This Hogwarts is not normal

There is nothing to say about the things that are expected.

After Rita's interview, Vincent left the Ministry of Magic under the glare of a group of Lockhart fanatics.

They probably wanted to find the little witch who knocked her bald head on the back.

It was really scary, so fanatical that I lost my mind.

But what was even scarier than them was Snape's extremely cold eyes.

If it's none of his business, just ask Fudge, the one who asked the question.

In order to establish that Lockhart is not useless and has enough ability to become the mastermind behind the scenes, the easiest way is to forcefully step on Yi Peng Yi.

Moreover, it was Snape who was still "reluctant to leave" before leaving, who proposed to fight the professors.

Vincent raised his chin high, as arrogantly as he wanted.

"Ho ho ho—" Snape sneered and walked away.

Harry, who had been stuck in the middle, breathed a sigh of relief.

If there was a fight - no, even if there was a quarrel, he would be the first to be affected.

Judging from the joking look in Dumbledore's looking back, today's headlines will most likely become "Students and professors quarrel in the street, and the principal actually cheers them on".

Fortunately, Snape "backed out", otherwise the first person who would have been sad would have been Lockhart, who was about to be escorted to Azkaban.

No one can steal the headlines.

It just sits here quietly, waiting for the next destined person to arrive.

A strange red bird suddenly appeared in the sky.

It fell on Dumbledore's shoulder, "Let me take you home."

Vincent shook his head in refusal and looked at Harry meaningfully.

Sooner or later, we have to talk about Sirius, and now is a good opportunity.

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth raised slightly, and he nodded slightly.

"Well, let's see you at the beginning of school, Vincent."

"See you at the beginning of term, Professor, Harry."

After a burst of fire, Fox disappeared with the two of them.

The trial process went very quickly, and it was still early. It was not even noon before I walked around Diagon Alley and went home.

"Someone called you just now." Eric put down the newspaper.

"Oh." Vincent sat down on the sofa next to the phone.

No need to guess, Hermione was the only one anxious to find him.

After a brief exchange of words, we made an appointment to wait at the station the day after tomorrow and then hung up.

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Azkaban at the same time.

Rita, who followed the report the whole time, took a few photos and left with satisfaction.

What the public is concerned about is not how depressed Lockhart is, but whether there is some ulterior secret behind it.

Unfortunately, I couldn't write, even when Vincent pointed a gun at me.

I have no choice but to go back and visit some of my ardent fans.

Watching her take the boat away, the big stone weighing on Fudge's heart finally fell.

But thinking of Sirius who was still on the run, his heart became heavy again.

I was personally escorted to the thirteenth floor, and my trip here ended.

"Keep an eye on him and don't let anyone visit him casually."

The guard nodded solemnly, opened the cell opposite Quirrell, pushed Lockhart in and locked the door.

Representatives of the International Confederation of Wizards are here. If there is another prison break incident, there will be no way to cover it up.

"Minister Fudge, I heard that you sent dementors to patrol the outside world. The Black matter is very difficult?"

"It's just a security check. They won't appear in front of Muggles, and they won't affect the daily lives of wizards."

Watching the big guys go away, the guard's eyes suddenly became sharp.

He held a walking stick in his hand and knocked hard on several cells that cast curious glances.

After it calmed down a bit, it was time to patrol other floors.

Shortly after he left, Bella, who had calmed down just now, stared at the iron fence with wide eyes.

"Newcomer!"

Lockhart looked at her in confusion.

She is not so thin that she is skinny, but her cheeks are obviously sunken.

With his messy hair and dark circles under his eyes, his lips were purple and slightly black.

Unable to remain calm, he subconsciously stepped back and looked away.

"Newcomer!!!" The crazy roar sounded again.

He forced himself to look back, and the pair of eyes staring at him became even more terrifying.

"You smell like him! Where is he!"

Lockhart swallowed his saliva and stammered: "W-Which one is it?"

"The love of my life! My only master!"

"Master?" Quirrell on the opposite side smiled stupidly, "Hey hehe..."

The frightened Lockhart quickly crawled to the corner and curled up,

"No, I don't - I don't know him..."

"Liar!" Bella squeezed her head between the fence, her eyes almost popped out,

"You must have been in contact with him. I remember this smell. I will always remember it!"

Crouching in the corner, Lockhart held his head and started shaking.

He plucked up the courage to look at the cell next to hers.

Rodolphus Lestrange stared at her as she did, and even shouted that if she didn't tell the truth, her life here would be worse than hell.

Both beloved and master, the circle of Death Eaters is really chaotic.

Lockhart just thought about it for a moment, and the other cells screamed loudly.

With a "bang" sound, Quirrell on the other side suddenly hit his head against the fence.

"Master, where is my master..."

Bella screamed: "Shut up! You idiot is not even qualified to lick his toes!"

"Hey~" Quirrell stretched out a pair of hands covered with sutures that looked like bones from the gap in the fence.

He stretched his hand towards the opposite cell like a child who wanted to be hugged,

"Master, I want master, hehe~"

Lockhart was shaking as if from a convulsion.

Didn't his predecessor just steal the Philosopher's Stone? Why is he now crazier than the Death Eaters?

Will you become such a smart person after just one year?

I mustered up the courage to step forward and take a look, but I was so scared that I crawled back again.

What Lockhart longs for most right now is probably to get a wand and cast the most skilled forgetting spell on his forehead.

"Liar! Tell me where he is!" Bella's bloodshot eyes stared at his cell.

Even if she was hiding and huddled in a corner, her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the wall and see the trembling Lockhart.

"No, I don't know where he is, I don't know him at all..."

"Hahahaha——" Bella laughed wantonly, "I will definitely pry your mouth open with my own hands!"

Under her leadership, extremely crazy laughter sounded on the thirteenth floor.

Quirrell was also giggling, "Master~ I want a hug from the master~"

Lockhart covered his ears tightly.

Just when he could hardly bear it anymore, the air around him suddenly turned cold.

The moment the chill appeared, all the prisoners obediently returned to their cells.

The crazy laughter disappeared, but Quirrell still reached for a hug.

"What the hell is this..." Lockhart raised his head and saw a rotten face with no features.

It floated in through the fence, raising its head to reveal a dark hole that looked like a mouth.

It's a feeling of despair.

"Photo-dementors!?" Lockhart lay weakly on the floor, his dull eyes unable to move away from the dark hole.

The biting coldness disappeared.

Instead, there were unbearable memories of those scenes.

The frustration of discovering that I am not special after entering school, and the anger of being laughed at by my classmates.

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