This Hogwarts is not normal

After Nagini moved to Hogsmeade, Aberforth was indeed much more talkative than before.

Sitting and listening to him talk about the past, it was noon before I knew it.

Hogsmeade was founded nearly a thousand years ago, after the establishment of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Its founder was Hangis, one of the first students admitted to the school, from Hufflepuff House.

The original intention was to avoid Muggle persecution, but later it gradually developed into a pure wizarding village.

The Three Broomsticks pub that Sam frequents on holidays is where he once lived, and before Ms. Rosmerta took over, the pub was called The Two Broomsticks.

Fengya Wizard Clothing Store has branches in London and Paris. In addition to clothes, there are also many weird socks.

Mrs. Puddifu's Tea House is indeed a good place for students to have a date on weekends. Most of the people sitting together are couples.

The Screaming Shack is not "the scariest haunted place in Britain". It is inaccessible from the outside because the entrance is actually a secret passage.

The Hog's Head pub not only has a history of hundreds of years, but was also the headquarters of the Goblin Rebellion in 1612.

Aberforth pointed to the outside of the shop, "This is what the bar looked like now when I took it over."

No wonder everything is dirty and cannot be wiped clean with a rag.

It has a long history and original flavor!

Vincent shuddered subconsciously, "Mr. Dumbledore, it's getting late. I should go back."

Seeing his back walking away quickly outside the store, Nagini and Surya's eyes became strange.

"Albus seems to have said that he has mysophobia."

Aberforth said with a straight face, "No wonder he prepares his own cup every time he comes over."

With an expressionless face, he suddenly smiled.

The Hog's Head pub needs a refurbishment.

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Three Broomsticks Bar,

Sam, who had been drinking all morning, was already drunk.

Vincent grabbed his head and drank the entire bottle of special hangover potion.

The latest flavor, American pickled cucumber.

"Wow -" Sam, who had sobered up in an instant, had his mouth sealed, and the things he wanted to spit out were swallowed back.

Rosmerta handed over a hot towel as usual, "Mr. Chavez, how do you feel?"

"Uh-huh--"

Vincent untied the silent spell, and Sam's little eyes suddenly became filled with resentment.

"My big boss, you always use this method, can you come up with something new?"

"The taste is different, and this is the most efficient."

This time I was really speechless.

Sam said thank you to Rosmerta, took the hot towel handed to him,

"Okay, it's your birthday today, so I won't argue with you."

He wiped his face vigorously, shook his head a few more times, "Let's go."

Before going home, Vincent didn't forget to thank her and kept all the hangover potions on him.

"Madam, please accept these.

If you encounter a similar situation again, you must not be polite to Sam."

Rosmerta did not refuse his kindness, "Mr. Wayne, I will make good use of them."

Just forget about it being simple and crude, you can't learn it.

Sam walked out of the bar with a displeased look on his face.

"Is Mr. Chavez usually like this?"

"No, he was worse before."

Rosmerta suddenly felt that the Vincent in front of her might be an adult, while Sam, with his hands in his pockets and an impatient face written on his face, looked like a child having a bad temper.

Watching the two people apparate and leave, she looked at the dozen small bottles on the table with a bit of laughter and tears.

Hangover cures are not expensive magic potions, but the flavors are always special.

4 pm,

The Daily Prophet has refreshed.

The original headline was removed and replaced with the news that Vincent had been elected as the British youth representative of the Wizengamot.

Rita, who wrote the press release, not only praised the Ministry of Magic for its openness and transparency.

"Aha..." Eric yawned, his face neither sad nor happy.

Something that was expected, nothing to get excited about.

Same goes for Evelyn.

It unfolds without any suspense. It is better to review the pits that Mr. Tolkien once dug.

The person involved, Vincent, also didn't think anything happened.

He deserves this title, and he earned it through his hard work in dealing with Little Tom.

"Ding-ding-ding-" the phone rang.

Eric, who was nearest, picked up the phone and said, "Hello, this is Wayne's house.

Harry? He's here."

Vincent took the phone.

Harry first congratulated him and then invited him to attend his birthday party a week later.

"At night? No problem, I can make it in time.

Thank you for your gift, I will definitely arrive on time."

July 31st is Harry's birthday, and August 1st is the election ceremony held by the Ministry of Magic.

After hanging up the phone, Eric and Evelin sat next to him.

"Harry's birthday?"

"Invite our family?"

"yes."

After last year's child abuse lawsuit, the Dursley family's attitude towards Harry has undergone an unprecedented change.

They began to accept him and truly treated him as family.

Of course, it may have something to do with the twice-monthly visits from Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, but at least I can be sure that they are sincere.

"What kind of birthday gift should I prepare..."

Vincent saw his parents' distressed looks and went upstairs to take down the group photo of the Dursleys.

Petunia and Vernon were still the same as last year, but Dudley had gained a lot of weight.

If he continues to develop, he will probably surpass his father's size in a few years.

"How about the fitness equipment?" Eric clicked on Harry, who was obviously taller in the photo than when he was on vacation.

"He still looks very thin, and the Dursleys can always exercise."

Evelin agreed with a weird smile: "This is a good idea. There will definitely be a lot more topics to talk about next time we visit."

The environment is very important to a child's growth.

Harry is fine if he has not been depressed for so many years. If it had been any other child, he would have suffered from autism at least.

Since the Dursleys have truly accepted Harry, Eric, as the supervisor, has the right to demand a better growing environment.

The first is to maintain healthy eating habits.

It was obvious that Vernon and Dudley, father and son, were not regular exercisers. They were gasping for air even after running a few steps. This was equivalent to a slow suicide for Harry.

"Send me another electronic scale."

For the sake of a healthy growing environment, Eric is also obliged to supervise at all times.

The Waynes had decided on gifts, and Vincent had roughly thought of what to prepare.

As an alchemist, of course you have to do something different.

He went back upstairs to draw on the draft paper, then opened the boiler and put unprocessed metal blocks inside.

Heat it up over fire and add Ningshen flower petals to remove impurities.

When the memory metal was about to take shape, a clanging sound suddenly sounded.

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