This Hogwarts is not normal

After Tonks left, Sam, who was warmly greeting the two little customers, immediately "revealed his true colors".

He took off his coat, unbuttoned his tie, and unbuttoned the collar of his white shirt.

"Strangle me!"

Vincent was quite speechless.

If you compare goods, you have to throw them away, and if you compare people, you have to die.

It was his request that was too high.

"What are you doing?" Sam came over lazily, picked up a plate of snacks that he didn't eat much,

"She's only just become an Auror, so she'll have to put on a good show."

"Oh—" Vincent sighed helplessly,

"Do you think everyone is like you?

Tonks really loves the Auror job, you just saw how uncomfortable she is. "

Without the approval of his superiors, he could only stay on Diagon Alley South Street.

Sam swallowed the little snack he hadn't chewed a few times,

"That's because your Ministry of Magic is too pedantic. There are not many Aurors who have passed all the training in two years."

He glanced at the wanted notice with disdain,

"The Auror who came here to post this stuff said he was the team leader, and his level of magic is not as good as the two in your family."

No matter how bad it is, the Iron Armor Curse should still be decent.

"I just cast a disarming spell and he flew out." Sam sat down triumphantly,

"If he hadn't said he brought you here, this thing would never have been posted."

Vincent twitched the corners of his mouth, "I think you can pack your luggage and run away overnight."

"Impossible." Sam shrugged indifferently, "I've already beaten that kid."

Is this what an Auror who has won the Medal of Honor of the Magic Council can say?

"I'm not an Auror now." He reclined lazily on the chair,

"It's up to me whether he's Director Auror or Minister for Magic."

The cowhide got louder and louder, and Vincent simply pretended not to hear it.

But according to what he said, Tonks' level is actually not bad.

At least it is stronger than the Auror captain who flew out, which can be felt from the mana breath that escaped when she changed her face.

Director Rufus Scrimgeour is said to be a hawk, so he shouldn't target a fledgling Auror.

Gender discrimination is even more impossible. The magic world has always advocated the supremacy of strength, and there are only a few differences between male and female wizards.

birth discrimination...

Vincent shook his head and stopped thinking about the reason why Tonks was treated differently.

"Sam, show me your latest performance statement."

"what?"

"Performance sheet, don't tell me I didn't do it."

Sam smiled and stood up, "I'll bring it to you right away!"

Ten minutes later, he brought back a stack of papers exuding a faint fragrance.

Smell it carefully, it turned out to be the smell of ink.

If it wasn't for the good profit, I'm afraid they would have closed the door and beat people up.

5 were sold in May and 8864 were sold in June.

Excluding the 100 galleons for the rent of the store, he can earn more than [-] gallons a month.

Compared with the previous losses, the profits can be described as considerable.

In addition to those from abroad, the monthly income is more than [-].

It's the first time to do business, and what you earn is word of mouth and reputation.

His complexion turned from cloudy to sunny.

Sam was completely relieved.

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After spending two pleasant days in a good mood, Vincent came to the Ministry of Magic alone on Saturday morning. ...and just happened to meet Dumbledore when we got into the elevator.

"Morning, professor."

"Good morning."

There was a smile on the corner of Dumbledore's mouth, something good should have happened.

Walking into the hall, all the gentlemen sat on the sofa and waited.

Mrs. Zabini's cold eyes swept over.

Vincent quickly hid behind him, exaggeratedly scared.

Of course those who knew knew it was pretending, but there were not many Ministry of Magic employees in the whole hall.

"Hey—" a sneer suddenly sounded behind him.

Snape, who was walking silently, went straight past the two of them, and sat opposite Lucius, as light as the wind.

Vincent gave a thumbs up rather cryptically.

The worse their relationship was, the less likely they were together.

The reason why Dumbledore was smiling was probably because he had given the gold medal undercover a mission.

As long as there was news of Voldemort's return, Snape would know immediately.

After completely gaining trust, the most survivable Dark Lord might be calculated to death.

Time flies very slowly today,

Waiting for half an hour felt like a whole day.

Lucius whispered a few words to Snape, and then seemed to tell Mrs. Zabini to calm down with his eyes.

Not as scary, but still full of resentment.

Vincent joked to Dumbledore: "Professor, should I tell the story of her going to Knockturn Alley to hire someone later?"

"Connelly will thank you." Dumbledore teased:

"That way, your Wizengamot British representative will be able to remove 'Youth'."

The confession of the two bodyguards in the family means that the mysterious justice forces mentioned by Rita are not fabricated indiscriminately.

The Ministry of Magic didn't want to lose face, so the hush money it gave must be full of sincerity.

It's a pity that there will be crazy targeting afterwards, otherwise I can really think about it.

Compared with the old and the young who chatted more and more happily, the old men all had dark faces.

Snape, who had a gloomy face all day long, didn't feel out of place sitting with them, and he should even appear here.

"Lucretia, remember not to talk nonsense later, the jury we bought is not enough to manipulate the entire trial."

Madame Zabini pursed her lips and agreed with great reluctance.

Lucius told Old Parkinson and the others some precautions, and it was time to enter the arena.

As soon as she sat down in the dock of the tenth courtroom, Rita entered with a photographer.

The news lately was all about Sirius, and her few stories about wizard cards didn't grab much.

With a full set of Muggle professional equipment, it seems that they are determined to make a big news.

Fudge the bastard!

The elegant and decent Lucius kept cursing inwardly.

The reason for agreeing with Rita to bring the photographer in to observe can only be to reduce the enthusiasm for Sirius' escape.

But after all, it was the first prisoner in Azkaban who successfully escaped from prison, and most of the people who were cheated by the wizard card were black businessmen who could not get on the table.

In the worst case, in addition to fines, compensation for ordinary people's losses will be added at most.

It was impossible to intervene in the trial unless Fudge wanted to tear himself apart.

The tormented waiting process did not last long.

When the jury composed of members of the Wizengamot had all entered, and Fudge and Umbridge, who had been belatedly, also took their seats, the presiding judge Amelia Bones got up and announced the opening of the court.

"After the last trial, the court decided to accept the evidence provided by the witness Rita Skeeter, and had a lot of face-to-face exchanges with several Muggle studies experts."

There were bursts of small exclamations from the auditorium.

She was not disturbed, and continued with a serious expression:

"After this period of discussion, we agreed that the wizard card is extremely suspected of fraud."

The faces of the six people in the dock were calm, and they didn't seem to be worried at all.

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