This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Hermione felt more and more strange after she walked out of the gym.

She was extremely sure that it was her first meeting with Krum, but she always felt that he looked at her strangely, as if he had known her for a long time.

The more I think about it, the more I think about it, the more I feel the more I am wrong.

She is not a well-known figure, she is just a little witch who has not graduated yet.

Back to the Magic Department Hall,

Vincent has fixed the magic projection and is testing its operation.

Hermione stood beside him with great worries.

"How is the situation over there?"

"Boyi is still decrypting your design drawings, and the repair should be completed at night as soon as possible."

Vincent's eyes moved away from the magical projection's light curtain and immediately discovered her abnormality.

He turned off the magic communicator on his wrist and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did the two guys Fanni and Boyi offend you?"

Hermione shook her head gently and said what had just happened without reservation.

Vincent didn't find it strange after hearing it.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked her beautiful side face with his fingertips, "What's so strange about this? My girlfriend is so beautiful. Normal men must want to know you well."

Hermione grabbed his big hand and looked around shyly, "Then should I tell him just now that I already have a boyfriend and let him die of this heart as soon as possible?"

Vincent raised his eyebrows, "Do you think I'm like that kind of petty man?"

Hermione looked around again, and after making sure no one was paying attention to this side, she stuck out her tongue mischievously at him, "It's hard to say, maybe you'll block the alley and beat him up."

He blinked his big eyes innocently, "I am so violent, I'm not that little guy Malfoy deserves to be beaten."

Draco, who was far away in Malfoy Manor, was drinking afternoon tea and inexplicably felt a familiar chill.

Hermione looked at his big blue eyes suspiciously, "Okay, I believe you for the time being, but if there is news that a well-known star is beaten one day, don't blame me for doubting you."

Vincent shrugged, "It seems I have to make a proof of absenteeism in advance."

Hermione chuckled, "Don't think of asking me to be your witness to time."

"It's okay, at worst, just spend some gold Jialong, there will always be ways to clear the suspicion."

Vincent said it was so sure, but Hermione knew that he would not do so.

What's wrong with the world's top well-known stars? I can't feel the feeling of oppression at all.

Hermione no longer cared about Crum's affairs, "How is your job? Can you do it before dinner?"

"Of course." Vincent started and opened the magic communicator again. "There are three days left before the final. I just slightly changed the internal structure, so there should be no same failure."

The test results were very stable, with an overall pass rate of 98.3%.

The more precise the equipment, the more likely it is to make mistakes, and this result is already quite good.

I will run two more rounds of test tomorrow, and I can wait for the finals to come without any problems.

As for now, of course I’m looking for a good place to date.

Not long after Vincent and Hermione left the Ministry of Magic, a sneaky figure quietly came to the foyer.

This man is very strong, and just looking at his back, you can tell that he is Director Bagman of the Magic Sports Department.

He looked sadly at the magical projection in front of him that was replaying the semi-finals, then hurriedly turned around and took the elevator back to his office.

When he got off work, he came to the foyer again with a document bag with the "W" logo printed on it.

According to the conversation that I just "accidentally" eavesdropped, the internal structure of the magic projection has been changed, and it is impossible to do anything like before.

Bagman carefully took off the shell and compared it with the maintenance manual inside the file bag. Sure enough, he found several different places.

"Damn Wayne Company, their work efficiency is too high..."

He cursed and put away the maintenance manual, then put the shell back somewhat rudely.

It is correct to test in advance. Wayne's company's efficiency is too high. Perhaps global broadcasting has just been delayed, and it will be restored to normal in three or five minutes.

This little time is enough to modify the odds before completing the bet? I have been waiting patiently for so long. Do I have to give up the plan to make a fortune because of this?

No! I must come up with a safer solution!

Bagmann's eyes suddenly lit up when he lowered his head and thought hard.

The magic projection cannot move, isn’t there still a magic base station?

Moreover, his partners are spread all over the world. As long as he tampers with thousands of magic base stations around the world at the same time, even ten Dumbledores will be too busy.

"Haha--" He hurriedly covered his mouth after laughing twice.

It is said that it is off work time, but in fact, there are still many in the department who "voluntarily work overtime".

He left the Ministry of Magic with a good mood and came to a remote forest in Scotland.

He came to the bottom of a towering tree deep in the forest, lifted his magic wand and waved it gently to the dim tree hole in front of him.

A magical scene appeared. Starlights lit up in the tree hole that was pitch black just now, and a golden door slowly emerged inside.

The door is made of pure gold, with dozens or hundreds of egg-sized gemstones on the surface, and several unique words are carved on the top.

They are neither ancient Runes nor are they commonly used characters in alchemy.

Bagman tapped the pure gold door with his wand.

Soon, the door slowly opened from the inside.

A small goblin in gorgeous armor stood quietly behind the door.

Its big eyes, glittering as obsidian, looked at Bagman playfully, "It seems you are in trouble, Ludo."

Bagman put away his wand, and said a little impatiently, "Ferdy, take me to see your curator."

The fairy named Ferdy sneered, "Look for help from the director? It seems that your plan to make money is ruined."

Bagman walked into the door with a dark face and stood in front of it, "I want to discuss a very important thing with your curator. Can you bear the consequences?"

Ferdy snorted coldly, snapped her fingers and turned around silently.

Bagman sneered and followed it through a magnificent hall.

Looking at countless pairs of mocking eyes, he came to a huge round table, also made of pure gold.

A short and fat fairy wearing a luxurious robe looked at him with a smile, "It turns out that there is a distinguished guest coming to my house. No wonder I always feel that something good is going to happen."

Bagman sat across from it, "Courtesy Taber, something really happened."

Taber's long big ears moved slightly, "Luduo, I know your personality very well. You have never liked our 'Fairy Hall' except when you ask us to borrow money."

It looked at the luxurious wooden cabinet filled with parchment behind it, "Where is your IOU? Including today's interest, the total is 1,741 Gallon and 5 Sikes. Do you really think your plan can help you pay off everything? debt?"

Bagman nodded with great confidence, "Director Taber, of course I have the confidence to pay off all my debts, and even have the confidence to make a big profit."

"Oh?" Taber narrowed his eyes, "You have a new plan, do you?"

"Yes." Bagman showed an extremely bright smile. "You just need to do me a little favor and you can get an unimaginable wealth."

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