This Hogwarts is not normal

Vincent returned to the room and turned on the light, slowly moved a stool and sat on the bedside.

Sam's eyes were as wide as light bulbs.

After untying the restraints on his mouth, he spoke an authentic American curse.

Then I couldn't say it anymore.

Staring at him with murderous eyes, Vincent slowly shook his wand,

"Mr. Sam Chavez, when you came here, you probably didn't report it to the British Ministry of Magic, right?"

Sam, who was suddenly able to speak, snorted coldly, "Wayne, Director Graves is making fun of me. If you have some sense, please untie it for me."

Vincent smacked his lips, "First of all, you have to be able to go back to the United States, right?

I have some connections with Minister Fudge, so I reported you for illegal entry, and you must be able to be imprisoned in Azkaban for at least ten days and eight days."

"Sour radish——" Sam quickly closed his mouth.

Yin Fulin was at home. After scolding her, she might not have to say goodbye with a smile.

"Wayne~" He put on a flattering smile, "We are all old friends, and I know you wouldn't do such a cruel thing."

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"Then what should I do?" Vincent clenched his fists, "You are a wanted criminal!

If anyone finds out that I'm covering up your affair, Mr. Graves may be standing in front of me in the next second."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Isn't there an anti-Apparition spell at Hogwarts?"

"What if it's during vacation!"

He curled his lips and said, "Should I run away immediately?"

"How can that be okay!" Vincent straightened up as if changing his face,

"If I were implicated by you again and were taken back for investigation, wouldn't your conscience hurt?"

The muscles in Sam's entire face were beating crazily.

Play, keep playing.

"I'll surrender to the head office then, right?"

"No!" Vincent covered his chest, "It doesn't matter if I was caught, the key is my parents.

They don't know magic. If you are affected by Legilimency or drink Veritaserum, you will never have a good night's sleep in your life!"

"I-" Sam was stunned for a moment,

"No, aren't both of them strictly prohibited by the International Federation of Wizards?"

"Minister Fudge may not dare, but his personal secretary definitely does!"

"This—how about I surrender now?"

Vincent leaned over with a dark face, "Think carefully, I heard that no one who can come out of Azkaban is not neurotic."

"Gufu—" Sam swallowed, "Then what do you want me to do?"

"What should I do?" Vincent raised the corner of his mouth, "If I get caught, you will feel bad about it, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"If you surrender, you will definitely implicate me, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"So, you have to teach me a simple escape magic."

"Um - wait!" Sam responded.

It's been laying the groundwork for so long, and it's been deceiving for so long. It turns out it's his idea.

"First, let's talk about what magic is."

"Apparition."

With this expression, if you don't agree, you will continue to mistreat me, right?

"That's all?"

"Of course more than that."

Sam glanced to the other side disdainfully, "Can you be sincere in asking for help?

No matter how you say it, I am an outstanding Auror of the Magical Congress, and I have received the Congressional Medal of Honor."

Vincent straightened up and gently rubbed his sore face, "I haven't asked you for food money yet.

After all this mess, you still dare to buy things from my father? Do you have any money?

Of course, I'm talking about pounds."

Sam's eyes became more and more guilty.

Good guy, it's on credit, right?

One cannot...at least one should not,

How did such a person become an Auror when he was staring at him to death?

Sam doesn't deserve to be treated well!

Vincent, who understood this truth, felt no guilt in his heart and even felt that he was doing justice for God.

"No money? Then work for me to pay off your debt!"

It's reasonable and well-founded, but nothing is right.

There are only two choices.

Either live with humiliation and humiliation, or survive by chance after being tortured.

"Okay." Sam agreed reluctantly.

Vincent groped with his little hands on the bed, "Before signing the magic contract, your wand will be temporarily kept by me."

"Ah? You can't trust me?"

"If you cause trouble, you can just slap your butt and run away -" He picked up Sam's wand and shook it.

"Mr. Chavez, do you think I should be more careful?"

Sam had nothing to say.

I did think about breaking the curse and running away just now, but that was just a thought.

Mainly anti-customer?

The incident with the yacht last year is still fresh in my mind.

And this is the Wayne family, the Wayne family who pulls out guns and shoots whenever they disagree.

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After dawn,

Dumbledore comes to the Ministry of Magic again.

Of course he wasn't here to report a wanted criminal, he was here to get Morfin's bail documents.

He went straight to the minister's office to explain his purpose, but Fudge shook his head sadly.

"Albus, Morfin Gaunt died the day before yesterday."

Dumbledore lowered his head and sighed.

He believed that no one would dare to do anything in Azkaban, but it was a pity that he could not really help Morfin.

"Any last words for Mr. Gunter?"

"No, but I don't think he felt any pain when he left."

"Yeah..." Dumbledore regained his composure and looked into Fudge's eager eyes.

"Albus, are the things in Japan true?"

"Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, it is indeed a blasting spell that minimizes its power."

If it were a normal blasting spell, there would still be debris left.

Sirius Black once used this spell to blow up an entire street corner, killing 12 Muggles on the spot.

Peter Pettigrew, who was directly hit by him, was completely blown to ashes. If there was not one finger left, no one would have known that he died from the blasting curse.

No matter how much he didn't want to believe it, Fudge had to accept the fact that the Death Eaters had appeared.

"Albus, he - why didn't those people take action immediately?"

"He is too weak, and the cost of possessing a living person is very high."

Quirrell's miserable appearance must have experienced extreme pain.

Alas - what a top student in Yingyuan.

Dumbledore had almost explained everything, and seemed to want to say something more before leaving.

"Albus, do you have anything else to do?"

"No more, Connelly."

If the Wizard card explodes, it will explode, and it's too late to say it now.

Fudge saw him off personally.

The look and gesture were quite impressive, but unfortunately they failed to impress Dumbledore.

After a flash of fire, Fudge returned to the office with a dark face.

Lucius just donated a large sum of gold galleons a few days ago, so the Death Eater story may be true.

Voldemort's new recruit?

Impossible, it must have slipped through the cracks thirteen years ago!

He seemed to be comforting himself.

Dumbledore said that Voldemort is still weak and may not be able to regain his strength for another thirteen years.

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