This Hogwarts is not normal

Returning to the dining table, Lucius found his wife and children waiting.

"Dad, did you get rid of that stinky beggar?"

"No, he came to give money to our family."

After briefly explaining what happened, Draco's eyes became more and more adoring.

Pies will not fall from the sky, and if one falls, two will fall.

You can make money while lying down, and you can also cause trouble for Gwent. No fool would refuse.

Narcissa was a little worried, "He didn't play word games on the contract, did he?"

"No, I've seen it all."

She picked up the contract and read it carefully four or five times, "Gwent must have brought a lot of pressure to them."

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend." Lucius picked up the knife and fork again.

"Now our interests are aligned, but this cooperative relationship will not last long."

Draco blinked his big eyes, "Dad, are you saying those stinky beggars will betray us?"

"There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests."

Lucius's knife blade moved downwards and cut into the golden toast on the exquisite dinner plate.

"When they can no longer provide us with benefits, that is when they become enemies."

In less than half a second, Draco immediately returned to the elegance and calmness that the Malfoy family should have.

"Dad, when our wizard cards spread throughout the magical world around the world, Wayne's tattered Gwent cards won't even be able to be sold in a small island country like this."

"Things without value are just a pile of waste." Lucius slowly chewed small pieces of golden toast.

The sweetness is moderate, the outside is crispy, and the inside is still warm.

Gold Galleons are a good thing, and no wizard can have too much.

Not only can you buy alchemy tablecloths that can monitor the entrance, but you can also buy magic dishes that can stay warm and fresh for a long time.

Harvest the world?

A suitable scapegoat just happened to appear. Deal more with the magical governments of other countries and donate some gold and galleons to a few charity funds...

"Narcissa, your skills have improved again."

Lucius was in a particularly good mood as he ate more and more delicious food.

Draco's admiration was at its peak.

How could a mere Vayne be his father's opponent?

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Gaoling Village.

Vincent, who had woken up early, was doing his daily exercise in the backyard of the hotel.

Yesterday I did a lot of exercise, but I didn’t have any symptoms of muscle soreness.

Once the wizard's body, which is far superior to that of a Muggle's, continues to be exercised, he did not expect such an exaggerated improvement.

Compared with Tyson, who became the world boxing champion at the age of twenty and could hit 800 pounds of force with one fist at his peak...

If you use buff magic and knock down a whole bottle of perfect enhancer, can you break a relatively hard skull with one punch?

Let’s test our current strength first.

Vincent, who came back from the room, hung up the sandbags and stood in front of him, clenching his right fist.

The hotel owner was a short middle-aged uncle, and he watched him exercise with great interest from the beginning while holding hot tea.

Is it possible that Wayne, who has become famous recently, can punch through a sandbag?

"Peng——" It really got through.

The uncle shook his hand and spilled half the cup of hot tea.

Generally speaking, it takes at least 500 pounds of force to punch through a sandbag.

Vincent's pierced size is smaller, weighing only two-thirds of the normal 50 kilograms.

Rounding it off, it’s barely 300 pounds.

"Well -" He squatted in front of the sandbag and thought for a while, then took out his wand and restored the sandbag.

Mithril robes can only protect against ordinary curses. There is still a long way to go before you want to become a melee mage.

However, it does look promising when used with bullets engraved with magic circuits.

He hung up the sandbag again and punched it through again with his left fist while the boss looked stunned.

As long as you have enough strength, this is something that can be easily accomplished.

A thorough analysis of the finality of all curses, so that magic can no longer block bullets, and even Muggle children can kill wizards.

If it were engraved on the mushroom...

The sandbags were repaired and the sandbags were punctured.

Repair it again and punch it through again.

The boss is already numb.

He felt that with Vincent's power, he could compete with the snow monsters that occasionally appeared in Mount Fuji in winter and whose fur had anti-magic properties.

Hermione, who was yawning, happened to pass by on the backyard corridor after washing up.

The corner of her mouth twitched a little, "Vincent, what are you doing?"

"Think about the problem and do some exercise." He hung up the sandbag.

"Wait!" Hermione trotted over.

The skin was broken, but I didn't even notice it.

Vincent was pulled up by his wrist, the wound almost touching his eye.

"I'm really impressed by you."

She pursed her lips and tapped the wound lightly with her grapevine wand, "Healed as before——"

The scratched epidermis began to slowly heal.

"When did you learn the healing spell?"

"Not long ago." Hermione held up her other hand, "Don't you feel pain?"

When Vincent saw the turtle healing so quickly, he wanted to say, "Let him come."

"I was just too absorbed in my thoughts and didn't pay much attention."

She raised her little head and said, "Remember to be more careful next time. If you get a fracture, you will feel better."

It's not like I haven't tried it...

"I will." After the wound was completely healed, Vincent quickly moved his fingers.

"As expected of Miss Know-It-All, she looks just like she did when she wasn't injured!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and put away her wand.

"Although I don't tell you, you know it, but you must not be so confident that you don't take protective measures when conducting magic experiments."

[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.]

There are countless wizards who died because of this in history, and there were also many talented ones.

Her warning came very timely.

"Thank you, Hermione." Vincent was debating whether to start analyzing the ending of all curses.

If it succeeds, the consequences will be serious.

As long as the mushroom button is pressed once, no matter who you are, you will gradually get lost in this power.

The same goes for bullets that can penetrate magic.

A terrible future, a future so terrible that Muggle children can kill wizards.

No wonder Nico didn't do research on the finality of all curses. Such a future is completely uncontrollable.

Just like the mushroom bomb, as long as it is invented and used publicly, countless wizards will start to study it.

This is a risk that even Dumbledore cannot take.

Hermione saw that he was worried, and her pursed lips finally relaxed.

"I'm going to have breakfast now, do you want to join me?"

Vincent shook his head and turned around with her.

The hotel owner, who had drank several cups of hot tea, was looking at the two of them with a smile.

Hermione lowered her little head at the speed of light, "Mr. Yasuda, when did you come here?"

Vincent met his suggestive eyes generously and said, "She's always there."

"Ah - um - really? Hahaha -"

Her laughter was extremely exaggerated, as if she was trying to hide something.

Yasuda put down his teacup and stood up, "Please wait a moment, both of you, I'm going to prepare breakfast now."

Only when his footsteps could no longer be heard, Hermione dared to raise her little head.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"This is nothing to be embarrassed about." Vincent shrugged nonchalantly.

"We're all just 12-year-olds."

Hermione wanted to say that she was actually 13 years old.

And he doesn't look like he's 12 years old.

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