This Hogwarts is not normal

Sam drove the car, and in the end even Eric couldn't stand it.

He pushed away Vincent's hand covering his ear, "Usually people with rich theoretical knowledge like this don't have much practical experience."

"Dad, I'm still a child."

"Shit, Kyle started sending you photo albums last year."

Vincent backed away tactically, "When I have money and status in the future, how can those little witches and royal princesses refuse such an excellent me?"

Eric was speechless and could only give a high thumbs up.

"By the way, your grandfather got married when he was 19."

"Dad, are you hinting at something?"

"No."

After Sam made Kenny and the others blush, he invited them to go to Dawn Bar together.

"Director Graves will be very happy to see you."

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New York is the prototype of Gotham City.

Walking on the streets here, you can see people of all different skin colors.

America is a country of immigrants.

Freedom is the eternal theme here.

Brooklyn is one of the best.

Sam has a lighter style door key.

It leads directly to a small alley in this area, less than 200 meters underground from where Shuguang Bar is located.

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"Brother, there seems to be something wrong with the purity."

"No way, I got this from Colombia!"

Two men with very different skin tones were trading some special commodities.

The man who was testing the goods spat, "If I say there's something wrong with it, then there's something wrong!"

The salesman sneered, "The black man eats the black man, right?"

In the blink of an eye, they all took out their pistols at the same time.

"Duang——" A person fell down in the alley.

He shook his head, opened his mouth and retched.

"Who are you!"

Just as the two guns were pointed at each other, another man fell down.

"Dad, you are too inferior."

"Faq, this feeling is more uncomfortable than flying a fighter jet."

"Gufu——" The two men holding guns raised their heads, and this time three people fell down.

They all seemed to be squeezed out of the air.

"Who the hell are you!"

What answered the two of them was a raised alder wand.

"Expelliarmus—"

The two people who flew upside down were lucky and unlucky at the same time.

Not even half a minute after seeing the magic with their own eyes, they all lost this part of their memory.

Sam said with disgust on his face: "Muggles always come here."

Vincent shook his head and looked away from the bag of burning powder, "Aren't you going to take care of it?"

"The Magic Congress is short of people, unlike the UK where you only have so few places."

Fudge's management of that little place was a mess.

Sam waved his wand, drawing the burning smoke into the sewer.

"Don't look at me like this. This thing is also harmful to the wizard's body."

He turned his back and walked deeper into the alley.

Due to its large area and large population, America has many places similar to Diagon Alley.

It's in Brooklyn, right next to the underground Dawn Bar.

The Wayne family originally thought the environment would be worse, but the mess inside the wall at the end was completely opposite to the mess outside.

Clean and tidy stone steps, bright and not dark underground passages.

Sam took them not long before they arrived at the Dawn Bar with its neon sign.

The Broken Ax Bar is really broken!

Opening the door, dynamic music came from inside.

When they walked in, a beam of light like an ambient light shone on them.

Compared with Kenny's embarrassment, the Wayne family acted very naturally.

Especially Vincent, who shook his index finger at Bradley who was raising his glass, was not affected by the enthusiastic gazes of the Aurors at all.

Sam jumped onto the stage in the middle of the bar, "All the expenses tonight will be paid for by Director Graves!"

He tilted his head to avoid a wine bottle and looked towards the Wayne family, "Welcome to the American Wizarding World!"

Bradley shook his head helplessly and stood up to greet the children.

Kenny's eyes became brighter and brighter.

He seems to yearn for this kind of life very much.

After finishing a difficult task, come to the bar to relax.

Jennifer and the four boys had the same look on his face.

Linyin came to the bar alone and asked the well-dressed house elf for a low-alcohol cocktail.

Her eyes kept moving on Kenny and Vincent.

One was making noise on the stage, and the other was holding a glass of ice-cold Coke.

"Mr. Wayne, I recommend you try the golden liqueur here." Bradley introduced the wine to Eric.

This is a kind of honey produced by African Tunisian bees, and its taste tends to be sweet and golden.

Taking a small sip, Eric almost spit it out.

"It tastes bad?"

"No, it's much better than Gamp."

Bitter first and then sweet, it belongs to yes.

Yin Fulin took a sip and said, "I think it's pretty good. Maybe it's because he doesn't like anything too sweet."

Eric looked at the menu and found that there were wines from almost all over the world.

He ordered a glass of real Scotch whiskey, "No ice, just drink it neat."

There is a saying circulating in the Great Empire: If even jealousy cannot cure something, it can already be cured by medicine.

Bradley shook his head, lowered his head and took a sip of golden liqueur.

Vincent, who was holding a Coke with ice, was thinking about the two things Eric had just quietly told him.

"?" Everyone who knows this magic rune knows that it is his exclusive mark.

The search for the mark of the holy weapon was obviously telling him that there were many witchcraft parties here.

Awesome, really awesome.

The other party knew that he would be resentful, so he deliberately left this exclusive mark.

Most wizards only know that the marks belong to the saints, and have no connection with the Deathly Hallows.

So, this is a test.

Dumbledore was like this, and so was Grindelwald.

Vincent shook the ice cubes in the glass and began to think about the problem from the opposite perspective.

If it were him who had foreseen something, he would probably send someone over as a bodyguard immediately.

People are gone, but they are really gone.

"What are you thinking about?" Linyin sat next to him holding a cocktail.

Vincent looked towards Kenny who was dancing with Jennifer on the stage, "You gave up?"

"I should have given up a long time ago." She held the wine glass with both hands. "After this incident, I found that what I want is actually not very suitable for me."

Vincent pretended not to understand and took a sip of Coke.

After leaving it for a long time, there is not much carbon dioxide left in it.

"Have you decided yet?"

"I've thought about it a long time ago."

Linyin showed a true expression, "You don't look like a 12-year-old child at all."

Vincent asked her, "If it's like that, will you still cooperate with me?"

"No." She smiled and raised the cocktail in her hand, "I wish us a happy cooperation."

"Ding--"

Seeing this scene, Sam on the stage became even more convinced that the two were related.

In an instant, envy, jealousy and other emotions appeared on his face one after another.

After seeing Kenny and Jennifer's close interaction, an unknown fire burned fiercely in his heart.

girlfriend?

He can live well alone!

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