This Hogwarts is not normal

Vincent could vaguely hear the voices of the twins and Percy until he went to bed.

Filch was most likely on vacation tonight, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to catch the three of them.

"Do you want earmuffs?" Alfred divided his transfiguration into two.

"Thank you, I don't need it."

The magic skills of his three roommates are among the highest in their grade.

Even Neville is fine as long as he's not nervous.

"Hulu——lu——"

Of course, this snoring sound is still unmatched.

Despite all the interference, Vincent still fell asleep.

But he had another dream.

In the dream, the noseless Tom came back, and biubiubiu shot him a bunch of green light.

Then he clashed swords and welded, and finally got a chance for Harry, who was holding an anti-tank gun.

The sound of "Peng" passed, and this time not to mention the nose, not even the fingernails were left.

resurrection?

Vincent was suddenly awakened.

No matter what method Voldemort uses to resurrect him, as long as he can imprison his soul, it will be fine.

This is the right idea, but it has to have something to do with black magic.

"Ah ha - it turns out it's already dawn."

He stretched out and felt that his thoughts were still a bit immature.

If imprisoning the soul is effective, given Dumbledore's cunning character, Voldemort may not survive the last movie.

So either it doesn't work, or it just can't.

After washing up, the time came to half past seven.

When the little wizard goes out, it makes sense to bring some self-defense weapons.

Except for the wooden box which was still unopened, he took both Browning and Enfield with him.

Oh, and Lucy's little self-defense dagger.

They were all put into the small cloth bag.

And there is no shrinkage, and no magic is applied.

There were many students dragging their luggage out in the common room.

They were all going to Hogsmeade Station to take the Hogwarts Express home.

Vincent's luggage was all stuffed into small cloth bags, and he didn't look like he was going out at all.

When he went out, he turned right and then left, and he stopped in front of the Gargoyle.

"Sizzling honey candy."

Standing on the automatic rotating elevator, just seeing the closed door of the principal's office, you can be sure that Dumbledore is not there.

He just turned the handle and pushed the door open and walked in.

Fox wasn't there either, but the Sorting Hat straightened up as if awakened.

"Good morning, Mr. Hat."

"Good morning, Vincent."

The portraits of past principals are still snoring.

Vincent, who was standing at the bottom, suspected that they were just pretending to sleep.

He leaned in front of Phineas's portrait and stared at it for a long time. He turned around after finding nothing unusual.

"Mr. Hat, have they always been like this?"

"I can't answer you." The Sorting Hat bent slightly.

Vincent, who understood, came to the desk.

On it lies a large tome with a black cover.

It feels very elastic to the touch, just like living human skin without temperature.

""The Secret of Advanced Black Magic"?"

The Sorting Hat grinned widely the moment he picked it up, "Child, stop quickly, this is-"

Vincent opened it without any abnormalities.

"Why, Mr. Hat?"

"Are you okay?"

"This picture looks quite scary."

The snoring portraits all closed their eyes for a moment.

The tilted Sorting Hat straightened up again, "Well, the magic that targets the soul is of no use to you."

Vincent, who was originally in a good mood, grimaced.

Dumbledore was actually testing him again.

This is the fourth time, even Neville has to have a temper.

Just when he was getting angry, a large flame suddenly appeared behind him.

The figure who walked out was none other than Dumbledore with the crooked nose.

Fox, who was standing on his shoulders, was much bigger.

"Professor, trust is relative."

"Of course." Dumbledore didn't look at the rolled-up white eyes, "This is just the ultimate test."

Vincent closed the book and put it back on his desk as if it was hot to his hands.

"I've signed up with Tom. The Death Eaters can't stoop so low as to recruit underage wizards of Muggle origin, right?"

"It's not for this reason." Dumbledore's eyes were clear, "I didn't pay close attention to Tom's condition, which ultimately led to the emergence of Voldemort.

If it were you, I believe you would definitely be more cautious than me."

Vincent rolled his eyes again, "I will choose a suitable time to share some little secrets appropriately."

"Yes, I think so too." Dumbledore blinked.

"Is it now?"

"No, I have something to do later."

Vincent raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "Professor, it's almost 8 o'clock."

"Take my hand."

As soon as he stretched out his hand and put it on the sky blue robe, a warm current enveloped his whole body.

Under a blaze of fire, the two disappeared into the principal's office.

Apparition is an advanced magic that disappears from one place and appears from another.

It needs to remember the three D's, namely Destinatioioion.

If you move someone with you, it is called the follower's appearance.

The entire Hogwarts castle and its surroundings are equipped with anti-Apparition spells.

But it doesn't stop some magical creatures.

For example, house elves,

Another example is Phoenix.

Vincent, who appeared in a wilderness, did not feel any discomfort.

Maybe it’s because of exercise since childhood, or maybe it’s because of talent.

Dumbledore didn't think there was anything strange about it.

"Professor, can I learn Apparition now?"

"In another two years, at least I will have a deeper understanding of space."

"Okay." Vincent looked into the distance, "Is this Mr. Flamel's home?"

"It should be said that it is at the door of the house." Dumbledore raised his hand and pointed forward, "You can see them through this special magic barrier."

"them?"

"Nico and Perenal."

He seemed to suddenly remember something, "By the way, remember to be gentle when you shake hands with them later."

Before Vincent could ask why, he heard several harsh sonic booms coming from behind him.

He looked back and saw seven more black and white vortexes.

"My important thing has arrived." Dumbledore looked very calm, as if he knew all this in advance.

The first person to emerge from the vortex was Fudge, wearing a dark blue suit.

Then came Umbridge, who was dressed in pink.

The last Kingsley appeared together with the four Aurors.

The one who attracted the most attention was an old man with gray hair.

His face is covered with scars, his mouth is crooked, a small piece of meat is missing from his nose, and the blue boy's big eye on the left, which is obviously a prosthetic eye, keeps blinking.

He limped forward with a cane.

Vincent was stared at and felt numb.

Under this big eyeball, he felt as if he had been completely looked at.

"Alastor—"

Dumbledore smiled bitterly and shook his head, "He is Vincent Wayne, it's true."

"I know, I'm just remembering some features." The voice was rough and low.

Vincent looked at Dumbledore questioningly.

"He is Alastor Moody, a legendary Auror."

"It's almost over." Moody looked away, "I will officially retire at the end of the year. This is my last mission."

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A legendary Auror's final mission?

Vincent glanced at Fudge, who had a solemn face, and immediately felt that the important things Dumbledore said might not be that simple.

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