This Hogwarts is not normal

Gringotts Bank is a bank managed by goblins and secured by the Ministry of Magic.

It has opened all over the world and is deeply trusted by wizards.

But Cornelius Fudge, the British Minister of Magic, came out worried.

Safety?

Safe ass!

Just forget about being sneaked into the vault in broad daylight.

Forget about the suspect running away in style,

It's been more than half an hour since the incident, but not a single hair has been found.

Is this person a man or a woman, and why do you want to mess with the new Minister of Magic?

Fudge, who was wearing a striped black suit, put on his top hat and walked toward the south side of Diagon Alley with his back straight.

People are running away without even a shadow, and reducing losses is the most important thing to do at the moment.

He stood in front of the group of reporters running faster than the elite Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. He put on a false smile and raised his hand to push open the door.

"Everyone, at noon..."

"Rita, do you have a good title?"

"Of course, Chief Editor Gu Fei."

Fudge swallowed his words.

A blond lady raised her jewel-encrusted glasses on the bridge of her nose and spoke a long list of headlines very quickly.

"The Inside Story: The Reason Behind the Horrible Theft from Gringotts,"

"The mysterious man returns again? On why the Ministry of Magic is so slack",

"Reporter risking his life to bring back news from Gringotts",

"Is Minister Fudge a wolf or a sheep?"..."

The person involved smiled even more when he heard this.

He walked slowly to Rita, who was still chattering, and took the first draft of the news into her hands in an extremely gentlemanly manner.

"Oh, it's so unfortunate—"

The reporters at the Daily Prophet couldn't help but turn their attention to the editor-in-chief.

Guffey stood up and said with a flattering smile: "Here you are, Minister Fudge."

Fudge glanced at the first draft, then put it back slowly, "It's just a thief.

Please believe me, the Ministry of Magic will not let him get away with it for long."

"Of course," Cuffey quickly took the first draft and tore it into pieces.

"Minister Fudge, we at the Daily Prophet have always followed the principle of seeking truth from facts and have never made any random claims."

"I believe you."

Fudge is gone.

His extraordinarily cool and calm figure showed no trace of the embarrassment he felt when he first learned the news.

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The Leaky Cauldron.

As we all know, the UK is a food desert.

Sandao Town's national famous dishes are also famous all over the world.

The uncooked lamb offal is mixed with onions and other seasonings, crushed and squeezed, then stuffed directly into the lamb belly for cooking. Naturally, every bite will make you cry.

Fresh sardines are wrapped in flour and eggs, and then passed through the sacred blessing of the oven. This pie with fish eyes facing the starry sky makes people's hands ready to move just because of its shape.

Finally, eel and vinegar are added to the broth, and the sweet and sour taste jelly formed after being fully cooled is the ultimate in satisfaction.

"This roasted suckling pig is quite fresh." Vincent, whose mouth was full of oil after eating, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Anyone who has eaten frozen food for eleven years and then suddenly has a fresh and juicy meal will be moved to tears on the spot.

His performance gave McGonagall a deeper understanding of the Wayne family's financial situation.

If it hadn't been for the treat given by the boss Tom, the family of three would probably not have dared to order these foods made with fresh ingredients.

Oh, what a poor family!

They can't pay the rent,

No fresh food is available,

I can't even afford a mere 100 Galleons.

Life for the Wayne family is really miserable!

Ever since he sobered up, Eric noticed that there was always something wrong with her eyes.

This feeling of sympathy and pity made him subconsciously slow down when he ate pickled eel.

"Professor, don't you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry yet," Mag pushed the game pie in front of him forward: "There is still a lot of time in the afternoon, we can eat slowly."

Vincent wiped his oil-spattered mouth with a napkin: "Professor McGonagall, won't it disturb your work?"

“It’s still a long time before school starts—”

Mag rubbed his little head with the palm of her hand, "Of the families assigned to me to visit this year, apart from you, there is only one left."

Vincent folded the napkin politely and said, "That's great. I hope we can buy everything on the list this afternoon."

"Most definitely."

At this moment, a bright light flashed from the fireplace in the bar.

As soon as Rita, who was wearing a light yellow robe, appeared, Mag's face suddenly darkened.

"Who is Mr. Wayne? Please..."

She followed the gaze in the bar and looked at the four people sitting at the bar enjoying lunch.

"Rita, we are having a meal." Mag pursed her lips and did not give her a good look.

"It turns out to be Professor McGonagall, what a coincidence!"

Rita took out her notebook and pen, showed what she thought was a charming smile, and wrote something quickly.

"This must be Mr. Wayne who successfully challenged Gamp..."

She looked at Eric condescendingly and recorded the words "thick-limbed Muggle".

"Is this your wife?"

Feeling a little confused, Eric nodded.

"Oh, and your son," Rita's expression was as excited as a shark smelling blood: "Mr. Little Wayne has a good physique~"

She reached out and pinched Vincent's upper arm, "Are you born like this?"

"not completely……"

"I know." She quickly wrote a line: "You will become a well-known person in the magical world."

"Rita!"

Under Mag's unkind eyes, she took half a step back angrily.

"Don't worry, I won't write anything wrong."

Rita put away her notebook and pen, "The task the editor-in-chief gave me is just a big news that attracts attention."

"Please." Mag spread his hands.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

After she used Floo powder to leave, Vincent couldn't help but ask: "Professor, was that reporter from the Daily Prophet just now?"

"Yes."

The uneasy McGonagall hesitated several times before finally speaking out: "It's true that Rita Skeeter is a reporter, but the articles she wrote..."

She paused to let her expression soften, "In short, you'd better be wary of this person."

Vincent understood instantly.

How credible can the news written by a reporter who doesn't even follow dining etiquette have?

But if this report is taken out of context, can it still be as outrageous as Alphabet News?

Disapprovingly, he drank the red tea calmly and said, "Professor, the protagonist is my father, and my mother and I are just backgrounds."

"I hope so." McGonagall dismissed her worries on the surface.

She had secretly made up her mind to pay attention to all the reports in the newspapers starting tonight.

As for the most important thing now, it is to be a good guide for the Wayne family who are new to the magical world.

"Starting from the trash can, count three pieces upward, and then count two pieces horizontally——"

The Wayne family in the backyard of the bar saw that the entire wall began to shrink outward the moment Mag tapped the correct bricks on the wall.

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At the end of the cobbled arched passage is Oxford Street, the wizarding commercial center of Diagon Alley, the British wizarding world.

Vincent was very satisfied with his nickname.

Look at the crowds coming and going here, all of them are wearing robes and pointed hats.

Coupled with all kinds of strange and weird shops, it seems that it is quite appropriate to call it a square.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley——"

McGonagall faced the Wayne family and said proudly: "Welcome to the real magical world."

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