This Hogwarts is not normal

Drink tea and eat snacks.

Sam suddenly discovered that the British knew how to enjoy themselves, especially Vincent who occasionally raised his telescope.

"Tsk tsk - it makes me not even want to go back to Magic Congress."

Hermione, holding hot tea, shook her head in disappointment.

Another one who was deceived.

She looked at Daphne next to her.

Those who have been deceived voluntarily will not be able to get angry even more.

"Don't, Mr. Graves will kill me." Vincent took a bite of the yogurt waffle.

Sour and sweet, it is a perfect match for black tea.

"If you want to kill me, kill me first." Sam stuffed a large piece of salty scone into his mouth.

If it's dry, drink some iced Americano with sugar and milk.

Vincent moved aside in disgust.

If this were in Italy, this man would have been beaten to the ground.

It’s okay to add sugar and milk, but it’s a cup of “shabu-shabu water” when you add ice and water.

Like pineapple pizza, Italians will think this is a waste of food and the biggest insult to them.

A mouth full of salty scones and iced American style, and he chewed them in a very rude manner.

Sam should be on the gallows.

Vincent took a sip of black tea to calm down his shock, then raised his binoculars to look over.

"Bloody Hell!" almost didn't come out.

Sam, who was still chewing, stared at him with disdain.

Don’t make a fuss, be classy.

"The thing was picked up, and it was the Director Auror who picked it up."

The mixed iced American scone crumbs sprayed all over the three plates holding the snacks.

Before accusing him of his behavior, Hermione and Daphne picked up their binoculars and looked over together.

Scrimgeour weighed the small bag, as if to estimate its weight.

Then he carefully opened the bag, then frowned and took out his wand.

Unlock the sticking spell, untie the anti-detection spell, untie the firming spell...

After about 10 minutes, he unlocked the last magic.

Instead of opening the bag and looking inside, he used magic to detect it first.

Judging from the tightly furrowed brows, it seemed that he knew what was inside.

Scrimgeour finally disappeared into the black and white vortex of Apparition.

Vincent put down the telescope, and his hand reaching for the dessert plate paused in mid-air.

The good mood disappeared completely in an instant.

"Mr. Chavez, it's a shame to waste food."

"That is, you have to be responsible for eating them all."

"No one can be left!"

Sam's face turned red from what they said.

He is an adult, but he is being taught a lesson by three little brats?

The key is that you can't refute, and you still have to deal with three large plates of dim sum.

If you have nothing to do, you have nothing to do. Just eat and wait.

Ignoring the three little looks filled with disgust, I took a bite of snacks and a bite of iced American food.

Vincent analyzed the little witch who retreated to his side seriously:

"He is the ultimate evolved version of Kenny. He has reached the point where even wizards can't be defeated even if they become extinct."

Hermione nodded her little head confidently, "I originally thought that Crabbe and Goyle's eating looks were disgusting enough, but I didn't expect that I was naive."

Daphne turned her head away, "Mr. Chavez, could you pay a little more attention?"

Sam ignored them at all.

The three little ones just gave up.

The ability is okay, but the person is not that good.

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Auror interrogation room.

Tash woke up and saw the angry eyes of Fudge and Scrimgeour.

He felt a little cold and looked down at his bare upper body.

"Tash Hemond, you make it easy for us to find you!"

"I-I can tell you-"

There was a sharp pain in the arm tied behind his back.

Tash clutched his face together in pain, recalling what happened before he lost consciousness.

Two night demons, two nightmare killers.

They made themselves make six unbreakable vows, and they made them with two genuine people.

In addition to the three rules of witch scum, there are also three rules: not to reveal in any form that he is a fake, not to evade trial in court, and to confess all crimes to the Ministry of Magic.

Contract not established?

Fight until you are willing to accept it!

Then I woke up and saw Fudge and Scrimgeour.

"Hemond, what do you want to say?"

Tash opened his mouth, and as soon as he made a mouth shape, he fainted from the pain.

Fudge looked very bad, Scrimgeour even worse.

The effect of the awakening spell was very good, and I woke up in less than half a minute.

The ashen-faced Tash was helpless.

The language hints are not good, the mouth movements are not good, and it probably won't be written down either.

The unbreakable oath is too overbearing, and even if the two mysterious wizards are confessed, it will be useless.

The Ministry of Magic is determined to use him as a warning to the other monkeys, and to shock those shadowy beings hiding in the darkest corners of the world.

"Mr. Minister, I say, as long as I can say it, I am willing to say it!"

Although Fudge and Scrimgeour remained impassive throughout, they were visibly angry on several occasions.

Parents died of Death Eaters, blaming themselves for everything;

Being of mixed-race origin and embracing pure-blood supremacy;

As a wizard who has no talent, he still has to look for a sense of superiority over innocent Muggles.

How many thoughts like this are there?

Fudge returned to his office and asked Scrimgeour to temporarily stop rectifying Knockturn Alley and Spider's End.

"Minister, in order to prevent this from happening again, we should clear out those dark existences as soon as possible!"

"I know, Rufus." Fudge shook his head regretfully.

"But the International Federation of Wizards is about to get involved, so we can't let them come over to see our jokes, right?"

"but--"

"Rufus, this is not something that can be solved in a short time."

Fudge stood up and came to Scrimgeour on the opposite side, gently putting his hand on his shoulder.

"When the trial results come out, we can find a less sensitive time to continue."

The wizard card scam has not yet been completely resolved, and now it has also risen to the international level.

Why do wizards imprison Muggles?

Personal reasons are partly responsible, and the British Ministry of Magic must bear the main responsibility.

"Minister, we can use our greatest efforts to rectify and make the environment better before representatives of the federation arrive."

"Rufus, can you promise there won't be any problems?"

The British Ministry of Magic is out in force to create a new international joke.

Scrimgeour took a deep breath, "I will definitely focus on the thing in front of me first, and I won't forget anything else."

"very good."

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The four people on the top of the church tower saw the off-duty time, but none of them could see what the Ministry of Magic had planned.

The sun goes down and my stomach growls.

Hermione and Daphne both looked at Vincent.

He set up the telescope and looked again, then blinked at Sam who was already full.

"Why me!"

"Who asked you to spoil the food?"

Sam gritted his teeth, held a 50 pound note and got up to buy food.

"Remember not to buy hamburgers, fried chicken, etc."

“Eat it if you like it!”

There are many fast food restaurants in London, so many that Sam just chose one and went in.

The three little ones just finished eating this authentic Indian curry rice with a grim look on their faces.

If the chefs weren't British, they would have gone back to school long ago.

After another lecture, Sam felt that he was really living a miserable life.

I shouldn't have fled to England in the first place.

You shouldn't be hiding at Wayne's house now that you're here.

The key is that you should not agree to work to pay off debts.

He had really had enough of being pinched.

“Fake, I don’t even know how long it will take!

Let me tell you, I no longer serve you!"

Vincent stared blankly as he disappeared into the black and white vortex of Apparition.

Did you say you broke your defense?

Hermione and Daphne were also stunned.

How are they going to get back to school?

How unreliable!

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