This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The Minister of Magic came with his secretary and Aurors, so we can rule out the possibility of reminiscing about the past.

Considering the performance of the legendary Aurors, there are only a few possibilities left.

Either Vincent has committed a crime, or he has asked Dumbledore for help.

Fudge stepped forward with heavy steps, "Albus, I have a very unfortunate news to tell you."

Vincent keenly noticed that Kingsley and Moody's expressions were a little unnatural.

Umbridge's fake smile was regarded by him as a normal performance.

Dumbledore was very surprised, "What's the matter?"

"You are under arrest, Albus Dumbledore."

Fudge glanced over, and Kingsley and Moody both walked forward.

"Sorry, old friend." Moody took the elderberry wand handed over, "I didn't expect that my last mission would be to escort you back to the Ministry."

Vincent's mind was a little confused.

There are not many wizards in the entire magic world who can have this ability, and it happens that the father of the president of the Black Swan Club is one of them.

"Cornelly, can I ask what I am guilty of?"

Fudge sighed, "I didn't want to do this, but the Ministry has received too many protests in the past two months.

Albus, they all think you are responsible for Quirinus's affairs."

This matter is not a light matter, but it is not a heavy matter either.

It is true that Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard in the world, but if the Philosopher's Stone was kept in the Ministry of Magic, the outcome would probably be completely different.

Taking money to do things is still a big deal, and Vincent's resentment towards the Ministry of Magic has doubled.

"This is indeed my fault." Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, "They are right, I should be responsible for Quirinus's affairs."

With such a good attitude of "confession", Fudge followed the process,

"Don't worry, Albus, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement will give a fair judgment."

He looked at Vincent, "If everything goes well, the investigation will probably be completed before the end of the holiday."

This is a reminder, but also a warning.

If something is accidentally leaked, the progress of the investigation will naturally slow down.

Dumbledore gave a little wink.

Vincent nodded solemnly in cooperation.

In terms of acting, he has been pretending to be a child for eleven years.

"Minister Fudge, will the professor really be okay?"

Umbridge, who received the signal, stepped forward and tried her best to make herself more friendly, "I will, kid.

The Ministry of Magic has always adhered to fair and just choices. It will never let a bad person go, and will never wrongly accuse a good person."

Sending her here to brainwash is really a big failure.

Vincent thinks that the taciturn Kings is quite suitable, at least he will not let this bad feeling deepen again.

"Great, I have always believed in you.

After the big stick is hit, the sweet date should also be given.

Sure enough, Fudge stepped forward and patted his shoulder with a smile.

"Mr. Wayne, what the Ministry of Magic lacks most is excellent talents like you.

After you graduate, you must come to us!"

"I will seriously consider it. "Vincent seemed a little ecstatic.

But in his heart, he had already devalued the minister.

He thought it was a sweet date, but it turned out to be a big pancake without even the flour mixed properly.

This is just playing with a child!

Well--he is really a child now.

At least Fudge thinks so.

The reason was explained, the hidden danger was eliminated, and it was finally time to say goodbye.

"Vincent, say hello to Nico for me." Dumbledore's eyes were quite intriguing.

"I will, professor." Vincent blinked a pair of innocent big eyes.

If it were a different background, such as a gallows, it would definitely earn a lot of tears from the audience.

"Oh--" Umbridge took out a pink handkerchief and gently wiped a tear called hypocrisy from the corner of her eye.

"Minister Fudge, we must clear Professor Dumbledore's name as soon as possible!"

"You're right, then we'll leave first. "

Under Vincent's hopeful gaze, the eight of them were swallowed up by the black and white vortex one after another.

"I'm so tired--" He stretched out his hand, twisted his neck, and yawned again.

I didn't wear earmuffs to sleep last night, which really affected my sleep quality.

The repeated assurances of Fudge and Umbridge just now only showed that the influence of old Malfoy was not as great as that of Dumbledore.

And regardless of whether the gold galleons were in place, the decision of the Ministry of Magic could be influenced.

Vincent, who received two important pieces of information, looked at the wilderness behind him.

He stretched out his hand carefully, and the scene in front of him was like a lid. Like ripples.

This special magic barrier is probably used to conceal the real location.

From the fact that the seven people chose to show up outside instead of inside, it can be almost concluded that there is an anti-Apparition spell.

Vincent was dumbfounded after passing through the barrier.

This building, which is hundreds of meters high and has colorful light strips floating on the walls, is not a product of this era at all.

It is very cyber and punk.

He traveled through time again?

Came to 2077?

If there were not two old men in simple robes standing at the bottom of the tall building, he would have been on his way to escape.

"Are you surprised, kid?" Nico stretched out his wrinkled right hand.

"No, it's shock." Vincent didn't forget Dumbledore's instructions.

After shaking hands gently, he began to look at the building carefully.

Those floating light strips didn't seem to be magic.

The wall material didn't look like metal, at least not any metal found by Muggles.

Nico explained patiently, "It's a high-rise building built entirely by alchemy, with many functions such as attack and defense-"

Perenelle threw him a small look lightly, "Child, come in first."

"Ah-oh, okay, Mrs. Flamel." Vincent looked away a little blankly.

The glass door that started automatically;

The lobby full of sci-fi atmosphere;

The elevator without vibration and sound throughout the whole process;

The HD display screen that was so thin that it was almost non-thin,

All of these showed that the legendary alchemist in front of him with a kind smile was definitely the most hardcore punk master in the magic world.

When Vincent saw the metal humanoid machine under construction inside the building through the large transparent glass of the elevator, he wanted to kneel down to him on the spot.

"These are all alchemical products. I made them..."

Perenelle didn't stop him this time.

Use magic circuits to replace circuit boards, and then engrave magic runes with different effects, and finally use mechanical transmission principles to complete the assembly.

Vincent understands every word, but not when they are put together.

"Alchemy is so magical that I have never felt tired of studying it for nearly six hundred years."

"Gululu——" Vincent looked at Nico with a face full of yearning, and knew that he came to the right place.

What's wrong with Voldemort? Being able to learn from such a legendary alchemist, even Grindelwald dares to pick up his sword and cut him.

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