This Hogwarts isn't normal.

There is only one word difference between condolences and false questions, but there is a huge difference between them.

The minister pretended to be condolences, and the people pretended to be relieved. It seemed to be happy, but in fact it was undercurrents.

Vincent didn't know what others would think, but he had seen enough of Fudge's ugly face anyway.

But no matter how reluctant he was, he still had to look flattered.

Life is like a play, all depends on acting skills.

After the satisfied Fuji left, his friends unconsciously gave him a thumbs up.

Fred and George recreate the scene just now in a particularly funny way.

"Mr. Wayne, I heard you were going to track down Petr, you weren't injured, are you?"

"No, Mr. Minister, fortunately, Professor Dumbledore is here, otherwise I would not be able to deal with that terrible Lihuo."

George grabbed Fred's hands nervously, "What a blessing in disguise. If you accidentally have something unexpected, it will definitely be an extremely significant loss for the British magic world."

Fred tried to break free from George's hand, "Mr. Minister, you are over-reputable. I can achieve what I have today. In fact, I have to thank the Ministry of Magic for their cultivation of me."

"Mr. Wayne, we can provide you with limited help, all of this depends on your own abilities."

"Mr. Minister, I know very well my ability. If not - hiss...mom, it hurts... it hurts..."

Fred's ears were pulled hard by Molly, who couldn't stand it.

George quickly covered his ears and stepped back.

It’s better not to be embarrassed in front of so many people.

However, he still couldn't escape in the end.

Fortunately, Molly just gave a few words of preaching with the ears of the twins.

Despite the lively atmosphere between them, both adults and children were still in shock.

Sirius glanced at Abuforth and suggested, "It's rare that everyone is here today. Why don't we sit at the Pig Head Bar?"

His proposal was unanimously agreed.

Today, Hogsmeade is particularly quiet, and even the three broom bars that have become lively are quiet.

A mere black magic mark can make the British magic world afraid of this. It is hard to imagine what Voldemort would become after he returns.

Although the pighead bar at the end of the village is small, everyone can barely sit down.

Not long after Vincent sat down, Sirius came over with two wine glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

"Drink?"

"good."

After a glass of wine, Sirius leaned over slightly, speaking very low.

"Do you believe the old liar's prophecy?"

Vincent nodded slightly, "Even Voldemort is afraid of prophecy, and you choose to believe it yourself, right?"

Sirius's face changed slightly, "You dare to say his name, aren't you afraid of being missed by him?"

Vincent took a sip of whiskey, "I must have been missed by him for a long time, and I don't think there is anything scary about him at all."

If you insist on saying anything, it looks particularly scary.

Sirius smiled, "I finally know why I always like to drink with you."

Vincent put down his glass, "Why?"

"Because you give me a lot of the same feeling as Dumbledore, you are all trustworthy people."

Vincent curled his lips, "I don't have the patience to listen to your complaints."

Sirius raised his wine glass, "I don't seem to complain to you, right?"

Vincent's glass gently touched him, "Aren't you still complaining about prophecy to me just now?"

"That doesn't count." Sirius drank the wine in one sip. "You should be able to guess what I'm really worried about, right?"

Vincent followed his gaze and saw Harry's not-so-thin back.

To completely destroy Voldemort, you need to destroy all the Horcruxes, even if they are just a small piece of soul fragment.

Sirius poured his glass full, raised his head and drank it in one sip.

"I heard Dumbledore say that you have ever had a near-death experience?"

"Yes." Vincent looked silently at the golden whiskey liquid in the wine glass, "The professor probably didn't tell you who that person is, right?"

Sirius shook his head, "He said it was one of his old friends, or another of your teachers."

Vincent smiled and glanced at everyone in the bar, "Don't worry, my teacher's magic level is no worse than Professor Dumbledore, and even much better than him in some areas."

Sirius immediately thought of the black magic.

Those who use black magic may not necessarily be black wizards, but those who have studied this deeply will definitely not be good people.

Of course, except for Vincent, who is not affected.

If something happened to Harry...

Sirius was about to pick up the bottle, and Vincent reached out and held his arm.

"As long as Harry is ready, I can take him to see this teacher at any time."

This sentence seemed to have a special magic power, which unconsciously added a lot of confidence to Sirius.

He stared at the blue eyes in a daze, "You really look like Dumbledore."

Vincent let go of his hand and twitched the corner of his mouth, "I shouldn't have brought you back to Hogwarts at the beginning, I should have left you in that cave and fend for yourself."

Sirius had a dark face, as if he had remembered something unpleasant.

At that time, Vincent carefully examined him inside and outside in order to treat his wound.

Although he was a big black dog at that time, he felt inexplicably ashamed whenever he thought of this.

As he thought about it, he suddenly laughed.

Those weekends where you spend the day in Forbidden Forest Party with your kids was really wonderful.

This can temporarily forget that he is wanted and his hatred for Petr.

"Thank you, Vincent."

Vincent thought he had heard it wrong, "What?"

Sirius darkened his face again, "Forget it if you can't hear it, I will only talk once."

"Tsk tsk—" Vincent smacked his lips, "I didn't expect that, Dahei, you are such a sentimental person."

Xiao Hei's name when it was Sirius or Black Dog, Big Hei is what the children now call him.

Sirius poured himself a drink in a depressed mood, "I'm not an annoying person like snot. Keeping words in my heart will only make people feel bad."

Vincent was a little surprised.

He knows Snape quite well.

The old saying is true, and the one who knows you best is your enemy.

"What? Is there something dirty on my face?"

Vincent shook his head, glanced around and then started gossiping, "How did you fight Snape?"

Sirius thought for a moment, "You're not happy with him. James and I hated him very much at first sight when we were on the train."

Sirius may be, and James may not be.

Maybe it was because of jealousy, or wanted to attract attention, but in short, if there was no such glance, Harry would have a high probability of his surname being Snape.

No wonder they love and hate.

However, with the twisted personality of the old bat, Lily is particularly popular in school, so even without James, it would be quite unlucky.

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