This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Although the French magic world regards Vincent as his own, he will not easily express his true thoughts.

"Uncle Osmand, it's too early to worry about this now. Muggle's Internet has just been born, so it will take ten or twenty years to develop, right?"

Russell smiled a little self-deprecatingly, "It's true that I'm worried about it."

Vincent quietly observed his reaction, "In fact, it is not harmful to have a deep understanding of Muggles. At least they should face up to their technological development so that they can formulate response strategies in advance."

Russell thought a little and patted his shoulder, "I didn't expect you to have a lot of ideas. We have always understood Muggles too one-sidedly."

There is no rejection, this is a good beginning.

Vincent shook his head modestly, "Muggle's technology is changing with each passing day, and it is never a solution for us to continue to be passive."

This sentence really goes to Russell's heart.

First face up to the prejudice against Muggles, and then take the initiative to understand them in depth. Although it cannot effectively solve the survival difficulties in the future, it can further reduce the risk of your own exposure.

The Ministry of Magic cannot cast the forgetting spell from door to door. The venom of the curled Winged Demon can only eliminate painful memories after being reasonably diluted, and large-scale forgetting magic cannot permanently erase memories.

But if it's a black wizard...

Russell sighed at Vincent, "I heard that your country has not been peaceful recently."

The reappearance of the Dark Magic Mark was almost witnessed by wizards across the UK through broadcasting. The British Ministry of Magic could not even block the domestic news, and it was abnormal that it did not spread abroad.

Vincent moved his wrist a little, "It's just some big-lived mice. The one they rescued was just something I caught some time ago."

It is indeed a great life for the little dwarf Peter to escape successfully.

Russell looked at his confident eyes and said in a deep voice: "Vincent, I know you are very capable, but they are a group of unscrupulous, unethical madmen. Your life is far more valuable than them. Much more.”

"Uncle Osmand, I understand what you mean." Vincent's eyes were still full of confidence. "You know I'm not a reckless person, and I won't fight them head-on."

Russell felt relieved and patted his strong shoulders hard, "If the situation in the UK is not right, you can come to us at any time. The French magic circle will always welcome you."

This kindness from the heart made Vincent feel particularly warm.

"Uncle Osmand, I will."

Although he said this, he hoped in his heart that Russell's promise would never be fulfilled.

The situation in the UK is so serious that it is impossible to stay, that is, Voldemort led the Death Eaters to successfully occupy the Ministry of Magic under Dumbledore's nose.

The chat ended and Vincent continued to get busy.

As the evening approached, the magic projectors with a total of more than 50 units were finally debugged.

The Ministry of Magic staff must stay here to protect the equipment, and Russell also needs to go back to process some documents.

After saying goodbye to them, Vincent and Hermione Phantom appeared and returned to England.

They held hands and walked on the bustling streets of London.

When they passed by the Eggplant Restaurant, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"I don't know if Chef Ramsey is here today."

"It shouldn't be so accidental again."

While the two were having a romantic candlelight dinner, Lucius, wearing an expensive satin coat, walked into the Ministry of Magic.

After the Dark Mark reappeared, he received Fudge's "invitation" almost every day.

Sometimes it is to assist in the investigation, sometimes it is to ask questions alone, or even just drink tea and chat.

Lucius didn't know who saved Peter the little dwarf. The Death Eaters usually wear masks when they were doing it. If it weren't for someone who was trying to protect themselves, he wouldn't have known that there were so many acquaintances.

Of course he is not the only one who has this special treatment. Old Nott and former Death Eaters such as Old Crab also received the same treatment.

What should be asked, what should be said is just spending money to buy "indulgences", and the Malfoy family is not short of this little Jin Jialong.

Lucius, holding a luxurious snake-headed cane, came out of the elevator and walked slowly towards Foggy's office.

"Knock--"

"Come in."

He opened the door and the first thing he saw was a face full of hypocrisy.

"Oh-Lucius, my friend, you're finally here."

Fudge was very enthusiastic today and his attitude was completely different from before.

Lucius put on the same hypocritical mask and opened his hands to give him a gentle hug.

"Mr. Minister, I'm not late, right?"

Fuji shook his head with a smile on his face, "Of course not, my friend."

The two of them sat down in front of the coffee table and chatted very politely.

After a lot of topics without nutrition, Forge suddenly complained: "Ah... there have been so many things recently. There are not enough staff in the department, so we have to prepare for the World Cup final."

Lucius cursed in his heart.

This greedy old guy couldn't get useful information from them, and he really had the idea of ​​their family wealth.

If people can't be found, they will be sucked all the time. After being completely drained, they will never find anyone. They will definitely become scapegoats who have no value.

Lucius, who was cursing in his heart, showed a concerned expression on his face, "People are tense? Mr. Minister, what can I do for the Ministry of Magic?"

Fuji was happy, but he looked frowning on the surface, "It's still an old problem, there's not enough funds."

Lucius took out a small velvet cloth bag from his arms very generously, "Mr. Minister, I happened to have some spare money lately, and I hope it will help you."

Fudge quickly pushed the wallet back, "Lucius, isn't it hard for me to do this?"

Difficult to do? Isn’t the subtext that I just think that the money is small?

No matter how high Lucius' cultivation is, he couldn't help but curse again in his heart.

After all, he is a well-known and decent person, and his expression management is still very good.

He pushed the wallet over again, "Mr. Minister, this is the funds I donated to the Ministry of Magic in my private name. In a few days, I will contact various families to hold a fundraising. I hope our slim power can help the Ministry of Magic .”

This time, Fudge did not refuse and put his wallet in his pocket openly, "My friend, thank you for your support and trust in the Ministry of Magic as always. We will definitely overcome this difficulty safely."

Lucius pretended to be a little overwhelmed, "Mr. Minister, the duty of our pure-blooded wizards is to advance and retreat with the Ministry of Magic, which is what we should do."

The hypocritical courtesy is staged again.

The two seemed to have forgotten some unpleasant things recently, and they were really caring about their well-being like old friends.

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