This Hogwarts is not normal

There is a Muggle folktale that has been circulating in Eastern Europe.

Among the forests, lakes, mountains and cloud forests live a kind of female elf who can shape-shift.

They can transform into animals such as swans, horses, eagles, snakes or wolves, but the most common images are often young and beautiful human women.

They were dressed in tulle and danced under the moonlight on a midsummer night.

Where dances once took place, "fairy rings" will grow, which are circular flora composed of mushrooms and flowers.

When young men passing by see them, they will become crazy obsessed with them, forget everything in the world, and will not eat, drink or sleep.

If he is unfortunate enough to join in the dance, he can only keep dancing until he dies of exhaustion.

If you accidentally step into the fairy ring, bad luck and disease will follow you throughout your life.

Muggles never thought they were real.

Even if you see an animal transforming into a human with your own eyes, you will think it is a hallucination caused by smelling some hallucinogenic mushroom spores.

The wizard not only knows, but can even communicate to a certain extent.

They are the "elves of Velebit" in Croatian folklore, and they were Veela who were originally classified as "human" by the Ministry of Magic.

Although they are now classified as "beasts", because other members of the elves, such as water nymphs and nymphs, have very similar appearances to humans, most wizards are still willing to regard them as "human beings".

Wizards would certainly be very interested in such a humanoid creature with powerful magical abilities and a young and beautiful appearance.

After years of research, they discovered that Veela's magic actually comes from their hair.

If the hair is irreversibly damaged, they lose their magical power and beautiful appearance.

When talking about the issue of reproduction, Rita coughed violently several times.

"Well, they usually choose to charm a Muggle male and return to their habitat after conception to wait for the baby to be born."

Seeing that Vincent didn't blush or his heart beat faster, she dared to continue.

Any baby born to a Muggle is a pure Veela, while a baby born to other magical races such as wizards, goblins or even giants is a hybrid Veela.

Because of the harsh habitat conditions, purebreds can easily die during pregnancy.

But if it is a hybrid that inherits the magical abilities of both parties, it will have a relatively higher survival rate.

Rita opened a bottle of red wine with her mouth dry. "Miss Delacour's grandmother is a pure Veela, so she inherited a quarter of Veela blood."

She poured a glass for each of the four members of the Wayne family,

"Although this race has no ill intentions towards humans and often treats people's diseases, makes predictions, etc., its temper is not as bad as usual."

Rita first pushed the wine glass in front of Vincent, "They cannot accept any form of deception.

Especially those who do not keep their promises will often be punished the most severely."

Eric's eyes glanced over, and when he saw Evelin's meaningful smile, he quickly took it back.

Vincent picked up the red wine glass and shook it gently, as if he had no intention of drinking it.

"I know them. I saw the introduction in Mr. Scamander's book."

Veela's charm magic can only work on people who do not have a deep understanding of love, but are already ignorant of being interested in the opposite sex.

In other words, those who can be charmed by them are usually teenagers who are just starting to fall in love, or singles who have never had a crush.

Rita looked at him mysteriously and took a sip of red wine.

"Mr. Wayne, you should be the only special case that meets the conditions for charm magic but has no effect."

"No, of course I'm not." Vincent put the red wine glass in front of her,

"You know very well that besides me, there is another wizard who meets the conditions and will not be affected by charm magic.

And his name is—"

"Cough cough cough..." Rita was choked and coughed violently.

The wine splashed on the white tablecloth, showing her particularly uneasy mood.

Yes, until now she couldn't believe that Voldemort was still alive.

But unlike most wizards in the UK, he comforted himself over and over in his heart that he was already dead.

It sounds contradictory, but it is much better than Fudge pretending to be an ostrich.

I don’t expect to be able to completely believe it, as long as I don’t help hide it at the critical moment.

Rita understood the meaning in Vincent's eyes.

He quickly regained his composure, untied the silk scarf around his neck and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"The Delacour family's love story has nothing to say, it's just some clichéd and toothless plot."

She stood up and apologized to the Wayne family, "I have to leave. There are still many interviews waiting for me on site."

He walked quite freely, and could not see the panic just now.

When passing Fleur and Sandrina, she smiled meaningfully.

"Gugu——" Gugu tasted the red wine and quickly ate the lamb leg meat that Vincent had just cut.

With a look of disgust on his face, he pushed the red wine glass away with his little paws so that he could enjoy the food more conveniently.

"I'm not full yet." Vincent ignored its cute big eyes.

Ten minutes later, after finishing their meal, the Wayne family began a new round of socializing.

I met a lot of foreign friends, but I was also so tired that my whole body ached.

The Waynes are okay, they just serve as backdrops most of the time.

As the absolute protagonist, Vincent is miserable.

The banquet hosted by Fudge was even more exaggerated than the one held last year for the Merlin Order of Merlin. Basically, the magical governments of all countries sent representatives to the party.

The connections are evident, but it doesn't look like he's trying to cover up anything.

With countless doubts, Vincent "dropped in" on the excuse of going to the bathroom and found Dumbledore bragging and spanking with Mr. Newt.

The topics these two centenarians talked about were all about past events, such as who did something big in what year.

His joining immediately made the atmosphere more "lively".

"Professor, do you know-"

"Shh-" Dumbledore motioned him to sit down first,

"Our newly appointed youth representatives seem to have a lot of questions."

Vincent had a cold face and made it clear that he would not accept this.

Dumbledore reluctantly spread his hands towards Newt.

"I don't know much, but what is certain is that Sirius Black's goals have not changed."

They followed the Weasley family traveling to Egypt, and then played a trick on the Ministry of Magic through the looking glass given to Harry by Ron.

After being slapped in the face so many times, Fudge certainly wouldn't let him get his wish.

Look, the Ministry of Magic not only didn't make a fuss, but even held a grand banquet.

It's not easy to switch from passive to active.

But if Sirius is angered, Harry's situation will become more dangerous.

"Professor, you are still in the mood to recall the past with Mr. Scamander. Are you ready?"

Dumbledore smiled and said nothing.

Sure enough, ginger is still spicy.

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