This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The streets of London at two o'clock in the morning were not quiet at all.

Bars open all night, young men and women dressed in trendy clothes, secret transactions that could not be seen in the light...

Vincent took Hermione and appeared in a dark alley.

Perhaps they could not stand the noisy noise outside, and they quickly disappeared in the black and white vortex.

Charing Cross Road was particularly quiet, but there were still a few shops open.

The Leaky Cauldron was one of them.

Vincent did not plan to go through the main entrance, but took Hermione to appear again.

This time, they appeared at the end of Knockturn Alley.

At the end of the dirty and messy street, a pyramid-like building about 60 feet high and nearly six stories high can be vaguely seen.

Its outer wall is a mysterious material like obsidian, engraved with many symbols commonly used in alchemy.

The lines are white, which is particularly conspicuous under the night.

Vincent let go of his hand, "We're here."

Hermione said "um" softly and followed him quietly.

After all, Fallen Heaven is a gang of dark wizards. It would be a lie to say that I am not nervous.

When approaching the alchemy shop, the top of the tower suddenly split from the middle and opened left and right like a door.

A graceful figure appeared on it.

"Da——"

She "stepped" on the air outside the pyramid and "walked" down in a hurry.

Cecilia, dressed in a black business suit, stopped in front of Vincent and said respectfully: "You are here, Chairman."

"Is everyone here?"

"Yes."

Vincent turned sideways, "Hermione, this is the financial officer of my store, the charming angel Cecilia."

"The chairman is joking." Cecilia nodded at Hermione,

"I am not a charming angel, this is just my code name."

The kindness she released made Hermione feel a lot more at ease.

According to the introduction just now, Cecilia guessed who the anonymous person was and associated him with Yamamoto.

Not only is her IQ high, but her EQ is also high.

"Hello, Miss Cecilia. "Hermione extended her hand to her.

Cheshia shook hands politely, "Hello, Miss Granger."

"Do you know me?"

"Of course." She smiled, "My brother is in the second year at Hogwarts. He said you are the best girl after the chairman."

Her brother should be a student of Slytherin College, and he is likely to be a member of the Owl Court Club recently.

A name suddenly appeared in Hermione's mind, "Is it Cody?"

Cheshia was a little surprised, "Cody, he is right, you are really good."

"No." Hermione was very humble,

"The vice president of our club is in the seventh grade this year. He said he has no time to deal with the application for membership. I just happened to take over his job.

Accurately perceive inconspicuous clues and then deduce the correct answer based on them.

They all have the same thinking logic, and it seems that they will have many common topics.

Although I really want to get to know them in depth, it is obviously not the time now.

"Chairman, Miss Granger, please follow me."

Vincent shrugged at Hermione and followed him to the pyramid-shaped alchemy shop.

Checia lifted her foot and "stepped" on the air, turned back and explained to Hermione who was full of doubts:

"Miss Granger, this is actually a magic staircase with detection function.

The chairman hopes that the alchemy shop can have a unique way to enter the store, so Bo Yi and Samm racked their brains to arrange it..."

Area magic usually interferes with each other.

Without affecting the effect, the two of them can arrange three, which is the limit.

One, detect whether the visitor is hostile;

Two, decide whether to generate an invisible magic barrier to serve as stair steps;

Three, maintain and repeatedly operate the above two effects.

When Hermione first stepped on the invisible magic barrier, she was a little nervous, worried that it would not be able to withstand falling, or that it would not be able to react to her next step in time.

But after walking a short distance, she realized that these seemingly complicated magics were actually much more solid than she imagined.

Fallen Heaven is indeed a gang of black wizards who do things for money, but that doesn't mean they only destroy and kill.

With a faint smile on her face, she quickly caught up with Vincent.

Under the pyramid spires that separated on the left and right, there was a small section of invisible magic stairs.

Vincent stood outside for a while.

The platinum corridor with the traceless extension spell was somewhat monotonous. He wanted to create a sense of mystery with unique appeal.

"Chairman?" Cecilia's expression was extremely nervous.

"If you are not satisfied with the decoration here, we will tear it down and rebuild it immediately!"

"No need to be so troublesome." Vincent continued to walk down, "Put some disassembled alchemical products and put them in photo frames."

Alchemy is full of mystery in the eyes of ordinary wizards.

Instead of hiding it, it is better to actively show part of it to increase its appeal.

Cecilia almost understood his intention in seconds, "Chairman, this idea is too great!"

It's not a compliment, but real admiration.

At such a young age, he has such a precise grasp of human nature.

It seems that working under him is pretty good?

As soon as Cecilia's thoughts came to her mind, she suddenly realized something even more terrifying.

Including the former leader Lucifer, the attitudes of the seven of them changed from fear at the beginning to more or less admiration now.

Mass-produce alchemical tools, lower the threshold, and make it a commodity that ordinary wizards can afford.

She didn't believe that Vincent didn't understand that the emergence of alchemical products would stand in opposition to countless alchemists.

But he still did it, and he was full of confidence.

"Chairman, Miss Granger, please come in." Cecilia pushed open the door at the end of the platinum corridor.

Inside was an empty showroom, and the remaining six people of Fallen Heaven all stood respectfully on both sides.

"Good evening, Chairman." Lucifer, dressed in a black suit, bowed with them.

Hermione was slightly stunned and looked at them tentatively.

Not to mention that they didn't look like dark wizards at all, they wouldn't feel out of place even if they were thrown into the streets of London.

Letting them live on Oxford Street before was probably to make them less conspicuous.

Obviously, Vincent succeeded.

"Good evening, everyone." He walked forward with a smile.

"Nice hairstyle, Abraham."

Abraham, who used to have the most complaints, cut his long hair and combed it into a very straight slicked back hairstyle.

"Thank you for the compliment from the chairman." Abraham straightened his chest.

Mayin Yami and Xila seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

As workers, we must have the awareness of workers.

The leader is always wise, and what the leader says is always right.

Since they are asked not to be so eye-catching, then they should do everything they can to become more ordinary.

Eyes, expressions, movements, clothes...

Let alone dark wizards, if you don't look closely, they are just like Muggles.

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