This Hogwarts is not normal

During lunch, Hermione always glanced at Vincent intentionally or unintentionally.

Beauxbatons' castle and part of the land were funded by Nico and Perenal when they were young.

The beautiful and huge fountain on campus is also named after them.

Occupying 7 Hogwarts school director seats, he is the proper chairman of the board of directors.

There are only three magic schools in Europe, and two of them have very close ties with him.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that the gap was getting infinitely wider. After lunch, she found Vincent.

"I want to learn silent spells and wandless casting!"

Vincent shook his head stiffly as he almost dropped the cake.

Hypnosis may be able to quickly cast silent spells, but without experiencing a true near-death state, it is impossible to cast wandless spells in advance at a critical moment.

Magic is idealistic, and the soul, body, and spirit are indispensable.

Hermione has not yet reached the threshold of these three things, and she cannot learn them even if she is taught.

"Where's the Patronus Charm?" she asked cautiously,

"If this doesn't work either-"

"Okay." Vincent remembered when she first entered school.

It was clear that the remaining pride was being shattered time and time again, but every time I mustered up the courage to ask him for help.

"Can I come too?" Daphne, who came over quietly, had the same stubbornness on her face.

"Of course."

Although being friends with such people can be stressful, this pressure will eventually turn into motivation for progress.

There is only one History of Magic class in the afternoon.

The old rules are broken.

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Knockturn Alley.

Compared with the adjacent and bustling Diagon Alley, this place is like a dark and gloomy alley.

All the wizards who appeared here had their faces covered tightly, and the few who showed their faces were all recognized dangerous figures.

The night demon Shay Patel, who walks in the dark and uses magic to tease other people's souls, can barely be considered a middle-class person.

Disorder and chaos are synonymous with Knockturn Alley, and neither law nor morality applies here.

Whoever has no bottom line will live a more comfortable life.

Mrs. Zabini, who was carefully disguised, stopped in front of a bar with bones as decorations and a signboard that seemed to be written in blood.

Called "Half Girl," the open front door is covered in smooth light-colored leather.

She tightened her dusty, tattered cloak slightly around her body.

The long hem wrapped the two slender legs, dragging a vague black trace on the ground.

"Welcome, guest." The bar owner is a strange old man with only single digits of hair and only two teeth left.

In addition to weird-shaped wine bottles, the wine cabinet behind him also has many skulls of various shapes.

A few are clearly human.

"Do you know anything about the Night Demon?" Mrs. Zabini's voice was so hoarse that her gender could not be distinguished at all.

"Not yet." The boss put away a gold galleon she put on the bar.

"Any news from the Wayne family?"

"10 galleons."

Mrs. Zabini put down a small handful and said, "I want to know everything!"

A few minutes later, she walked out of the bar.

The expression under the cloak was extremely gloomy.

The new store manager of Gwent's main store in Diagon Alley actually lives at Wayne's house.

The former store manager was an unfathomable vampire, but now this one is a ruthless character with a bad temper.

The regulars of Half Girl Bar had a gambling game after drinking not long ago:

Whoever can take an emerald card from the Black Swan Wizard card house will be the first to enjoy the next batch of "goods".

She doesn't care what the "goods" are, she cares that no wizard succeeds and then shifts the goal to Gwent's colored cards.

The new store manager doesn't seem very smart, but any spell is very powerful.

Can the stun spell break 6 ribs?

Can a disarming spell break an entire arm bone?

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Injuries is out of reach, and the seriously injured ones haven't shown up lately.

It is not difficult to deal with such a ruthless person, but what is difficult is how to avoid being discovered by the Ministry of Magic.

Invite a real dark wizard?

If something unexpected happens, she definitely won't be able to run away.

Then there is only one goal left.

I was on a business trip in the Middle East, right? I tied up both the person and the goods!

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Southwest Asia, near the southeastern border of Türkiye.

In this endless desert, five yellow off-road vehicles drove in one after another.

Judging from the rough welding marks, they are all equipped with thick steel plates.

"H?zl? park yeri (stop)!" a piercing cry came from the loudspeaker outside the watchtower at the border checkpoint.

The four soldiers had their rifles ready, as if they were about to shoot at any moment.

The SUV at the front stopped, as did those behind.

"Inmek (get off)!"

A stocky officer wearing sunglasses poked his head out of the watchtower.

The doors of the 5th car opened, and 20 burly men who were much bigger and also wore sunglasses got out.

The officer above frowned.

White people are still professionally trained.

He raised the cable microphone in his hand again and spoke in a gentler tone of English that was not fluent:

"What country are you from and where are you going?"

The man in the back seat of the first off-road vehicle took off his sunglasses and walked in front with his hands raised.

"We are from the UK and we came here to do some small business."

"UK? United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland?"

"Yes."

The officer looked at the burly blond man below with confusion.

Based on the depth of the tire tracks, even if the car is equipped with steel plates, the weight of the product is estimated to be not light.

"Do you have access documents?"

"certainly."

A soldier went down and brought up the documents.

The signature and seal belong to a general and are valid until July this year.

He glanced at the name column and said, "Mr. Wayne, you can leave now."

Just across the border is Iraq.

To be able to come to this kind of place, and there is a general who acquiesces.

Although he knew what the product was, a mere petty officer did not have the guts to search it.

Signaling the soldier to put down his gun, he then personally sent the documents back.

"Thank you." Eric put on his sunglasses, smiled and turned back to the car.

Five off-road vehicles passed the checkpoint one after another.

Before sunset, they left the desert and came to the plains.

They are all well-trained former members of the special forces, and they quickly found a suitable mountainous area to spend the night.

Set up a campfire and open the cans.

Eric missed yesterday's Turkish kebab meal very much.

"Captain, the oatmeal is ready!"

He finished the can in a few moments, then filled the empty can with cereal.

The conditions were a bit difficult, but we were finally able to get through without any hindrance.

Türkiye's economy has been in bad shape in recent years, and domestic workers have gone on strike one after another.

The mafia became more and more brazen, and the military intervened in politics on the pretext of stopping the organized crime.

If this continues, inflation will definitely occur.

As for finance...

Forget it, let’s just sell some small commodities honestly.

Under the eyes of a dozen pairs of expectant eyes, Eric drank the cereal in one gulp.

He smacked his lips and said, "Hunter, you are too seasoned!"

"That's impossible." Hunter poured a ladle into the pot.

It's salty and sweet, and it makes your tongue numb.

"Hey, sir, how about I add more water?"

Those who had not yet tasted the cereal looked at him with particularly unkind eyes.

Hunter opened a bottle of mineral water and said, "What do you lazy guys look like?

No matter how bad I cook it, it's still better than what Melvin cooked in Bulgaria last week!"

His eyes shifted to a tall man named Melvin.

He raised an international hand gesture towards Hunter, "You idiot, got your brain kicked by a donkey? It's obviously you who slapped your chest to ensure that you can cook this damn thing!"

Hunter politely returned the same gesture, "At least it can be eaten, unlike you who cooked it all!"

Eric shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The first few business transactions have been too smooth, and it seems that we need to find some serious trouble.

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