This Hogwarts is not normal

Dumbledore returned to school quietly.

He has been very busy recently.

Not only to investigate Voldemort's whereabouts, but also to find the magic that can allow the soul to leave the body and survive for a long time.

He and Fox appeared in the principal's office, and they were stunned on the spot.

The picture frame has been restored, but the large antique table has not.

"Albus, go to the auditorium quickly!" Armando's tone was very urgent, "It's him, him when he was a student!"

Dumbledore instantly eliminated 22 types of magic in his mind, but there were still 16 types left.

Although he wanted to eliminate them one by one, time did not allow him to do so.

The people and birds who came out of the red flame were stunned again.

All the teachers and students in the school were having breakfast, and Tom didn't even see the ghost.

"You're back, Albus." McGonagall stood up at the staff table and walked towards him.

Dumbledore found that she was different from before. It should be said that everyone present seemed to have experienced something.

"He opened the secret room and released this thing, and after that, he tried to trap us inside..."

The small bottle in her hand made him realize the seriousness of the matter.

Just because nothing happened before doesn't mean it will always be safe.

Only Filch and Mrs. Norris were petrified, which was a blessing among misfortunes.

After he roughly understood the whole thing, he set his sights on the Gryffindor table.

Harry was not injured and looked just a little shaken.

Vincent ate his breakfast as if nothing happened and winked at him mischievously.

"Are they back?"

"Yes, I just lent him the small bottle for five minutes."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly at him, "I thought I could solve the problem of the Forbidden Forest once and for all. Isn't Hagrid very touched?"

"Yes." Mag's expression was a little unnatural, "Vincent said that the Forbidden Forest should maintain diversity, and species that are too prevalent need to be released with natural enemies to balance the numbers."

"Very reasonable suggestions, any more?"

"Half one, preferably a complete horn."

Dumbledore's eyes twitched and he nodded slightly, "Have you notified Cornelius?"

"Already on the way, maybe we'll be there soon." Mag's eyes looked a little lonely,

"Albus, did you already know that Gilderoy was related to him?"

"No, I just wanted to expose a liar, but I didn't expect that it actually attracted an even bigger liar."

She frowned and pursed her lips, "I think besides being a liar, Gilderoy will be accused of many crimes."

This is what Hagrid looked like fifty years ago.

The Ministry of Magic was in urgent need of a scapegoat at that time, and Tom's report was particularly timely.

There is no reason why Fudge, a qualified politician, would let Lockhart get involved.

"I hope he can learn his lesson."

The smile on McGonagall's face flashed, and then turned serious, "Albus, about this -"

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She tried hard to suppress the excitement in her heart, "Gilderoy had too much life force sucked out, and with a little fright, his head was hit hard many times -"

She paused, seemingly trying to formulate a more rigorous statement.

"In short, Gilderoy's situation is very bad, I'm afraid it will be the same as Quirinas."

Dumbledore looked at Vincent again.

It was unfortunate that a suitable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was very difficult to find. After this incident, I am afraid that even his favors will be lost.

Lockhart himself had a big problem and his head was strong. According to the original plan, he would stay until the end of the school year.

However, the plan could not keep up with the change, and he would only stay for half a month longer than Chilo.

Defense Against the Dark Arts professor nemesis?

Vincent raised his head thoughtfully and blinked at him in confusion.

"Oh - I'm going to see Gilderoy first. If Connelly and the others come, remember to call Vincent over."

McGonagall suppressed a smile and said, "I will, Albus."

Dumbledore came over in a hurry, but felt a little depressed when he left.

Newt?

No, you have to get through Tina.

Alastor?

It has been less than a year since retirement, so just wait.

Aberforth?

My dear brother, let’s forget it.

Garrett?

Thinking about it makes me a little excited.

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Today is Tuesday, a Tuesday when there is no school.

It's a pity that it's only one day, and tomorrow's potions class will still be held as usual.

After breakfast, Vincent came to the kitchen with his diary that was almost broken in half.

From the moment Dobby saw it and started to recoil in horror, some of the missing details had been answered.

Loha especially said that before he became famous, even after he became famous, he might not be noticed by Voldemort.

Tom's diary can only belong to the Malfoy family.

Maybe it was because of the raid led by Arthur during the summer vacation, or maybe because Lockhart hurt his nose. In short, Lucius did it on purpose.

Combined with the conspiracy Dobby said, I am afraid that without these unexpected factors, the diary would have appeared in Hogwarts sooner or later.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, has always been Vincent's way of dealing with things.

A number of brass bullets engraved with magic circuits;

Hermione and his fragile little mind were hurt;

A waste of six little ones’ pleasant nighttime excursions;

The Acromantulas were frightened by the basilisk and fled;

All the teachers and students in the school spent a night in fear...

Lucius had to pay for these extremely serious losses.

"Dobby, do you long for freedom?" Vincent tried to make his expression as friendly as possible.

"Dobby - Dobby doesn't dare think -"

"If you are free, you can visit Harry at any time."

"Mr. Wayne, is this true?" Dobby's eyes, which were bigger than a pair of light bulbs, were full of yearning.

"Of course it's true, I just need you to cooperate with me a little bit."

Dobby nodded seriously, "Mr. Wayne, how should Dobby cooperate with you?"

The corners of Vincent's mouth raised slightly, and he bent down to whisper a few words into his big bat-like ears.

"There's no lie, it's just a slightly different angle of description."

"Dobby understands."

Before leaving the kitchen, Vincent glanced at the hundreds of house elves one by one.

Voldemort was so arrogant that he didn't take advantage of their special movement method.

If it were him, it would not take much time to occupy the British Isles or even the entire Europe.

There is only one Dumbledore, and there is only one Fawkes.

"Ignorance and ignorance are not the biggest obstacles to survival, arrogance is -"

With these light words, Vincent walked out of the kitchen.

When he arrived at the auditorium, he was stopped by Mag.

"Albus wants you to come to his office."

"Okay, did he say why?"

"People from the Ministry of Magic are here too."

Vincent blinked his big eyes and suddenly felt like a light on his back.

As expected, your principal is still your principal, and you can guess his little thoughts easily.

It's been two years in a row, it's time for the Ministry of Magic to give something practical.

Otherwise, he will add a new faction to the upcoming Gwent card and change Fudge's skills to be more flashy.

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