This Hogwarts is not normal

The twelfth floor of the Ministry of Magic.

Yamamoto was dumbfounded when he was brought back from the underwater coral colony by law enforcement officers.

It's just a request to relax. How come you wake up in the Ministry of Magic?

The person in front of him was none other than Captain Kagura of the law enforcement team.

It is notoriously difficult to get through, and it is impossible to get past the lake.

How could he, Yamamoto Kujiu, be so virtuous and capable that he could be so loved by this elder?

"name."

"Yamamoto - Yamamoto ninety-nine."

"gender."

"male."

"Profession."

"Former reporter."

Kagura narrowed her eyes, "My current occupation."

Yamamoto shrank his head and said, "Jobless—a homeless person."

The tenth floor is the minister's office.

There is also an "interrogation" going on here.

Strictly speaking, no, but Takuma always thinks so.

More than half a month ago, we had a conversation here that was not easy, but could be considered a pleasant one.

Unexpectedly, on this lively night, the two protagonists at that time were present again.

"Mr. Wayne, what are you going to say to me alone?"

Vincent, who had taken off his knight armor, smiled and said, "Minister Aweiya, which one do you think is more important, the truth or the result?"

Takuma answered without hesitation: "The truth will verify whether the results are reasonable. I think they are equally important."

"We are not the same kind of people." Vincent put away the guilt in his heart and said

"The truth is a bottomless abyss that can only be approached infinitely.

It is man who determines the outcome, and he is affected by the truth."

"We are indeed not the same kind of people." Takuma glanced at the ceiling,

"Mr. Wayne, this disappearance was probably planned by you, right?"

"Yes." Vincent met his sharp eyes,

"I will first use the results to solve the problem, and then continue to make corrections in the future, and then solve the problems behind the truth one by one.

Minister Abuya, I am an ideal realist."

Takuma's eyes softened, "Then I am a realistic idealist."

Take the initiative to hand over your chips. In addition to trusting his character, you also believe that he will make the right choice.

"Knock knock——"

"Come in."

Kagura felt the strange atmosphere the moment she opened the door.

The minister's aura was so strong that Vincent, who was opposite him, could actually sit still.

He quietly put down the three bamboo slips he had just received from the interrogation, then quietly walked out of the office and closed the door.

Takuma opened one of them and said, "Mr. Wayne, do you mind if I see the truth first?"

"Of course I don't mind." Vincent picked up the steaming teacup.

Judging from the increasingly gloomy expression on his face, he knew that what Yamamoto had confessed before was the same as what he had just confessed in the interrogation room on the 12th floor.

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The difference is just a different perspective and a different perspective.

From his perspective, there is no doubt that the group of people led by Mie Ashiya are enemies.

From Takuma's perspective, his wife did bad things with good intentions, and was ultimately the culprit of this farce.

After drinking a cup of tea, I also read all three bamboo slips.

"Mr. Wayne, I am a very principled person."

"At the same time, you are also a very responsible person."

Either expose the truth and let the Ministry of Magic lose its absolute credibility.

Either hide the truth and continue to maintain peace for hundreds of years.

Tuozhen sighed softly, closed the three bamboo slips,

"You can guess the result, and you must have thought about how to solve the problem, right?"

Vincent nodded and said his own method:

"Minister Weiwu, only a very small number of wizards in the UK know about this matter..."

Takuma frowned tightly.

The evil force appears again, and he has no reason to refuse to help.

Once the year before last and once last year.

I guarantee there will be another one this year, and maybe it will come back next year.

"I'm sorry I can't tell you the whole truth." Vincent filled his tea cup and drank it.

"But I can guarantee that this is true. Even if you don't want to believe me, please believe Professor Dumbledore."

If this was a made-up story, Takuma admitted it.

"I will let Meihui terminate the contract as soon as possible."

"Can you wait a little longer?"

His sharp gaze met Vincent's eyes again.

"Old Malfoy is a former Death Eater. If Voldemort comes back, they may crawl back on their knees as soon as possible."

If the contract is unilaterally broken, it will be difficult for Wizard Cards to develop in Asia.

The big country on the other side of the sea rarely communicates with the Western magical world, and doing business with the next smaller country is generally considered difficult.

If we don’t open a gap here, we can only choose Southeast Asia, which has a smaller market.

Wizards is a competitor to Gwent, and Vincent has no reason to give up this opportunity.

"Minister Ayiya, have you ever heard of a Ponzi scheme?"

Takuma thought for a moment and suddenly understood.

No wonder the value of the wizard card is so high. It turns out that the plan is to use it to mature and then kill a lot of people.

Then those who have cooperated with them are likely to become scapegoats in the future.

"It seems that you are fully prepared to come."

If Takuma didn't agree to hide the truth, Vincent would never tell the truth about the Wizard Card.

The Weiwu family was dying even if they had to bear this huge thunder that was the enemy of the world.

"Minister Aishiya, after all, I am here to be interrogated by you."

"Mr. Wayne, aren't we negotiating?"

"Different perspectives lead to different views."

Before Vincent left, he waved his wand at the three bamboo slips on the table.

They break into very small pieces and then turn into powder little by little.

He waved his wand again toward the trash can next to the table.

Burying the truth with your own hands still feels a bit like it.

Vincent walked out of the office and met Kagura's slightly surprised eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Kagura."

After saying hello politely, he set his sights at the end of the corridor.

Dumbledore put his hands behind his back and looked back.

"Mr. Wayne -" Kagura pushed open the door to the minister's office, her expression unnatural, "I'm glad you came back safe and sound."

"Thank you." Vincent walked towards Dumbledore.

"Click -" the door closed.

The person responsible for interrogating Yamamoto should be Kagura.

It feels good to be underestimated, especially when the turn comes not long after.

Dumbledore smiled and looked at Vincent standing in front of him.

Just now, he seemed to have returned to Godric's Hollow nearly a century ago.

"Good job, Vincent."

"Have you guessed it?"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded slightly.

Combined with Vincent's determination to dismantle British pure-blood supremacy, he can think of two benefits.

One, cut off the connection between pure-blood families and the Ministry of Magic, and make the magical world a little more open and transparent.

Second, beware of the Death Eaters that will surely develop and grow after Voldemort returns.

Not many people can be recruited domestically, but it is foreseeable that they will go abroad.

Dumbledore ended the silence, "I thought you were going to fight."

Vincent smiled proudly, "It's better to have one more friend than one more enemy."

"Oh - are you finally willing to forgive them generously?"

He curled his lips and said, "Professor, I actually have a small book that records revenge targets. Do you want to guess who is in it?"

The Malfoy and Black Swan families are definitely there, and Voldemort may not be able to escape.

As for Snape, he should be gone now.

Judging from this tone, Abe and Abe are both here.

Dumbledore blinked pitifully, "I shouldn't be up there, right?"

Vincent tilted his head slightly and said, "Professor, you are first in line."

reciprocal……

It's impossible.

This is something that is self-evident.

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