hand that had just been raised suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The memory of the Pensieve was not looked at carefully. The open door turned out to be covered with a complete human skin.

The anger in his eyes disappeared instantly.

"Vincent, Mr. Chavez, anger doesn't solve anything."

"Professor, we have to do something."

Sam's expression was just as stubborn.

The reason why he decided to use violence to control violence was because he was disappointed with the magic world.

Dumbledore knelt down in front of Vincent, pointing his elder wand at his bruised left arm.

"Yesterday they hurt the innocent, and today you hurt the innocent.

This would further sour the relationship between wizards and Muggles, if not already. "

Vincent looked up at the hanging witches,

"Professor, those are silent perpetrators."

The elder wand trembled a little.

"I don't want to comfort myself, I don't want to see something like this happen again."

Dumbledore looked into his same blue eyes, "You are far more mature than I was then, Vincent."

"Professor, I didn't mean to scold you."

"I'm not so stingy."

Sam, who sat quietly by the side, was completely relieved.

If these two quarreled, he would only have the option of running away.

No, I don't even have a chance, so I should just surrender myself.

Now they can calm down, at least they have reached a consensus.

The 53 witch slags above have to pay a price far heavier than their lives for the sins they have committed.

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Early in the morning,

After writing the press release, Rita put down the quill, and a line of red text suddenly appeared in the air in front of her.

[At the end of Knockturn Alley, half of a girl's bar.

You will be very interested, my big reporter. ]

If it wasn't for the last magical rune, she would have reported to the Ministry of Magic by now.

"Mr. Heartthrob? Where are you?"

There was no response after shouting a dozen times, and he probably left quietly.

Don't you just want her to go there, and she will leave immediately after writing a letter.

With the "deep" friendship between the two, is it possible that they will shrink back in fear?

Change your clothes and put on a bright yellow coat.

Armed with a camera and wand, Rita transforms into a tiny beetle and flies out the window.

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