This Hogwarts is not normal

It is undoubtedly a very bad option to pass the time in the principal's office.

Just after coming in, the portraits of the principal who usually pretended to be dozing off opened their eyes and stared at Vincent.

One did not do anything wrong, and the other was not guilty.

Scalp numbness does not exist, but discomfort is certain.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the house-elf brought hot tea and sweets.

"Professor, is this rest?"

"Yes to me."

Vincent took a sip of tea with a dark face.

There are no entertainment items in the principal's office, and the only thing that can barely be counted is the Gwent card.

Ten battles and ten victories are too boring.

"Albus, you should have listened to me just now, Godric Gryffindor can't beat Salazar Slytherin!"

Principal Blake is indeed the most unpopular principal among the students, and he will interrupt as long as he watches the battle.

Dumbledore snatched up a slippery mass of jelly slugs on a candy plate without saying a word, smiling,

"Vincent, are you sure you don't want some?"

Each one has a weirder shape than the other, and I will definitely have diarrhea after eating it.

"I'm pretty sure and sure."

"It's such a shame." Dumbledore sucked the slippery jelly slug into his mouth.

After chewing for a while, he showed an expression that was still unfinished,

"It tastes great! The students will love the amazing texture of this candy!"

Vincent's eyelids fluttered wildly.

He didn't know about the others, but at least Ron didn't like it.

"Professor, are you still here?"

Dumbledore waved at the Gwent cards on the table and stacked them back on the shelf.

"No, let's talk about your alchemy shop."

Speaking of this, Vincent became energetic.

In his plan, the alchemy store will be as comprehensive as a Muggle shopping mall in the future, and only imagination can limit its development.

"Bullshit!" Principal Black shook his head disdainfully,

"What's so good about Muggle stuff, our stuff is much better than theirs!"

Headmaster Dai Lisi De Wente scolded him:

"Since you hate Muggle things so much, why didn't you find a better magical vehicle to replace the school bus when you were in office?"

"I..." Principal Black choked.

There are not many vehicles that can accommodate nearly a thousand students and are safe enough to hide.

Beauxbaton was not short of money, so he directly picked up the students in a carriage drawn by a talisman horse.

Turmstrang's school bus is a magically transformed ghost ship that's massive but submersible.

The Institute of Magic is not a complete boarding school. Students under the age of 11 ride giant petrels to school every day.

Kodos Dorez is located in the coldest central region of the Kamchatka Peninsula, only in summer the temperature is not below zero, and it is covered by heavy snow all year round.

Maozi was tough, and so was Wizard Maozi.

Their school does not have a school bus, and they have to find their own way to get to school.

Those who ski, those who swim, those who ride bears...

Principal Black interjected in a low voice:

"It's not like before, just give the school bus back to Muggles, and let parents send their children to school according to tradition."

Principal Dippet next to him joked, "You old bastard is getting back as you live."

"Fart!" Headmaster Blake raised his eyebrows,

"Even their own children can't be safely sent to school, these parents simply accompany their children to re-read!"

That being said, it's almost the 21st century now.

This is an era when seeing UFOs can make headlines, unlike the future when photographing real things will be called special effects.

"Professor, let's talk about ours."

"Are you sure you don't want to try the new product?"

Vincent shook his little head like a rattle.

The jelly slug looks very special, and it tastes very special.

The top taste should only belong to the top people, and it is better for ordinary little wizards to stay at a respectful distance.

More and more principals joined in the quarrel, but no matter how loud their voices were, they could not affect the two people at the table.

"Professor, do you have any news from the teacher?"

"Don't take Nico's idea, it's not like you don't know his character."

If one word is used to describe Nico, then the most suitable one is technical nerd.

Having lived for more than 600 years and seeing all kinds of life and death, there must not be too many friends who really make friends.

Vincent blinked his eyes wide.

Dumbledore shook his head dumbfounded, "Newt and I will show up at critical moments."

"Professor, I have a bad heart." Vincent sighed heavily,

"I want to touch the interests of the International Alchemy Association, and those old men will definitely make trouble."

The outside world is now either guessing that it is the second branch of Gwent brand in the UK, or guessing that it is an alchemy prop store.

Mass-produced products with high cost performance?

I really dare not even think about it.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "No one can take care of everything, even me."

In the best case, the International Alchemy Association jumps in a hurry, and in the worst case...

The Ministry of Magic might come forward to put pressure on it, and Fudge might show his vampire side.

Vincent was not disappointed by his response.

Dumbledore is such a person, he would rather believe that he will find his way back than admit that he is obsessed.

If Voldemort hadn't been killed on a large scale, the Order of the Phoenix probably wouldn't have been formed.

On the other hand, Grindelwald is a decisive person who rarely hesitates.

Without the quarrel more than 100 years ago, the whole world would have completed a new round of reshuffle long ago. At least wizards no longer need to hide.

"Ah—" Amidst the heated quarrels among the principals, Vincent sighed for a long time.

He turned the teacup in front of him into earmuffs, closed his eyes and fell asleep after wearing them.

After 11 o'clock in the evening, the principals stopped arguing.

Opinions are not unified, but the school bus is here to stay.

Just after midnight, all the candy in the plate was emptied.

Dumbledore looked at Vincent quite speechlessly.

Of course he knew he couldn't wake someone who was pretending to be asleep, so he didn't even try.

I'm already quite old, wouldn't it be good to change someone else?

Maybe it was Merlin's blessing, Vincent slowly opened his eyes.

"Professor, what time is it?"

"It's just after midnight."

Vincent glanced at his watch, looking a little embarrassed,

"I'm really sorry to interrupt your precious rest time."

Dumbledore pretended not to see his smug eyes, "It doesn't matter, I often sit down and think alone at night."

There is no sense of guilt, especially in the face of the old man Deng.

Vincent thumped his shoulder a few times, "Then professor, it's getting late, I'll go back today."

"Okay." Dumbledore smiled calmly.

If there is a first time, there will be a second time.

Pretend to be asleep today, maybe I will really sleep tomorrow, and I don’t know what to do the day after tomorrow.

Vincent's eyes full of meaning seemed to mean that the following days would not be peaceful.

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