This Hogwarts is not normal

one more time,

Hermione once again felt the gap between herself and Vincent.

She was not discouraged, but rejoiced to be friends with him.

"End?"

"Yeah." She took off her gloves, "No matter how bad the Ministry of Magic is, I want to change it from the inside."

Vincent put away two pairs of gloves, "Let's go and see how rotten it is."

Wearing gloves made from mithril rings, he packed the pig-headed Tash into a small cloth pouch that cast the No Trace Stretching Charm.

"How are you going to take people to the Ministry of Magic?"

"In a way no one can think of."

back upstairs,

Sam is drinking butterbeer.

Whether it was on purpose or not, the wooden mug that Aberforth provided was so dirty that it looked as if it had never been wiped.

"You guys are so fast?"

The ambiguous question made Hermione and Daphne lower their heads again blushing.

Vincent rolled his eyes and shook the small cloth bag in his hand.

"Wait for me." Sam raised his glass and drank the beer in one go.

Toffee taste, low alcohol content.

He didn't seem to think there was a problem with the cup, and he didn't think there was a problem with drinking some wine before setting off.

Aberforth watched the four of them disappear into the swirl of black and white.

Rinse the wooden cup with water slightly, then put it upside down.

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Central London, outside Westminster Abbey.

Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Hermione quickly let go of Vincent's little hand.

The one holding Daphne did not let go.

Sam put his arms around Vincent's shoulders, winked at him and said:

"Wayne, you brat has a thick skin~"

"Because I never had any dirty thoughts like yours."

It is normal for children to blush when they are shy.

So in Sam's eyes, Vincent without this performance is abnormal.

"When they grow up, I don't believe you can still be like this."

"Thank you for the reminder, I will definitely disguise myself better."

Hard-talking, it must be hard-talking!

The facial expression is pretty similar.

Sam pursed his lips and let go, "Are you sure your Aurors won't find this way?"

Vincent looked up at the Gothic church in front of him, "This is a church exclusive to the royal family. If you are worried, add some magic to your pocket."

Muggles can find the launch point according to the parabola, and wizards don't even have a mathematical formula. Unlocking the magic will reset the state of the bag.

The reset spell can't restore the magic, and if you lose this process, you can't find the launch point.

"Tsk tsk tsk—this method is really dirty!" Sam looked up at the central tower of the church,

"The entrance to your Ministry of Magic should be visible from there."

Vincent raised his right hand holding the bag to Hermione, "I brought an alchemy telescope, we can see clearly later."

The moment he held his wrist, the uncomfortable squeeze came again.

When she let go, the small cloth bag was randomly thrown to the top of the tower.

Roll, roll, almost fell.

The two little witches with black lines on their faces saw the mithril glove he was wearing turned into a telescope.

Alchemy is really handy.

While Sam was reassuring himself not to be envious, Vincent had already opened the suitcase and took out the ebony wand.

"The group of witch scum?"

"No, I burned them all."

"Whose is this?"

"Night Demon Xie Yin Patel's, he is a bad wizard trying to trouble my mother."

Even the dead ghosts have been found. I am afraid that they will have to find the retired Legendary Auror to find them.

Unfortunately, Moody is Dumbledore's man.

Sam cast a total of 19 kinds of magic on the cloth bag.

Ordinary staff of the Ministry of Magic may not find the small cloth bag on the ground, but qualified Aurors will definitely notice its mana breath.

The first is to feel curious, then to confirm the danger, and finally to try to open it.

He shivered inexplicably.

Seeing human nature so clearly at the age of 12, the British Ministry of Magic can be regarded as bloody bad luck.

"Wayne, I'm done!"

Vincent pointed his ebony wand at the bag, drawing it towards him.

Hermione and Daphne agreed to take out the binoculars from the suitcase and give Sam another pair.

"Prepare--

emission! "

The small floating cloth bag flew along the Thames to Whitehall in central London, as if equipped with a jet engine.

Its speed was getting slower and slower, flying over several dilapidated buildings, flying over a small bar, and then flying over a wall full of graffiti, and came to the sky above a dirty street.

It landed on the ground with a "click", and it rolled a few times and stopped next to a dilapidated red telephone booth.

Vincent took out the snacks made by Dobby, then took out an ordinary tea set, and finally spread a red blanket on the top of the tower.

Sam twitched the corner of his mouth violently.

Look at the two little witches with worried faces. This is what a child should do.

"Don't you Americans like afternoon tea?"

"I don't like it, I can even say I hate it."

The gnashing of teeth is probably really annoying.

Fortunately, Vincent was well prepared.

He took out a coffee pot, "If you want to drink, make it yourself."

Sam, who was so angry that his teeth were itching, simply sat down.

Anyway, you can run away at any time, and if you want to catch it, you must first catch the mastermind of your own country.

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The second floor of the Ministry of Magic,

Auror Office.

Scrimgeour was going through the compiled statements.

Slade, the number one witch slag, tried his best to reduce his sentence, but in the end it all fell into his hands.

The remaining 52 collectively identified that this guy went there at least once a week, and he has maintained this habit for 7 years.

commutation?Sentence must be increased!

Close the confession and look around the office.

Most of the Aurors were cleaning up Knockturn Alley and Spider's End, and the ones left here were the more junior ones.

"Tonks!"

"Here!" Tonks hurried to his desk.

"Give these statements to Director Burns."

Scrimgeour paused, seemingly hesitating.

Those two mysterious wizards are very familiar with Aurors, so it's best to keep it secret if you want to investigate.

"How is your teacher recently?"

Tonks was stunned for a while, "He's fine, and he went to Germany some time ago."

Moody's nickname is "Mad-Eye", and half of the dark wizards in Azkaban were captured by him.

However, the real reason why he is trusted by wizards is that he once successfully brought all the Aurors who became Death Eaters back on the right track without using the Unforgivable Curse.

Although he has become a little suspicious recently, and has an impulsive and irritable personality, he is a person who truly implements justice.

He couldn't be one of the two mysterious wizards, and most likely captured them himself.

After chatting with Tonks for a while, Scrimgeour has decided to ask the legendary Auror for help.

After explaining his work, he Apparated to the ground.

No more wizards were kidnapped all day, and those 53 witches should be all of them.

I am in a good mood, and people are much more relaxed.

and many more!

Why is there a small cloth bag next to the entrance?

Scrimgeour looked around back and forth as if realizing something.

The witch scum "arrested" are only accomplices, and the real principal culprit is Tash Hemond who was taken away by two mysterious wizards.

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