This Hogwarts is not normal

Snape, who was "guarding home" at Hogwarts, sneezed hard.

One of them was not finished, and three of them were beaten.

He pushed aside his long, oily hair and put down the feathers of the Silent Bird in his hand.

No need to think about it, someone must have been thinking about him just now.

There is no need to think about the first suspect, it must be the little bastard Vayne.

He felt that his foresight was right, this office would definitely be invaded.

Therefore, this soundless bird feather has to be used elsewhere.

“Ho ho ho ho—”

Of course Vincent, who was far away in Devon, couldn't hear the penetrating laughter in the Batcave.

He is now saying goodbye to the Philosopher's Stone.

"I will definitely avenge you!"

Dumbledore shook his head at Nico, "It's up to you, the maker, to take action later, and I'll just quietly be a witness."

"Albus, are you scared?"

"Yes, I'm very scared."

He clasped his hands and made an expression of extreme fear.

"Hahahaha——" Nico laughed so hard that he hugged his belly, "You are still you, Albus."

Although Perenal is not so exaggerated, he is still very different from the reserved image of the past.

Vincent, who saw this scene, showed an expression that was indeed true.

Dumbledore probably relied on this trick to gain favor a hundred years ago.

Feeling that he was one step closer to becoming the strongest in the magic world, he quickly shook his head.

We must always be vigilant and not give Trelawny's prophecy any chance.

The Dark Lord sounds beautiful, but there must be a lot of bitterness behind it.

When Grindelwald wanted someone, Dumbledore still managed to get him.

Voldemort's sphere of influence is not that wide, but even with strong penetration, he cannot accomplish the prophecy.

If he really becomes the so-called real Dark Lord, I'm afraid another prophecy will come out without even getting his butt warm.

The ultimate showdown between mentor and apprentice?

What's a more outrageous way to die than being killed by a baby?

Vincent shuddered and handed Nico the magic stone he was holding in his hands.

"Teacher, I'm not as narrow-minded as the professor said."

Dumbledore gave an unexplained look.

"Teacher, the professor is biased against me. How about I transfer to Beauxbatons?"

"No!" X3

"Just kidding." Vincent lowered his head, "I was born as a student of Hogwarts, and I will die as a ghost of Hogwarts."

"Pfft——" Perenal lost his composure.

Not to mention Nico, they had already bowed their waists.

Dumbledore did the same, but gave Vincent a complicated look.

The process of destroying the Philosopher's Stone is actually not complicated.

It seems to be extremely powerful, but in fact it will break into pieces as long as it is lightly dropped to the ground.

Essentially, it is an alchemical tool that transforms all things, not an indestructible artifact.

"My child, look through the manuscript I gave you more, maybe you will create a new one in the future."

In Vincent's eyes full of regret, Nico waved his wand and lit the magic stone with white flame.

This is the Fire Spell, a Fire Spell that is much stronger than Quirrell.

The magic stone was burned into a burnt black liquid almost as soon as it came into contact with it.

Most alchemists in the Middle Ages did not have any special equipment.

Therefore, they are often very familiar with all kinds of fire-making and fire-extinguishing magic.

Even now, there are still many alchemists who do not use equipment that can improve efficiency.

They claim to be orthodox classicists, while on the contrary they are modernists.

Nico and Dumbledore, however, did not belong to any faction.

They will only choose the method that makes them more worry-free, and do not care about the controversy that has lasted for several centuries in the International Association of Alchemists.

"After my 'death', those people may look for you." Nico narrowed the scope of the white calendar fire.

"If you don't like it, you can not announce our relationship to the public."

Vincent knew it was a good intention.

However, if a young wizard born as a Muggle does not rely on extremely incredible strength, he can only give himself various auras.

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Even though Dumbledore held a lot of titles, he didn't let Fudge take him back for investigation.

One hand grasps the international influence, and the other hand grasps the level of one's own magic.

Both hands must be grasped and both hands must be strong.

Although the process is the same, Vincent's character is completely opposite as he watches the liquid burn into shiny dust.

If it were him, he would have kicked open the door of the Wizengamot headquarters and had a "friendly" talk with them about the impeachment of the Minister of Magic.

When the last small puddle of powder drifted away in the wind, the Philosopher's Stone, which had existed for nearly 600 years, came to an end.

It was destroyed by its maker, Nico Flamel, and ended in the presence of Albus Dumbledore.

"Teacher, see you during the summer vacation."

"See you during the summer vacation."

Nico and Perenal smiled as they disappeared in the light of the fire.

No one knows how many elixirs there are in this world.

Maybe it's a year, maybe it's ten years.

But when Dumbledore and Vincent returned to Hogwarts Castle, they both knew that the real farewell would be a long, long time later.

"Professor, is there nothing dirty on my face?"

Dumbledore shook his head and pushed open the door under the winged warthog statue.

"Have you finished all your homework?"

"It was written before Christmas Eve."

Vincent, who was carrying a silver-white suitcase, raised his proud little face.

As for the three roommates in the dormitory, they are probably either learning from it or copying it.

"Professor, I'll go back first~"

It wasn't until this cheerful little figure jumped around the corner that Dumbledore withdrew his gaze.

His expression was quite complicated, a little depressed and a little worried.

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As soon as Vincent opened the bedroom door, he was so frightened by the spectacular sight inside that he let go and dropped his suitcase.

In addition to the large wooden boxes I received before, there were actually two larger ones and one smaller one during the holidays.

In comparison, the owl feathers all over the bed are nothing.

While no one was around, he quickly opened the letters on the top of the box one by one.

[Dear Vincent:

Rita said that a very evil wizard appeared in the school, so remember to protect yourself.

——Love your parents]

This is a Christmas letter.

[Child, we had a great time in Eastern Europe, don’t miss it.]

The letter also included a photo of Eric sitting on top of a tank.

Vincent covered his little heart that was beating violently.

The T-72 main battle tank will be on the battlefield by 2022.

He didn't have the courage to continue reading the remaining three letters.

Feeling a bit self-defeating, he opened the Christmas gifts first.

Inside is the famous Vickers-Maxine machine gun.

Or an improved .50 bullet version.

Capacity 250 rounds, rate of fire 500 rounds per minute.

This thing uses the All-Curse-End version of the Orichalcum Bullet. One shot of it will probably kill Voldemort, but he will also be disabled.

It's a pity that it will take a few years.

The second box is not really a weapon.

It is a set of black special operations uniforms.

Judging from the rough and heavy shape, it should be some clearance sale.

Although the code number is too large, it can be adjusted using the transformation technique.

As for the last small box, it's not a weapon.

Inside is a framed group photo, dated a week ago.

Yin Fulin and Eric stood in front of the ruins and looked at the camera with smiles.

Vincent didn't know what happened specifically. He only knew that the Waynes had a very difficult vacation.

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