This Hogwarts is not normal

When the two mothers came back, Vincent and Hermione were already sitting on the sofa on the first floor chatting.

The content is about the prison escape maniac——Sirius Black.

They all believed that Fudge was hiding something, so they asked the Muggle government to assist in the arrest.

"Oh my god!" Jane tightened her grip on the fresh ingredients she had just bought.

"Do you usually talk about sensitive topics like this?"

Judging the current government is not for children.

But their thoughts are not as mature as children, and are even more mature than some adults.

Evelin, who had long been accustomed to it, said calmly:

"Jane, the Ministry of Magic is actually not a good thing. Many students in their school know it."

The Grangers' knowledge of the wizarding world could only be obtained from newspapers and books, and of course they knew nothing about the glamor behind it.

For example, this time the jailbreak maniacs.

In addition to the fact that Azkaban is not as inescapable as Fudge boasted, the Ministry of Magic's search efficiency is also very problematic.

Five whole days passed, and not even half of Sirius' hair was found.

Capture a bunch of witch scum with zero casualties?

The year before last, Gringotts was invaded by a mysterious person, and the prisoner was able to teach at Hogwarts openly.

Last year, a mediocre wizard used the Forgetting Curse to embezzle other people's achievements, publish books, and win medals without being discovered.

This year's Wizards card is clearly a plagiarized version of Gwent, and the carefully designed scam only requires compensation after being exposed.

These can be said, but what cannot be said is even darker.

Jane's good impression of the Ministry of Magic was disappearing little by little.

Especially when hearing about Lockhart.

This liar!

It's a shame she's as nymphomaniac as a girl!

Hermione lowered her head and her face turned red.

But when I heard the wizard card, I became angry again.

After all, I have to pretend to be locked up for ten or eight days. I only need to compensate for the losses, isn't it a sideways recognition of the existence of the privileged class?

Pure blood supremacy…

It is too deep-rooted and cannot be completely solved by one or two incidents.

After hearing this, Jane felt a little sad, "I thought only our government would have such trouble. I didn't expect that all wizards who can do magic are the same."

"Aunt Jane, wizards are human beings too, and of course they have all kinds of desires." Vincent's words were like a hammer.

Muggles persecute wizards because of jealousy, and wizards stay away from Muggles because of fear.

Except for whether they have received the blessing of magic, there is no essential difference between the two.

"Well said!" The two fathers who came back from the drive applauded in unison.

Eric's face was full of pride, and Chris's eyes were full of appreciation.

This made Vincent shy,

"I just think magic should be a blessing rather than a curse. Being arrogant and blindly hostile are both wrong."

His ideological realm has reached such a high level, no wonder he was favored by the legendary Nico Flamel.

The Grangers seemed to have a better impression of him.

Eyes cannot deceive, and the admiration that cannot be concealed is the best proof.

Hermione also felt the same as her parents, but she seemed to be a little worried.

After knowing him for so long, she certainly knew that Vincent was not willing to be bound by rules.

Breaking the Secrecy Act may be just the beginning.

When the two mothers went to the kitchen to prepare lunch, she followed absent-mindedly to help.

Evelin and Jane looked at her skillfully dividing the beef into equal pieces, and their eyes couldn't help but become weird.

It can be understood with magic, but with a kitchen knife...

Outside, Chris and Vincent were chatting happily.

No matter what the topic is, this kid can express his opinion.

He once felt that his daughter was good enough, but now he can finally understand the feelings of other parents.

"Vincent, have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future?"

"In the future... there is only a vague goal for the time being."

Chris put his hand on his shoulder and encouraged:

"You are the most thoughtful kid my uncle has ever seen. You will definitely be able to make your goals clearer and clearer and eventually achieve them."

Vincent nodded solemnly, "Thank you Uncle Chris, I will make it happen."

Eric smiled happily.

The two families got along well, and after a traditional British lunch, it was time to leave.

"Chris, it's our family's turn to come visit next time, right?"

"Not recently, we are going to France for a trip next week."

"That's such a shame."

After making an appointment, the Granger family left.

Crossing Oxford Street, they got into a red car parked on the roadside.

Hermione, who was sitting in the back seat, fastened her seat belt and her little face looked a little excited and expectant.

Chris started the car and saw her performance through the rearview mirror.

"Vincent's grades this year are still the first in his grade?"

"Yes, Dad."

The usually proud daughter answered so calmly, it seemed that she really regarded the other party as a good friend.

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Early the next morning,

Vincent was awakened by the sound of pecking at the window.

He wiped his eyes when he saw the gray-white owl outside.

Haven't you already unsubscribed?

Take a closer look, it seems that this variety does not exist in the UK.

Foreign?

Could it be that Kenny got the snake wood?

Opening the window expectantly, the owl took out a letter from the small bag in its talons.

"anything else?"

"Gu——"

"Gone?"

"Gu——"

Vincent was disappointed for a few seconds, then went to get a pack of dried fish and came back.

"Are you tired? Eat something and take a good rest."

He habitually stretched out his hand to stop Gugu, who was guarding the food, and said, "I'll buy you more someday, okay?"

"Goo!"

The gray-white owl only dared to eat with trepidation after receiving permission.

Vincent shook his head and came to sit down at the desk.

The envelope is blank, no signature is written on it.

"Is it Victor?"

He guessed correctly.

The reason for communicating in the traditional way of wizards is because something big or small has happened.

Even if the gentlemen get a bargain and escape jail, the pride derived from ancient purebloods will not allow them to lose in vain.

Both commissions are investigations, and they are directly hired by the dark wizard group with the highest completion rate.

"Sneak into Rita's house!?"

If she hadn't destroyed the not-so-anonymous reporting letter, the four people who stayed in the country to investigate would have known it was him.

Vincent wasn't too worried.

You didn't deal with the old man in the first place, so what can you do to him if you find out?

"The Wizard Card was actually reported anonymously by him!"

"He is worthy of being the British youth representative of the Wizengamot. His spirit is worth learning from all wizards!"

It was Rita who didn't keep it properly, and she knew how to fix it.

So the matter can be big or small, and it is not an urgent matter that needs to be dealt with immediately.

"Fallen heaven..." The corners of his eyes twitched fiercely.

The codenames of the nine members are all fallen angels from Muggle mythology, which fits the name of this gang very well.

Then looking down, the leader is indeed a Muggle-born wizard.

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