This Hogwarts is not normal

Towards evening, five people from the joint group came to Knockturn Alley again.

Unlike yesterday, when the Ministry of Magic escorted the entire journey, this time they disguised themselves and made an unannounced visit.

They walked around the most conspicuous Bojinbok store, and then came to the bulletin board dedicated to publishing commissions.

Starting at 1 galleons and reaching a maximum of 500 galleons.

Babajid thought he was inconspicuous and took down a brown paper envelope.

A magical contract is imposed, and once it is opened, it means agreement.

Turning the envelope over, no information about the client could be found.

He hung it back up in disappointment, then frowned and looked behind him.

A thin wizard walked past him, and with his pale right hand in his wide robe, he took out a commission worth 1 Galleons.

He opened it, took a look, and left as quietly as when he came.

Babajid's frown deepened.

The man looked like he was used to it, or maybe he was numb to life.

In fact, there are many similar places on the resource-scarce African continent.

Muggles who are always hungry are not the only ones who have lost hope for the future.

Ms. Chen continued walking forward without saying a word.

The living space for wizards is shrinking year by year, and Knockturn Alley is just a slightly more prominent example.

Campbell and Anatole were wandering around and seemed to have a similar sentiment to her.

The purpose of the International Federation of Wizards is to allow the wizarding communities of various countries to take the initiative to hide themselves and sever ties with Muggle society to ensure the security of the wizarding community.

Kurbski came to the end of the alley and walked towards Dumbledore, who was standing outside the bar without any disguise.

"Young man, are you worried about something?"

He bowed his head and observed silence for nearly half a minute.

"President Dumbledore, I feel that no matter how we hide, sooner or later the Muggles will discover us."

"We can only try to delay the arrival of this day." Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at Ms. Chen who was walking slowly.

"Believe me, Senator Kurbuski, the magical world will definitely get better and better."

"Yes, it will definitely get better."

After Babajid arrived, they went to Spider End Alley together.

Only one day has passed, and the streets and houses here have become slightly dilapidated.

The large number of potholes on the road and the gaps in the wall are obviously the result of the magic beginning to fail.

"Why did they-" Ms. Chen suddenly closed her mouth.

If the wizards living here had the ability to improve their living environment, they would not live in a place comparable to a Muggle slum.

Babajid sighed, "If you have any ideas, you can leave them until next year's conference.

The most important thing now is to decide whether we should intervene in tomorrow's trial."

Back in the reception room of the Ministry of Magic, none of them commented.

The original intention of concealing the matter was to eliminate the impact of the incident as soon as possible. Whether the Federation intervened or not seemed to be unimportant.

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Saturday's court hearing went very smoothly.

Still on the tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic, still in the tenth courtroom.

From the principal criminal, Tash Hemond, to the accomplices headed by Slade Rolle, they were very cooperative.

Rita, who was sitting in the gallery, had a cold face throughout.

She had already anticipated the outcome, and had even thought about a special report exposing the dark side of the Ministry of Magic.

It's a pity that it doesn't work let alone publishing it, even writing it on paper.

Fudge didn't pursue her for "making up" a mysterious force of justice. Now she can only report positive content about the Ministry of Magic.

The federation representatives sitting in the jury box also had cold faces.

They reached a consensus last night not to intervene in the trial.

With the cold voice of the presiding judge, Amelia Bones, the result of the trial finally came out.

There is no death penalty in the magical world, but Tash Hemond was as dead as if he received the Dementor's Kiss.

The soul is sucked away and the body becomes a shell.

All 53 accomplices, led by Slade Roll, were sentenced to life imprisonment.

They spent the rest of their lives in Azkaban, leaving them with only the worst memories of their lives.

Sirius Black, who infamously used the Explosive Curse to blow up an entire street corner and killed Peter Pettigrew and 12 Muggles, was only sentenced to life in prison.

Also in order to calm down the impact of the incident as soon as possible, all the prisoners who participated in the imprisonment of Muggles were given heavy sentences.

A smooth start and a smooth end.

No appeal, no plea.

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Vincent, who was in the Sahara Desert, closed the Daily Prophet and was not surprised by the outcome of the trial.

Fudge is indeed a power-hungry politician, but he still has the means to do so.

The Federation's intervention would do more harm than good, and the delegations would not make the wizarding world more chaotic.

"Wayne, you kid are really not angry?" Sam threw a bottle of water at him.

Vincent caught it and unscrewed the bottle cap, "Why should I be angry? Any magical government would choose to reduce the impact first."

Sam's face was full of disdain, "You know our director's temper, he will smell us like a mad dog and chase us."

If it were Scrimgeour, it would depend on how determined Fudge dared to be.

Proper handling is to make up for mistakes, improper handling will only cause greater turmoil.

If the people are fooled again and again, the backlash against the Ministry of Magic will become more and more terrifying.

"Your minister will definitely not dare to continue the investigation." Sam drank water to moisten his throat.

"Even if I dare to investigate, I don't dare to announce the results of the investigation."

Vincent did not retort.

Compared to Chairman Randolph of the Magical Congress of the United States of America and Minister Ashiya of the Ministry of Magic of Japan, Fudge is undoubtedly a quite selfish person.

But this is the best choice to maintain its own status and the stable status quo of the magical world. Delaying it any longer will only make the people criticize the Ministry of Magic for its incompetence.

It would be pleasant to deal with those witch scum privately, but the chaotic society is not friendly to anyone.

After the day's lessons, return to the castle.

The students in the activity room were discussing the day's court hearing.

It was very satisfying, and everyone was praising the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic.

From the revelation to the trial, the entire process only took 11 days.

It's definitely not comparable to the original Death Eaters, but this is already the fastest speed in peacetime.

After a sumptuous Spanish meal, Vincent returned to the dormitory and took out Nico's manuscript.

Since it is an alchemy item store, ordinary items found on the street are definitely not available.

But I have plenty of time, and it’s probably my summer vacation to get the title deed for the alley bar.

Magic greatly facilitates the wizard's daily life. The products he sells in his shop must first be more convenient.

There is no need to take out the wand and chant the incantation, just simply press the magic runes.

Could a small ring that can conjure a variety of everyday tools be magical?

Is a golem that can serve as a housekeeper special enough?

Vincent immediately grimaced as he made the list.

Summer vacation is just over a month away, and no matter how talented he is, he can only come up with a prototype for everything.

Mass production is a problem, and the confidentiality of core technology is also a problem.

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