This Hogwarts is not normal

Through the real-time report of the New York Ghost, this once-in-a-century disaster instantly spread across the entire American wizarding world.

There are so many prefixes for Vincent that a brief introduction takes up half a page.

Similar to the "Daily Prophet", it is also an important mouthpiece of the magical government.

With Bradley's strong recommendation and the blessing of the Congressional Medal of Honor personally awarded by Chairman Randolph, his name once again spread throughout the magical world in the Americas.

After a week-long vacation in Hawaii, the Wayne family returned to the big city of New York.

233 Broadway, Manhattan.

The Wayne family had a previous experience of renting a house, so this time they waited until the time was almost up before entering the Woolworth Building.

This building is shared by wizards and No-Majs, and only by chanting the correct spell will the real side be revealed.

When Vincent was wondering what the spell was, Sam, who was waiting impatiently at the door, had already pushed the revolving door and made it spin at super high speed.

"You, the protagonist, really kept us waiting!"

"Protagonist? I can't be the only one, right?"

"Of course not." Sam gestured for them to go in, "Director Graves and Mr. Scamander are both here."

The four pairs of big eyes of the Wayne family were all staring at the revolving door that was spinning so fast that it was almost smoking.

"Okay, I'll go first." Sam stretched out his hand and was immediately disturbed by the door.

"Together?"

"Gu Gu!" The stone owl at the door made Gu Gu flap his wings excitedly.

"Warthog - the name Hogwarts was thought up by Rowena Ravenclaw."

Since it is read backwards, it is normal for two warthogs with wings to be placed at the door.

"Okay, after school starts I will put a statue of you in the club activity room."

Gugu stretched out her little wings forward contentedly.

Vincent and his parents both reached out.

After a moment of spinning, they emerged into a splendid lobby about 700 feet high with a cathedral-like ceiling.

There is a huge monument in the most prominent position on the front.

"It commemorates those who died during the Salem Witch Trials."

About three hundred years ago, there were a series of trials against people engaged in witchcraft in the No-Maj Massachusetts colony.

Eventually, 20 people were executed, mostly women.

There were only a few real witches, but none of them committed the crimes they were accused of.

For this reason, wizards from all over the world united and formally established the Magical Congress of America.

At this point, the wizards and No-Majs here were completely separated. It was not until the repeal of Rappaport's Law in 1965 that normal contact between them was allowed.

Europe and North America both have advantages and disadvantages.

Things like pure-bloodism are not popular throughout America.

Because most of the people who make up their magical world are No-Majs.

Sam took the Wayne family into the elevator and pressed the letter "M" and the buttons for 5 and 4.

"The venue is on the 54th floor. I can already imagine Director Graves's furious expression."

Vincent straightened the monocle that Gu Gu was wearing, "Ah? In front of so many people?"

"There is always only what he doesn't want to do, and nothing he dares to do."

The elevator is very fast and we arrived in less than half a minute.

The moment the door opened automatically, Sam's expression became particularly solemn.

"Come in, Mr. Wayne."

Vincent walked into the venue with goosebumps all over his body.

Compared with the Order of Merlin, there are not many high-profile and luxurious embellishments here.

Pure white ceiling, brown, white and gray patterned wallpaper, deep red and thick carpet.

The table is placed at the very back, leaving a large area in the middle.

Bradley whispered to Randolph, and then both of their eyes focused on Vincent.

"It feels more natural."

"Yes, he has always had a good sense."

Randolph nodded slightly, "Dumbledore has never received so many honors at this age."

“Britain is a terrible place that is full of geniuses!”

Bradley glared at the stiff-armed Sam, "It seems that the peace has been going on for too long, and the young people all lack opportunities to exercise."

"I heard that Hogwarts organized all students in the school to have an outing in the Forbidden Forest this year."

He knew what Randolph meant.

Although there will be dangers, the effect of practicing on "Mavibestia Island" in the Pacific Ocean will definitely be better than the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.

"Mr. Chairman, I will work out a complete plan in detail."

Randolph nodded, put down his wine glass, and walked straight towards the Wayne family.

"Welcome, if you arrive any later, I might have to tell a joke to warm up the show."

Vincent shook hands with him in a friendly manner, "Chairman Randolph, can I listen first?"

"Oh, you didn't hear that?"

"Uh-no."

After a few brief conversations, Randolph solemnly ordered Sam to entertain their family well.

"Mr. Auror, do you still work part-time as a waiter?"

"Forget it." Sam said sadly, "Director Graves finished settling the accounts that day and suddenly asked me to write a report to him."

"Did you write it seriously?"

"Yes, I was punished just like that!"

He quietly gave Bradley the middle finger and said, "Either go to Mavebestia Island for a month, or work here as a handyman for a month."

"Marvelbestia?"

"The island where I met the harpy before."

According to the Latin translation, this is the meaning of magical creature.

Vincent comforted him, "Maybe Mr. Graves is just in a bad mood."

"It must be because of the bill." Sam raised his middle finger to Bradley again, "You should go back early, otherwise you can see the Veela performance."

"Their appearance fee is very high."

"Yes, that's why Director Graves came to me after settling the bill."

This pair of bosses and subordinates who plotted against each other really opened Vincent's eyes.

If it were placed in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge would have thrown people into Azkaban.

"I'd better go find Mr. Scamander." Vincent felt his blood pressure rising slightly.

"Wait for me, Chairman Randolph wants me to entertain you!"

On this important occasion, both Queenie and Jacob were present.

Luo Fu was also there, and a tall man in his twenties.

"Vincent, this is my cousin, Munson Kowalski."

Munson extended his hand enthusiastically, "I always hear Rove praising you, and my ears almost get calloused."

"Didn't I disappoint you?" Vincent shook hands with him equally enthusiastically.

"What a surprise. It feels like I'm back in school." Munson let go and looked at Sam, who was dressed as a waiter, "Long time no see. Didn't you become an Auror?"

Sam curled his lips, turned around and raised two middle fingers to Bradley, who was talking to senior officials.

"My boss is an asshole. I should have gone to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with you."

Munson shook his head at his old classmate and friend, "You wouldn't say that if you saw the mountains of documents."

Magical Congress does not have a Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters.

Therefore, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is very busy every day, either processing court documents or inspecting illegal items outside.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]

Once a catastrophic event occurs, they have to put aside what they are doing and rush over.

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