This Hogwarts is not normal

again,

Hermione once again felt the gap between herself and Vincent.

She was not discouraged, but was grateful to be friends with him.

"It's over?"

"Yeah." She took off her gloves, "No matter how bad the Ministry of Magic is, I want to change it from within."

Vincent put away the two pairs of gloves and said, "Let's go and see how rotten it is."

Putting on the gloves transformed from the mithril ring, he put the pig-headed Tash into a small cloth bag cast with a traceless stretching spell.

"How are you going to take someone to the Ministry of Magic?"

"In a way that no one can think of."

Go back upstairs,

Sam is drinking butterbeer.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the wooden cups provided by Aberforth were very dirty and looked as if they had never been cleaned.

"Are you so fast?"

The ambiguous question made Hermione and Daphne blush again and lower their heads.

Vincent rolled his eyes and shook the small bag in his hand.

"Wait for me." Sam raised the cup and drank the beer in one breath.

Toffee flavor, low alcohol content.

He didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with the cup, nor did he think there was anything wrong with drinking some wine before setting off.

Aberforth watched the four people disappear into the black and white vortex.

Rinse the wooden cup with water slightly, then place it upside down.

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Central London, outside Westminster Abbey.

Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Hermione quickly let go of Vincent's little hand.

The one holding Daphne did not let go.

Sam put his arm around Vincent's shoulders, winked at him and said:

"Wayne, you little brat is so thick-skinned~"

"Because I have never had any dirty thoughts like yours."

It is normal for children to be shy and blush.

So in Sam's eyes, Vincent who doesn't behave like this is abnormal.

"When they grow up, I don't believe you can still be like this."

"Thanks for reminding me, I will definitely disguise myself better."

If you speak harshly, you must be speaking harshly!

The facial expressions look quite similar.

Sam pouted and let go, "Are you sure your Auror won't find this way?"

Vincent looked up at the Gothic church in front of him, "This is a church exclusive to the royal family. If you are worried, add some magic to the mouth of the bag."

Muggles can find the launch point based on the parabola, but wizards don't even have mathematical formulas. Unlocking the magic will reset the state of the bag.

The reset spell cannot restore the magic. If you lose this process, you will not be able to find the launch point.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk - this is such a dirty trick!" Sam looked up at the central tower of the church,

"You should be able to see the entrance to your Ministry of Magic from above."

Vincent raised his right hand holding the bag towards Hermione, "I brought an alchemical telescope so we can see clearly later."

The moment I held my wrist, the uncomfortable squeezing feeling came again.

When she let go, the small bag was thrown to the top of the tower.

Rolling and rolling, I almost fell.

The two little witches, whose faces were full of black lines, then saw that the mithril gloves he was wearing turned into telescopes.

Alchemy is really convenient.

While Sam was comforting himself that he didn't need to be envious, Vincent had already opened the suitcase and took out the ebony wand.

"Those witch scum?"

"No, I burned them all."

"Whose is this?"

"It belongs to Shay Patel, the evil wizard who is trying to cause trouble for my mother."

We've even found the scapegoat, but I'm afraid we'll have to find a retired legendary Auror to find them.

Unfortunately, Moody is Dumbledore's man.

Sam cast 19 kinds of magic on the bag.

Ordinary staff at the Ministry of Magic may not notice the small cloth bag on the ground, but qualified Aurors will definitely detect its magical aura.

First they feel curious, then they confirm the danger, and finally they try to open it.

He shivered inexplicably.

Having such a thorough understanding of human nature at the age of 12, the British Ministry of Magic is unlucky.

"Wayne, I got it!"

Vincent pointed the ebony wand at the bag and pulled it in front of him.

Hermione and Daphne tacitly took out the telescopes from the suitcase and gave Sam an extra pair.

"Prepare--

emission!"

The floating bag seemed to be equipped with a jet engine and flew along the Thames towards Whitehall in central London.

Its speed became slower and slower, flying over several dilapidated buildings, over a small bar, and then over a wall covered with graffiti, arriving over a dirty street.

It landed on the ground with a "clack" and rolled a few times before stopping next to a dilapidated red phone booth.

Vincent took out the snacks made by Dobby, then took out a set of ordinary tea sets, and finally spread a red blanket on the top of the tower.

Sam twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely.

Look at the two little witches with worried faces, this is how children should behave.

“Don’t you Americans like afternoon tea?”

"I don't like it, I can even say I hate it."

Gritting his teeth, he probably really hates it.

Fortunately, Vincent was prepared.

He took out a coffee pot and said, "If you want to drink, just make it yourself."

Sam was so angry that he simply sat down.

Anyway, he can run away at any time, and if he wants to catch him, he must first catch the mastermind from his own country.

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…

The second floor of the Ministry of Magic,

Auror Office.

Scrimgeour was looking through the compiled confessions.

Slade, the number one witch scumbag, tried every means to reduce his sentence, but in the end he fell into his hands.

The remaining 52 people collectively agreed that they go there at least once a week and have maintained this habit for 7 years.

Reduce the sentence? The sentence must be increased!

He closed his confession and looked around the office.

Most Aurors are rectifying Knockturn Alley and Spider End Alley, and those who remain here are relatively junior ones.

"Tonks!"

"Here!" Tonks hurriedly came to his desk.

"Bring these statements to Director Bones."

Scrimgeour paused, seeming hesitant.

Those two mysterious wizards are very familiar with Aurors, so if you want to investigate, it's best to keep it secret.

"How is your teacher lately?"

Tonks stayed for a while and said, "He is very good. He even went to Germany some time ago."

Moody's nickname is "Mad-Eye", and he personally captured half of the dark wizards in Azkaban.

However, the real reason why he is deeply trusted by wizards is that he has successfully brought all the Aurors who became Death Eaters back to the right path without using the Unforgivable Curse.

Although he has become a bit suspicious recently, and his personality is impulsive and irritable, he is a person who truly implements justice.

He cannot be one of the two mysterious wizards, and he is most likely to catch them personally.

After chatting with Tonks for a while, Scrimgeour had decided to ask this legendary Auror for help.

After handing over his work, he apparated to the ground.

No wizards were kidnapped all day long, so those 53 witch scum should be all.

I am in a happy mood and feel much more relaxed.

etc!

Why is there a small cloth bag next to the entrance?

Scrimgeour looked around as if realizing something.

The "caught" witch scum were just accomplices, and the real principal culprit was Tash Hemond, who was taken away by two mysterious wizards.

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