This Hogwarts is not normal

The more famous the Muggle-born Vincent is and the more honors he receives, the faster the so-called pure-blood supremacy will collapse.

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Mag felt the uncontrollable excitement and excitement in his eyes.

"Mr. Wayne, I hope you won't act on those unrealistic fantasies."

"It's very practical, Professor~" Vincent gently rubbed his little face and put on a harmless expression,

"You are the third officially registered Animagus in this century, and you will definitely be able to teach the eighth."

"Eighth place?" Mag raised his eyebrows slightly,

"I heard that Professor Snape lost six mature mandrake leaves. Are they really here with you?"

"How is that possible?" Vincent knew that Snape was determined to give up.

In the mithril suitcase, not with him,

"Professor, I have an alibi."

I don't feel guilty at all, I feel quite at ease.

Mag pursed her lips again, "Animagus is the greatest achievement of transfiguration.

But once you lose yourself in the animal form, you will never be able to return to a normal human being."

It has the same consequences as the Blood Curse.

Perhaps this terrible curse was invented based on the principles of the Animagus, or the other way around.

Vincent was extremely determined, "Professor, I believe in myself, and I believe in your guidance even more."

"Thank you for your trust." The corners of Mag's mouth raised slightly,

"If you can master human body transformation proficiently before the end of this school year, I will guide you to complete the Animagus transformation starting from the next school year."

From the end of November to the end of June, a total of 7 months.

Rita can do it, so there's no reason why he can't.

"I won't let you down."

In the next few days, whenever Mag is free, Vincent will go to her office to practice.

I didn’t go to the club’s activity room much, and I didn’t care much about the sales of Gwent.

Black Swan Activity Room.

"Look at today's newspaper!" Draco raised his little face, "This is what my dad is capable of!"

Mr. Lucius spent a lot of money to hire three well-known alchemists in the industry, and successfully created a wizard card pool that is impeccable in appearance and function.

20 currency entrances are not enough, the grand point is just 100.

The silver and gold colors have no prestige, only platinum, diamonds and jade can show the status of pure blood.

According to the information obtained by a well-known reporter, someone has already offered the top price of 200 Galleons to buy the top-level Emerald Wizard card.

The wizards who bought it at a discount on the first day made crazy money.

There are many people who will regret it if they change hands and get 200 times the return.

The black swan is grinning, and the Court of Owls is a little panicked.

After visiting the activity room for a long time, Vincent was immediately blocked by Fred and George.

"Dude, do you know the sales volume of Gwent today?"

"There should be 2,000."

"No, not even 1,000."

If Wizards cards are going to engage in a price war, sales will definitely be affected.

Although it was a bit bigger than expected, it was acceptable until I saw today's newspaper.

"Oh - so shameless?"

Neither twin was in the mood to joke, but Vincent put the newspaper down with a smile.

"You direct and act on your own to increase the value of the second-hand market, and then let others take over in the end."

His bored expression made the two of them more nervous than the other.

"Dude, we're going to lose!"

"Calm down, it won't affect the final result."

"But if we don't do something, the black swan will really turn into a black swan!"

"Then they will die faster."

Use the gold galleons you earned to bribe the Ministry of Magic and then suppress the matter completely?

Vincent wished they would do this.

It's best to come here a few more times to make Fudge and the Ministry of Magic look bad so that a new magical government can be formed.

It's a pity that a fool can't be the Minister of Magic.

If you can do it once, you are very brave, but even if you have Dumbledore's reputation, you won't dare to do it a second time.

But regardless of success or failure, the injured are ordinary wizards.

Even if they know it's a scam, they are just falling into crazier greed, or trying every means to let others take over.

Wizard cards have always been used to make money.

There is no free lunch in the world, and this kind of lunch that is forced into the mouth is even less possible.

"Insidious and vicious!"

"Despicable!"

All bad adjectives came out of Fred and George's mouths one after another.

Once the scam starts, there is nothing anyone can do to stop it.

Vincent deeply remembered a proverb from his previous life:

Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents.

Good intentions are mistaken for bad intentions, and bad intentions are mistaken for good intentions.

He didn't dare to do this, and he never cared that the gentlemen at his feet dared to do so.

"Can't you stop them?"

"Mrs. Zabini gave me a set of wizard cards, and I will be regarded as a vested interest."

Fred and George went out cursing.

It seems that they are coming back from somewhere else to take revenge.

Vincent sat down quietly and opened a medical student textbook published by a Muggle press.

Although magic is idealistic, the more familiar you are with the human body, the more effective it will be in actual transformation.

This is just the beginning. Other animals must have a general understanding to reduce the risk of Animagus going berserk and out of control.

"Are you really not worried?" Hermione suddenly sat opposite him.

“Isn’t it good to further intensify class antagonisms?”

"You-you seem to have changed."

Vincent stopped turning the pages,

"Let's not talk about whether I, a little famous wizard, can successfully stop this gentleman. If a similar situation happens next time, do you think I should continue to stop him?"

Hermione pursed her lips, "But if we let it go, countless tragedies will definitely happen."

"I am not the savior." He turned to the next page of the textbook.

"I can't save them, and I have no obligation to save them."

"But--"

"There is no but, people have to pay for their own mistakes.

If you want to blame, just blame those who deceived them, and yourself who chose to believe so easily."

Hermione lowered her head and left.

If it was a public enemy like Voldemort, Vincent would rush forward without saying a word.

She sat back down opposite Daphne in despair, wanting to complain but she couldn't.

"What did he say?"

"I do not know how to put it."

After stumbling for about ten minutes, I finally restored the conversation I just had.

Daphne put her little hand on her hand, "It's very tiring to live like Professor Dumbledore. I think Vincent is right."

"Am I wrong?" Hermione pursed her lips tightly, trying to suppress the powerlessness deep in her heart.

"No, you are not wrong."

The world is not black and white, but more of the gray in between.

If Dumbledore symbolizes absolute whiteness, then Voldemort symbolizes absolute blackness.

She raised her little head in Daphne's concerned eyes and said, "Thank you, I feel much better."

His eyes gradually became firmer, as if he was eager to prove something.

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