This Hogwarts is not normal

"Come on, let me introduce you to everyone." Fudge led the Wayne family to the center of the main hall.

Under the watchful eyes of a large number of important officials of the magic governments of various countries, although the Wayne family had countless reasons in their hearts, they all showed due etiquette.

"This is the director of the International Magic Cooperation Office of the French Ministry of Magic, Legoff Adrian."

Introduced by Fudge, Vincent shook hands with Mrs. Zabini's future eighth husband.

He is quite handsome and has a good sense of humor.

It is said that they have been engaged a long time ago, I hope he can be safe and sound.

"This one doesn't need my introduction, does it?"

"Of course not."

The Director of the Auror Office of the Magic Council, an old acquaintance of the Wayne family.

After a somewhat guilty courtesy hug, Vincent looked at him seriously from top to bottom.

The skin tone is a little darker, probably from the sun.

I feel a lot stronger again, I'm afraid I just came out of the South American jungle.

"Mr. Graves, why are you free to come to England?"

"I came here to find someone, and I came here by the way."

The Wayne family appears calm on the surface, but they have already set off a turbulent storm in their hearts.

The thing about asshole Sam?

But it doesn't look like it.

"Ha, I finally found you!" Graves smiled apologetically.

The family of three looked in the direction, and after finding out that it was Minister Weiwu, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

wait -

Vincent had an inexplicable premonition.

This hawk-like Auror has been fighting against the voodoo party all his life, and a group of vampires suddenly appearing in the Japanese magic world will definitely go to inquire about the news.

After all, Sam can clean up at any time, and let Victor run away without a trace.

After he had prayed to Merlin, Fudge introduced several representatives of the International Federation of Wizards.

The previous witch slag incident had been published in newspapers for several days, and their photos and resumes were on it.

The vice president, Babajid Akinbad, graduated from the Waggadu Magic School in Uganda, Africa, and is the current head of the Akinbad family.

Anatoly graduated from the Castello Busche School of Magic in the Brazilian rainforest and enjoys a high reputation in South America.

Kulbsky is an outstanding student of Kodos Dorez School of Magic. Ten years after graduation, he has been elected as the representative of the Russian Magic Union in the federation.

Campbell once served as the Minister of Magic of Australia and graduated from the Armory Dag School of Magic hidden under the Torres Strait.

Ms. Chen, whose real name is Chen Qinglian, is a member of a very mysterious and ancient wizard family in the East.

The only registered magic school in Asia is in India, but the western world has never been able to figure out the big country she lives in since ancient times.

Maybe there are magic cram schools everywhere, and maybe every urban area has a magic street similar to Diagon Alley.

Vincent was visibly more enthusiastic when shaking Ms. Chen's hand.

"If I have the chance, I must visit your country."

"Mr. Wayne, we welcome you at any time."

....Different from Japan's absorption and acceptance of the West, that big eastern country has always adopted an attitude of "discarding the dross and picking the essence" when dealing with new things.

Wands are a good thing, forget about awkward spells and cumbersome casting gestures.

Of course, they are not the only ones coming to the International Association.

The meeting with Chairman Khafre of the Alchemy Association was a warm hug,

"Vincent, I dare say you are the most outstanding genius of this century!"

In two or three months, he will definitely change his mind.

Even if there is no bad-mouthing and smearing, it is indispensable to say something bad.

"Chairman Khafre, the association intends to let me be a judge for next year's alchemy conference? This is not good, after all, I am only 13 years old..."

"I believe in your ability. The popularity of Gwent cards throughout Europe has proved this."

"Um..." Vincent hesitated and said, "I will seriously consider it."

At last he was sent away.

But here comes a real heavyweight.

"Mrs. Olim Maxim," Fudge puffed up his chest slightly, "She is the current headmaster of Beauxbatons, so I don't need to introduce that?"

Of course not.

Having attended the opening ceremony of the French Gwent flagship store, and Nicole's donation to Beauxbaton, Vincent has long had a good impression of her.

Mrs. Maxim made an elegant lady's salute, "Congratulations, Mr. Wayne."

She turned slightly and introduced the students she had brought.

Four girls and one boy.

When they appeared, the surrounding conversation became a little quieter.

Vincent looked curiously at the silver-haired and blue-eyed girl in the middle.

It can be said that she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life, but she is only limited to her appearance.

Even a young and high-ranking wizard like Kulbski was stunned for a while, probably because he possessed some magical talents.

"Hello." The silver-haired girl gently pulled the hem of her skirt, and gave him a lady's salute.

"My name is Fleur, Fleur Insabel Delacour."

Vincent, who had mastered French, circled twice in the air with his right hand, took a step forward with his right toe and bowed slightly, in return for a fairly standard gentleman's salute,

"Fleur Decour—flower of the court.

Miss Delacour, your name is as beautiful as you are. "

Fleur looked a little surprised, "Mr. Wayne, I didn't expect you to be able to speak French."

"Learned a little bit."

Madam Maxim introduced the remaining four students.

Unlike Hogwarts, Beauxbaton and Durmstrang only accept local students, so they have an overwhelming advantage in the number of students.

As for the quality, they are not bad either. Fleur and Sigmund, who are both sixth graders at the beginning of school, are both candidates for the French youth representatives next year.

There are representatives almost every year, not to mention representatives of youth over 16 years old.

After being elected, he will hold this title until he reaches adulthood.

And it is precisely because of the great competition that Sandrine, who is about to enter the seventh grade, will only serve a two-year term.

Vincent is a special case.

Of course, the British Ministry of Magic was not crazy, because he was the best-performing young wizard in the past two years, and the Wizengamot Committee had to make an exception once.

"Just passed his 13th birthday, the youngest youth representative in history! "

Rita on the outermost edge wrote the title.

"Please be quiet." Seeing that the introduction was almost the same, Fudge attracted everyone.

Under the blessing of the amplifying mantra, his voice covered the entire main hall,

"Today is August 1993, 8, and we welcome a new young representative of the Wizengamot to the British wizarding community!"

Fudge stood side by side on Vincent's left, with one hand on his back,

"Without a doubt, Vincent Wayne is the best underage wizard we've had in recent years.

So, I shouldn't need to explain whether the Election Commission is shady, right? "

Most of the guests smiled lightly.

Being able to come to the scene means agreeing with the decision of the British Ministry of Magic.

But there are also a few who disagree.

Like Lucius, or Mrs. Zabini.

It's just that no matter how they disagree, they are all smiling at this moment.

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