This Hogwarts is not normal

Sales of the Daily Prophet are up.

Whether they are Muggles or wizards, most of them are ordinary, good people.

They believe whatever the newspapers write.

The wizarding world will definitely get better and better with a wise minister like Fudge leading it.

Editor-in-chief Gu Fei, who had tasted the benefits, decided to add a special report to the supplement.

The appearance of "Ministry of Magic's Everyday Things" marks another round of sales growth.

The government has always been full of mysteries, so of course you should understand it well if you have the opportunity.

When Vincent was about to finish studying the equipment of the Bugatti depot, Rita went to the Ministry of Magic again with the photographer she poached from the former newspaper agency.

Outside the minister's office, she was adjusting her gorgeous bright green robe.

"Bozuo, your tie is crooked."

The tall, thin photographer in a suit was arranging things in a panic.

"Knock knock——"

"Come in."

Rita took him into the office.

Fudge was in a good mood, making tea and reading the newspaper.

Today's feature is about the Auror office, which not only vividly describes their ordinary day, but also captures the witch scum before giving out a lot of praise at the end.

[With such an efficient law enforcement team, I believe that if a dark wizard like that one who cannot even be named appears, the British Ministry of Magic will be able to capture him in Azkaban in time——]

[To be honest, I have been using the Huanyuan app recently to read and catch up on updates. It can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds, huanyuanapp. Both Android and Apple are available.]

A small compliment every day, a small sublimation every day.

Fudge put away the newspaper and invited the two of them to sit on the sofa nearby.

"My great reporter, the interview can begin."

Rita opened her little notebook and said, "Mr. Minister, I hope you can fulfill your promise after this."

"certainly."

In exchange for a carefully crafted interview, it was the opportunity to restart reporting on the wizard card scam.

Although there are only a few days left before the final trial, she believes that her reputation will definitely reach a higher level.

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Italy, Campogalliano.

Vincent got into the black four-seater sedan with a notebook full of writing.

Eric, who was driving, seemed a little excited.

After more than a week of research, I was finally able to create an alchemy version of the production line.

Back at the hotel, the family of three hurriedly closed the door and drew the curtains like children.

Opening the mithril suitcase, Vincent first gave Gugu to Yin Fulin, and then took out a large piece of memory alloy.

Iron-copper alloys are harder, but high-intensity work can easily cause metal fatigue, leading to deformation and fracture.

He did not use a magic wand, but relied solely on his own magic power to split the metal block into three parts.

There are two rectangular parallelepipeds, one long and one short, and the last part is shaped into dozens of small parts.

This was not the first time for Eric and Yin Fulin, but they were quietly marveling at the magic of magic the whole time.

The small parts are connected by the magic circuit carved by the ebony wand, and finally form a simple-looking metal palm.

The two cuboids are also connected together, and the longer one is connected to the metal palm.

Vincent slightly raised his wand and pointed it upward, and the metal arm immediately made an elbow bending motion.

The tip of the stick tapped his right arm lightly, and every time he moved the metal arm, he also made the same movement.

There is some lag, and it's clumsy to move around.

"Mom and Dad, I succeeded!"

The telescopic magic circuit acts as a hydraulic rod, and the magic exerted on the right hand replaces the electronic signal.

After polishing the structure and appearance, the performance should not be much different from Nico's golem.

The Waynes couldn't figure out the principle, but like children, they asked him to put magic on their arms.

There is no real flexibility, but the advantage is that you can work with high intensity.

It can be used to smelt metal or forge and process parts, and can also perform more tedious assembly tasks.

After setting up a complete workflow and arranging various arms with different functions on the assembly line, the alchemy factory will automatically start production.

Regardless of day or night.

"Gugu!" The distinguished Lord Gugu also wants to try it.

But it has no fingers and can only swing its metal arms back and forth.

Listening to the ridicule of Wayne and his son, it fell into Yin Fulin's arms very hurt.

"Baby, don't be too sad." She took out the menu in the room.

"Here, you can order whatever you want to eat."

Eric's laughter stopped abruptly.

The consumption level in Italy is lower than that in the UK, but it still can’t stand up to Gu Gu’s little wings.

"Dad, look away." Vincent flicked the metal arm on his hand.

"With this thing, we will earn a lot of money in the future."

As soon as he talked about this, Eric became sad again.

It's true that you can make a lot of money, but it's all gold galleons.

If the car factory closes down, just close down. At worst, the whole family will move into the magical world.

Thinking this way, his mood improved.

After a hearty lunch, Vincent built two much smaller metal arms.

The big one is responsible for forging, the small one is responsible for assembling, and the smallest one is responsible for finishing.

Replace your palm with a sharp silver-iron blade and you can easily cut the memory alloy.

They complete the first six steps of alchemy, and only the final shaping requires the use of an alchemist.

Not only does it ensure efficiency, but it also significantly reduces costs and ensures confidentiality.

While the Wayne family fell asleep with sweet dreams, Fudge, who had been waking up laughing from his dreams recently, could no longer laugh.

Italy is 1 hour ahead of the UK, and it's already past 1am.

Something happened in the magical world, something unprecedented.

Put on your suit and felt hat, and walk out of the house with Scrimgeour.

"Minister, without the help of magic, he cannot return to the shore from the sea alone."

Fudge seemed to be in no mood to talk.

By the time the Aurors, fully armed, gathered at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, only 10 minutes had passed.

"Set off!"

Following his order, the Auror office and senior officials disappeared into black and white whirlpools.

North Sea, Azkaban.

Perhaps because of the seriousness of the matter, no one present seemed to be affected by the dementors.

Senior Deputy Minister Umbridge sternly questioned the wizard guards who rotate here every week:

"Barton! Tell me honestly what happened when you found out that Sirius was missing!"

The young guard named Barton broke out in a cold sweat and explained the whole story while stumbling.

Two hours ago, at 0 o'clock in the morning, he was doing his routine patrol before going to bed.

There were no abnormalities on floors 1 to 12, and the corner on the last floor was as quiet as usual.

Of course I didn't notice anything was wrong at first, after all, the quilt on the bed was bulging.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the lantern he was holding accidentally hit the fence.

A "ding" sound woke up the prisoners.

The people living on this floor are all extremely vicious dark wizards.

There were laughter and curses, and young Barton raised his hand and slapped him.

After beating again and again, he finally discovered something was wrong.

Even with all the commotion, the cell in the corner is still quiet.

With the idea of ​​collecting the corpse of the prisoner, he opened the cell door and walked in.

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