This Hogwarts is not normal

Sales of the Daily Prophet went up.

Whether Muggles or wizards, most of them are ordinary good people.

They believed whatever the newspaper wrote.

With the leadership of a wise minister like Fudge, the magic world will definitely become better and better.

The editor-in-chief Gu Fei, who has tasted the sweetness, decided to add a special report.

The appearance of "Daily Affairs of the Ministry of Magic" marks another round of sales growth.

The government has always been full of mysteries, so of course you have to understand it if you have the opportunity.

When Vincent quickly finished researching the equipment of the Bugatti depot, Rita went to the Ministry of Magic again with the photographer she poached from the former newspaper.

Outside the minister's office, she was arranging her gorgeous bright green gown.

"Bozuo, your tie is crooked."

The tall, thin photographer in a suit frantically tidied up.

"Knock Knock-"

"Come in."

Rita led him into the office.

Fudge was in a good mood, making tea and reading the newspaper.

Today's topic is the Auror office, which not only vividly describes their ordinary day, but also captures the witch slags before the end praises them.

[With such an efficient law enforcement team, I believe that if there is another dark wizard like that who can't even say his name, the British Ministry of Magic will be able to catch him in Azkaban in time——]

A small compliment every day, a small sublimation every day.

Fudge put away the newspaper and invited the two to sit on the sofa nearby.

"My big reporter, the interview can begin."

Rita flipped through her little notebook, "Mr. Minister, I hope you can fulfill your promise after this."

"of course."

What was exchanged for a well-crafted interview was the opportunity to restart the report on the wizard card scam.

Although there are only a few days left before the final trial, she believes that her reputation will definitely be raised to a higher level.

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Italy, Campo Galliano.

Vincent sat in a black four-seater coupe with a notebook full of writing.

Eric, who was driving, seemed a little excited.

After more than a week of research, I was finally able to make the production line of the alchemy version.

Back at the hotel, the family of three hurriedly closed the door and drew the curtains like children.

Opening the mithril suitcase, Vincent first hugged Googoo to Yin Fulin, and then took out a large piece of memory alloy.

Iron-copper alloys are harder, but high-intensity work can easily fatigue the metal, which can lead to deformation and fracture.

Without using a magic wand, the metal block was divided into three parts purely by its own mana.

There are two cuboids, one long and one short, and the last one is shaped into dozens of small parts.

It wasn't the first time that Eric and Yin Fulin marveled at the wonder of magic in a low voice.

The small parts are connected by the magic circuit carved by the ebony wand, and finally form a metal palm with a simple appearance.

The two cuboids are also connected together, and the longer one is connected to the metal palm.

Vincent raised his wand slightly and pointed upwards, and the metal arm immediately made a flexion of the elbow.

The tip of the stick lightly tapped his right arm, and every time he moved his metal arm, he made the same movement.

There's a lag, and it's still clumsy to move around.

"Mom and Dad, I made it!"

A retractable magic loop acts as a hydraulic lever, and the magic applied to the right hand replaces the electrical signal.

Then polish the structure and appearance, the performance should not be much different from Nico's puppet.

The Wayne couple couldn't figure out the reason, but they all let him perform magic on their arms like children.

It's not really flexible, it's better than being able to work with high intensity.

It can be used to smelt metal or forge and process parts, and can also perform more tedious assembly tasks.

After setting up a complete workflow and placing various arms with different functions on the assembly line, the alchemy factory will automatically start production.

Day and night.

"Gu Gu!" The honorable Master Gu Gu also wanted to try it.

But it has no fingers, and can only swing the metal arm back and forth.

Hearing the ridicule of Wayne and his son, it fell into Yin Fulin's arms very hurt.

"Little baby, don't be too sad." She took out the menu in the room,

"Come on, just order whatever you want."

Eric's laughter stopped abruptly.

Italy's consumption level is lower than that of the UK, but it can't stand Cuckoo's little wings pointing at random.

"Dad, look away." Vincent flicked the metal arm on his hand,

"With this thing, we will earn a lot of money back in the future."

Speaking of this, Eric frowned again.

They can indeed make a lot of money, but they are all Galleons.

If the car factory closes down, it will close down, or the whole family will move into the magic world.

Thinking of this made him feel better.

After a hearty lunch, Vincent created two much smaller metal arms.

The big one is in charge of forging, the small one is in charge of assembly, and the smallest one is in charge of finishing.

Replace the palm with a sharp silver iron knife head, and you can easily complete the cutting of the memory alloy.

The first six steps of alchemy are performed by them, and only the final shaping requires the use of an alchemist.

It not only guarantees the efficiency, but also greatly reduces the cost, and has done enough confidentiality work.

When the Wayne family fell asleep with sweet dreams, Fudge, who had recently woken up laughing from his dreams, could no longer laugh.

Italy is 1 hour ahead of the UK, and it is already more than 1:[-] in the morning.

Something happened in the magic world, and it was a major event that had never been heard before.

Put on your suit and felt hat, and walk out of the house with Scrimgeour.

"Minister, without the help of magic, he can't get back to the shore from the sea alone."

Fudge seemed in no mood to speak.

By the time the Aurors were fully armed and gathered at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, only 10 minutes had passed.

"set off!"

Following his order, the Auror office and senior officials disappeared into a black and white vortex.

North Sea, Azkaban.

Perhaps because of the seriousness of the matter, none of those present seemed to be affected by the dementors.

Senior Undersecretary Umbridge snapped at the wizarding guards who rotated here once a week:

"Barton! Tell the truth about the situation when you found out that Sirius was missing!"

The young guard named Barton broke out in a cold sweat, and explained the whole process in a bumpy manner.

Two hours ago, at midnight, he was on his routine bedtime patrol.

There are no abnormalities on the 1st to 12th floors, and the corner of the last floor is as quiet as usual.

At first, of course, I didn't notice something was wrong, after all, the quilt on the bed was bulging.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the lantern in his hand accidentally touched the fence.

With a sound of "Ding Bang", the prisoners were all woken up.

The people living on this floor are all vicious dark wizards.

There was laughter and scolding again, and the young Barton raised his hand and slapped him.

After beating and beating, he finally found something was wrong.

After all the trouble, the cell in the corner was still quiet.

With the thought of collecting the prisoner's body, he opened the cell door and walked in.

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