This Hogwarts is not normal

Under the premise of not violating the principles of time magic, the greatest use of the Time Turner is to obtain nearly infinite time.Poor

Others only live one day, but the two little wizards who use it can live countless days.

The celebration party in the alchemy shop lasted until after 8 o'clock in the morning.

"Aha—" Vincent yawned, "It's already morning."

He shook his head, "We have to go back to catch up on sleep."

Today is Sunday, but you must maintain an appropriate distance with your subordinates, neither too close nor too far away.

Lucifer patted his big face, "Chairman, let me see you off."

"No need." Vincent took the suitcase and stood up.

"You guys have a good rest, there are still a lot of things waiting for you."

Hermione said goodbye to Cecia, and left the alchemy shop after him.

Knockturn Alley during the day does not look as weird as the nighttime atmosphere, but it is also eerily quiet.

Vincent took out two black robes with hoods, "Put them on, it's hard for wizards here to tell good from bad, and it will be troublesome if you follow Apparition to find them."

Hermione put on her robe and hood, covering herself completely.

"Don't be nervous, those wizards dare not do it."

His reassurance seemed to have backfired.Poor

Although the wizards living here have more or less difficulties, she is not so simple as to think that this place is safe.

What's more, the Ministry of Magic has withdrawn the Aurors, and no amount of caution can be overstated.

After walking out of the alley, some wizards dressed in black robes and hoods of the same style stood scattered on the street.

Some were looking at the two wantonly, and some were discussing something in a low voice.

"Wait a minute, these two live at the end of the alley!"

A wizard who couldn't tell the gender stopped and walked back, probably wanting to come over to make trouble.

Vincent walked quietly, showing no sign of fear at all.Poor

Hermione, who was behind her, clenched her small fists the whole time, and began to understand why he dared to be so unscrupulous.

When the alchemy store was being renovated, it must have experienced countless troubles.

It turned out that, without exception, they all suffered.

After walking out of Knockturn Alley, there is a dirty and narrow alley leading to Diagon Alley.

Even though they couldn't see other figures or hear other voices, the two of them knew that they were being watched by many eyes.

Maybe it was because the power of "living in the alley" was too great, they just quietly watched the two leave.

As soon as she arrived in Diagon Alley, Hermione was panting heavily.Poor

She didn't complain, just stared at Vincent fiercely.

"Promise there will be no next time!"

If it was someone else, he would probably have been beaten long ago.

Walking out of the Leaky Cauldron to Charing Cross Road, Hermione lifted the hood she was wearing.

She pouted, "Isn't it a bit ostentatious to perform Apparation in broad daylight?"

"No." Vincent pointed to the back alley of the clothing store opposite, "I used to go back like this the few times I came here."

She couldn't find any loopholes at all, and she seemed even more unhappy.Poor

Sullen took his hand, and came to a remote street after a short while.

A bit familiar, probably not in London.

Hermione turned her head sideways, "Is the next stop King's Cross?"

Vincent spread his hands, "No way, I know these places the most."

From Charing Cross to Oxford Street, King's Cross to the Scottish Highlands.

The route is easy to guess, and the locations chosen are very remote.

The two were very lucky not to be found.Poor

Dementors certainly don't count.

Vincent raised his wand subconsciously, "Call God to protect—"

Before the spell could be blurted out, Hermione tugged at his arm,

"It's broad daylight now, maybe it's going to be on the news."

Vincent swallowed the last syllable and glared fiercely at the dozen or so dementors in the sky.

The Forbidden Forest was like this, it was like this last night, and it is still like this now.

"The lingering stinky guy..." He raised his wand down and brought Hermione to another plain in the Scottish Highlands.Poor

The dementors slammed on the brakes and chased after them.

Just as the dizziness disappeared, the bone-piercing cold struck again.

Although Vincent couldn't perceive this, Hermione knew the dementor was coming from the tightly pressed lips.

Let's say they are dedicated, they are not Sirius.

Let's say they are not dedicated, but they are indeed chasing after them.

"feelling better?"

Hermione let go of her furrowed brows, her eyes were stubborn,

"Go to Hogsmeade directly, I know you are considering my feelings, so you don't go too far every time."

Vincent took a deep breath and concentrated on revealing his followers.

As soon as the black and white vortex sucked them in, a strong sense of suffocation and dizziness came.

Depressed, unable to move.

It seemed to be swept into the deep sea, and it seemed to be buried in the ground.

Tired, very tired.

This is how Vincent feels.Poor

He showed up in Hogsmeade's cave holding Hermione's hand, and almost lost his footing and fell.

A few more holes in the black robes on the outside of the two of them is already the best result.

"Hoohoo——" Hermione panted heavily, and was supported by him to sit on the side.

His whole body was sore, as if he had been severely beaten.

Vincent was no better.

He lay directly on the ground, "I feel like I'm back—back when I was just learning—just learning to Apparate."

Every additional foot adds a multiplied burden, and minion reveal doubles again on top of that.Poor

The exhaustion came and went quickly.

He was feeling better, but Hermione still didn't have the strength to move.

Vincent took out a bottle of golden euphoria, "Come on, open your mouth."

Hermione blushed and opened her small mouth, drinking the potion little by little.

The Potions Master's work was fantastic, and she recovered quickly.

"Da da da—" footsteps suddenly came from outside.

The only one who came here at this time was Mr. Bork, a black market businessman.Poor

Vincent took out his alder wand, expertly performed body transformation, and restored the black robes on the two of them.

Putting on the hood, revealing a few strands of greasy long black hair.

Hermione twitched her lips.

Although I knew that his imitation was very similar, I didn't expect it to be so similar.

"Let's go." The lowered voice was completely different, but the tone was perfectly restored.

Not to mention Mr. Bork, few people in the school could tell the difference.

Judging from the fact that he completed the cross-dressing almost subconsciously, he might not often show off in Snape's appearance.Poor

A habitual bandit must be a habitual bandit!

"Mr. Snape?" Mr. Bork was a little surprised, "Long time no see, I didn't expect you to be so early today."

S. Vincent Knapp let out a cold snort with his nose, and walked straight past him.

Hermione, who was fully covered behind, also hurriedly followed.

Mr. Bork dared not speak out.

The wizard card caused him a lot of losses, and he invested all his savings of more than ten years.

If there is any business that is sure to make a profit these days, it is the perfect potion brewed by the potion master.Poor

But in which era, they are all hard currency in the market.

"I didn't expect Mr. Snape to like little girls..."

Mr. Bork muttered under his breath.

Early in the morning, lonely men and widows stayed in this deserted cave.

Such a big difference in height, beast!

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