This Hogwarts is not normal

Arthur was indeed paying attention to Vernon and Petunia's performance,

But that's because he's paying attention to everything going on around him.

Eric also did the same thing.

The two fathers knew that the Dursleys did not sincerely accept Harry, and they knew even more about their prejudice against magic.

There is still a lot of time, and changing one's mind cannot be achieved in a short period of time.

The most important thing now is to be on guard against Sirius who may appear.

Not long after the sumptuous family buffet started, the Dursley's doorbell rang again.

Dudley put down the bone that had been chewed until only a little bit of meat was left, and wiped his hands habitually before going over to open the door.

It's an old man with a hunchback whom I don't recognize.

The Waynes narrowed their eyes and looked at him.

He was wearing an old suit that was almost fading after being washed, and he was leaning on a crutch with no signs of use.

"Ahem -" Arthur coughed and shook his head at them.

It looks like they know each other, but I don't know which department they are from.

"Good evening." The old man gently touched Dudley's forehead.

"Child, I would like to ask, where do you go from No. 7 Privet Drive?"

"The red one over there—"

"What's wrong?" Arthur stood up and walked over like a master.

He stood in front of the old man and said, "Child, is this gentleman lost?

Leave it to me and I will send him back safely."

The door was closed with a "bang".

Dudley, feeling depressed, went back to chewing on the bones.

Overall, it's passable, but it looks a bit far-fetched.

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In the red house at number 7.

Arthur, who was supporting the old man, stopped pretending after he came in.

"Director Scrimgeour is upstairs. He wants to see you." The old man stood up straight, and the wrinkles on his face disappeared little by little.

He is Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Auror who personally escorted Quirrell to Azkaban.

Arthur shook his head vaguely, it seemed that he didn't know him that easily.

Kingsley stood at the top of the stairs and watched him slowly walk upstairs.

The house is in a good location, with a clear view of the Dursleys' front door.

Sirius obviously wouldn't go through the front door, so just in case, Scrimgeour came up with a way.

Arthur tightened the glass beads in his hand, "Is this a black magic detector?"

"The minimum effective range is 10 feet, but it will also be interfered by specific magic."

There are no light effects and sound effects, and it will not rotate but vibrate when abnormality is detected.

Much better than a looking glass, it is a detector specially used for hunting.

Scrimgeour took out another glass bead that looked exactly the same, "They are matched.

If any abnormalities are found, we will know as soon as possible."

He paused and said, "Arthur, I suspect Black has obtained a wand."

Arthur was not too surprised, "How should I cooperate with you?"

"Pretending not to know anything, even if the detector is shaking to the point of bursting."

"What does Secretary Fudge mean?"

"Don't alert Blake, we will follow him quietly."

Can understand and accept it.

All actions of the Ministry of Magic need to be carried out without exposing the magical world, and any risky possibilities should be eliminated as a priority.

It would not ruin the first birthday party held for Harry's family in 13 years, and Arthur had no objection to it.

Scrimgeour watched him put the detector away, "Arthur, you can only be responsible for the safety inside."

"My family is here, and I will stop Black even if I try my best." Arthur turned and left.

Walking into the Dursley's house again, Eric came over with two glasses of low-alcohol sparkling wine.

"Covert operations?"

"Yes."

The two fathers sat down.

Harry selected food at the buffet table not far in front of him.

Next to him was Ron, Vincent, Bill and Charlie were all nearby.

"Buzzing—" the detector vibrated weakly.

Arthur looked around calmly.

There is nothing special in the house. It is indeed a specific interference magic that is cast remotely.

Sirius was in far different dangers with a wand than without one.

Destroyed half a street corner, killed Peter Pettigrew and 12 innocent Muggles, and was the first prisoner to escape from Azkaban.

Once he gets crazy, it is possible to blow up the entire Dursley family.

Eric seemed to have noticed something, "I suddenly felt very hungry.

Arthur, do you want to come with me?"

"Okay, the old man looked so light just now. It took a lot of effort to lift him up."

With every step closer to the buffet table, the detector vibrated more violently.

After the two fathers got the food, they sat on the sofa on Harry's right side, chatting and laughing.

Ron was sitting on his left, chewing on a big chicken leg, and directly across from him were the three Vincents who were also chatting.

Similar to Scrimgeour's description, the detector shook as if it was about to burst.

Arthur showed no abnormality and was still chatting with Eric about SAS.

The predecessor of the Special Air Service Regiment was the Army volunteers who performed behind enemy lines on the North African front during World War II.

The number of people is small and the style is low-key.

Accuracy and efficiency are synonymous with them.

"I heard that Muggle technology has developed to an amazing level, and I really want to see it soon."

"After school starts, our family has a lot of equipment that can be made public."

The outside has begun to shrink, so you just need to wait patiently inside the house.

When the three Vincents saw the two fathers pretending that nothing happened, the conversation became much more relaxed.

"Kettleburn often comes to the Fire Dragon Sanctuary. An old colleague of mine said that he once refused to get off the back of a Hungarian Horntail when he was young."

Charlie took a sip of wine with great sadness, "In the end he fell down in despair.

What's even more unfortunate is that he was trampled on and broke one of his legs."

"Hiss--" Vincent also took a sip of wine to calm down his shock.

The weight of an adult dragon generally ranges from two to four tons, and the Hungarian Horntail is the most dangerous species among them.

The whole body is covered with thick black scales, the head has bronze-like horns, and the tail is full of bronze-like spikes.

Kettleburn is still alive, and he should really thank the staff at the time.

Arthur smiled and sighed: "When I was in school, he already lost an arm and a leg. He always brought some particularly dangerous magical creatures with him when teaching."

The retirement of such a professor is not a good thing for the students of Hogwarts.

Vincent noticed the look of anticipation on Harry and Ron's faces.

Hagrid definitely didn't tell anyone about his appointment as the new Care of Magical Creatures professor, otherwise the two of them wouldn't be like this.

How about raising Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest during school days?

What if we get a three-headed dog to guard the magic stone?

After becoming a professor in the new semester, the magical biodiversity of the Forbidden Forest will probably become more abundant.

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