This Hogwarts is not normal

As a qualified politician, Cornelius Fudge will not rest assured unless he is absolutely sure of something.

In his opinion, by awarding a group of young wizards with the Order of Merlin, even if they are used by some "bad guys" in the future, they still have a bargaining chip to add magic to Muggle weapons.

evidence?

The Ministry of Magic controls the mouthpiece of public opinion, and it doesn't matter what it says.

Fudge sincerely hoped that the six little ones would not waste their investment in the future by being ignorant.

"Kids, the review of the Wizengamot is a little slow. I will fix it as soon as possible before the end of the school year."

Vincent looked at this big bad wolf-like face and knew that he had been plotted again.

He looked at Dumbledore who lowered his eyes, smiled and thanked Fudge with his friends.

The chief magician of the Wizengamot is here, and it's useless no matter how much evidence you fabricate.

Get this boss off?

If something like this really happened, Vincent would have no choice but to admit defeat.

"Minerva, do it for me—"

"No, Albus." Fudge said in a good mood, "We all know the way."

After the three people from the Ministry of Magic left, Dumbledore turned to look at the six little ones.

"Children, it's almost early morning."

He glanced at the twins who were winking just now, "I hope the castle will be quieter tonight."

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"Professor, we haven't finished our dinner yet~"

"For one night only."

The twins ran out of the principal's office happily.

Cedric and Rolf said goodbye politely before following them out.

Hermione followed wisely.

Vincent is also very knowledgeable.

Under the watchful eyes of the principal and deputy principal, he solemnly explained a version that was basically the same as before.

"Can we keep the Marauder's Map?"

Mag couldn't bear these pitiful big eyes.

Dumbledore nodded, "It cannot be used for pranks."

"Definitely!" Vincent picked up a candy, "I will supervise them carefully to ensure that the map will not be abused!"

With smoke coming from his ears, he left with satisfaction.

"Minerva, I need you to do something for me."

Mag agreed understandingly, "I will teach Vincent well."

"Magic, fighting, firearms..." Dumbledore murmured quietly, as if he was recalling some long-lost past events.

He has made mistakes in the past, many of which he regrets to this day.

Mag quietly closed the door and left.

She knew a little, but not everything.

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Hogwarts kitchen.

The two most delicious little badgers in the room are in charge of cooking tonight.

Cedric's cuisine is very traditional, while Rove's is a little more novel.

The pork chops that look like fire dragons are served in layers and become unrecognizable the moment the hot oil falls on them.

He has become fatter and darker in color.

As for the taste, it's barely edible.

Fred sprinkled a handful of salt on the pork chop, "Why not cut it into dragon-like shapes after it's done?"

Rolf declined the pepper offered by George.

"I originally planned to use hot oil to replace the colorful scales of Australian opal eyes. If I had known better, I would have cut the meat a little thicker."

If it is Bairado hot oil, the effect will be amazing.

This kind of imagination can be regarded as giving Vincent some insights.

So he took a bite of Cedric's sandwich first.

"Do you think the old bat will still be able to smile tomorrow?"

"I bet he'll be wiping tears in the Batcave."

"Thank you Boss George for your generosity." Vincent picked up a gold galleons that had just been placed on the table.

In order to encourage all teachers and students, each of the six children received 100 college points.

Gryffindor ranked first with 869 points;

Hufflepuff follows closely with 433 points;

Ravenclaw's score of 426 is pretty close;

Slytherin was in double digits and only had 25 points.

The difference is more than thirty times, not counting the bonus points for Quidditch and essay.

"It was really scary just now." Until now, Cedric hoped that what happened tonight was just a nightmare.

"Who says it isn't?" Luofu turned his attention to Vincent who was dining.

"I still don't understand how you dared to attack him three times."

"Voldemort?"

Vincent forked up a large piece of pork chop from the "Fire Dragon" wing part.

"At first I just thought that without his wand, he would just stare like many wizards.

Before Professor Dumbledore showed up, I always regretted not cutting my neck."

"Neck..." Hermione suddenly looked over.

"Godric Gryffindor is a duelist who likes to chop off his enemies' heads with his sword."

The twins nodded subconsciously.

"Man, you did look very Gryffindor tonight."

The table knife held by Vincent cut off a small piece of pork chop very neatly.

"He just underestimated me, a first-year wizard.

And he was afraid of Professor Dumbledore the whole time. If that evil black magic had been used from the beginning, we might have become ghosts in the school."

Under various coincidence factors, they are indeed lucky.

It just so happened that none of the slow-selling goods at Wayne’s house had circuit boards;

Three things that happen to be sent over can make a huge difference;

Just before resisting the killing curse, he had already chopped off a silver shield with strong defense with his sword.

There were so many coincidences, and the little joke that had the effect of a magical elixir made them all deep in thought.

It is obviously unreasonable to classify it as luck, but Vincent has undoubtedly always seemed to make no mistakes, and the actions he made seem to be quite beneficial to the future.

"Occlumency..." Luo Fu, who had had a little contact with the client, saw that the client was eating very well, and began to recall every detail from the beginning of their acquaintance.

On the surface, he and Cedric were out of curiosity, but if you think about it seriously, it seems that it's not that simple.

"You said you could guess what Gugu was talking about just by feeling it?"

"That's right." Vincent closed his eyes and cut the pork chop into pieces based on his feeling.

"Just like this, I can do it with my eyes closed."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk -" George smacked his lips, "Dude, does that mean you can play Quidditch with your eyes closed?"

Vincent didn't answer, he just forked a small piece of pork chop into his mouth and chewed it.

Everyone seemed to have something stuck in their throats, and their expressions became more and more uncomfortable.

"Are you being modest?"

"No, I'm very proud of it."

The twins looked at each other and suddenly came to his left and right sides.

"President Wayne!"

"What?" Vincent almost choked out of fear.

"Before the club is established, do we need to determine the position?"

At present, it is settled that only Percy will be the vice president.

"Propaganda committee member?" he asked tentatively.

With Fred and George's communication skills, one sentence could cover the entire Hogwarts Castle.

"Cedric..." Vincent looked up and down, making his scalp numb.

"Ambassador?"

"Ahem—" Luofu straightened his back.

"Planning Commissioner?"

When it was Hermione's turn, he didn't even have to think about it, "Head of Logistics."

This position is very important, even more important than the president to a certain extent.

After Vincent's hard persuasion, she finally agreed.

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