This Hogwarts isn't normal.

As a copy wizard, there is nothing that Vincent cannot copy.

What about crispy duck?

"I still think Qiu's cooking tastes better." Hermione's evaluation seemed biased.

"Yeah, it's a little off the heat." Luo Fu licked the salt and pepper on his fingertips.

He said he wanted to go back, but he still came with another piece.

Humble President, cooking online.

Vincent raised his wand, "Come on, everyone, come with me!"

Harry was the first to look at Qiu.

Children know how to choose.

When Qiu saw that Vincent was not angry, he taught everyone how to cook crispy duck.

Hermione came to his side, "Are you plotting against her?"

"What do I want to do with her?"

"I can guess it even if you don't tell me."

She gave a small look that revealed the truth, "Hufflepuff has Cedric and Rolf. For Ravenclaw, you plan to find Qiu, who is currently the most popular."

"What about Slytherin?" Vincent responded with a playful look.

The best breakthrough was actually Draco, who had been getting beaten.

Unfortunately, he has been so offended that the possibility of reconciliation and making friends is almost zero.

Hermione looked into the distance, "Daphne Greengrass."

When she was in Black Lake before, she knew that the other party's wavering was not fake.

This little witch isn't inherently evil, she just has to remain a pure-blood supremacist for some reason.

It may come from family, or it may come from interpersonal relationships.

After all, he was born in Slytherin and was born into an extreme pure-blood family.

Vincent shrugged nonchalantly, "Fred and George are both named Wes, and they have a friendly attitude towards Muggles.

Seid is not that kind of person, let alone Rove. "

Those who really hang out with him are either Muggle-born or Muggle-friendly.

Anyone else would probably not be able to understand these words.

But Hermione understood, and even guessed his hidden qualities.

Slytherin's ambition.

She raised her mouth and said, "When I become the Minister of Magic in the future, I will definitely help you eliminate the prejudices among wizards."

The purer the descendants of wizards are, the more likely they are to inherit magic.

Although there are no studies to show this, animals can serve as a guide.

If this continues, one day we will embark on the path of inbreeding.

After two wizarding wars, the population was already much smaller.

Maybe it will take a few hundred years before those extreme purebloods who have no choice will intermarry with Muggle-born wizards.

The nominally dead House of Gaunt is a lesson.

A wizard who truly cares about the magical world would not be willing to wait hundreds of years.

Maybe, this is the reason why he became the Dark Lord in the prophecy.

In the eyes of some pure-blood wizards, Vincent was simply weakening them in disguise.

He looks down on Muggle research and cannot let go of his power and status.

This pest-like family will die sooner or later.

Vincent played with the handle of the phoenix staff engraved in his hand, "Is there a possibility that I actually helped you become the Minister of Magic?"

He chuckled, "According to my current understanding of the Ministry of Magic, you may have to work hard for another twenty years.

Hermione didn't refute, as if she accepted the joke.

"When the time comes, I'll be flattered to accept your help."

"Don't be like this, I'm under a lot of pressure."

She walked towards Qiu, "You are President Wayne, an omnipotent being in the eyes of all of us."

Vincent was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the sky.

The Dark Lord is actually quite good, but I don’t know how valuable this real one is.

Compared to the future that is hundreds of years in the future, Voldemort's goal of letting pure bloods dominate the wizarding community is simply too much.

Grindelwald can do it, but he is a Muggle and cannot agree with the idea of ​​wizards ruling Muggles.

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Far across the ocean, America.

There is a real-life version of Gotham City here.

New York.

Freedom is synonymous with this city.

In broad daylight, there are some guys on the street who can teleport.

They are Aurors under the Magical Congress, and they are of the same nature as those from the Ministry of Magic.

Today, they are chasing a mysterious man with black mist all over his body.

"Sam, come here quickly for support!" the Auror Director yelled at the walkie-talkie-shaped object in his hand.

He apparated in front of the mysterious man, but the other person passed over his head like a mist.

"Victor D. Blood, you filthy creature of darkness!

Today, I must take you back to death row! "

Victor's pale face was bloodless, and he just stretched out his hand to throw a car parked on the street behind him.

The Head Auror apparated hastily, then materialized behind him.

"Bradley, you know this is impossible." Victor's voice was very weak, like that of an old man.

But his appearance is that of a young man in his twenties.

Director Auror Bradley raised his wand and cast various spells through his body.

"Damn it!"

Victor's wound was covered by black mist, and as if he couldn't feel the pain, the two cars were thrown into the air again.

Bradley was about to disapparate again when a young man with blond hair appeared in front of him.

"Director, I'm late!"

His wand, named Sam, drew a circle and steadily caught the two cars.

No-Majs on both sides of the street were so surprised that they opened their mouths from ear to ear.

Teleport?

Superpower?

How can anyone shoot a blockbuster like this!

"God, you would never have imagined -" A No-Maj who was using a mobile phone suddenly lowered his hand and hung up the phone with dull eyes.

A large group of Aurors chased back and skillfully cast the Forgetting Charm on them one by one.

"What are you still looking at!" Bradley yelled at Sam, "Stop him quickly!"

"Oh, Director!" Sam pressed his wand to the ground, narrowing both sides of the street toward the middle.

Victor's expression remained unchanged, and there was even a hint of disdain on his handsome face.

He bit his wrist open and spilled blood on the ground.

"Hurry up, he's running away!" Bradley's spell had no effect.

Sam, who was gasping for air, gritted his teeth and said, "Infinite Cage——"

A black metal cage rose from the ground, trapping Victor's entire body inside.

But his blood was like strong acid, and just one drop caused the cage to begin to corrode.

two,

three,

Four.

The little time Sam delayed allowed the large number of Aurors behind him to appear.

"Goodbye, everyone." Victor turned back and smiled evilly at them, disappearing on the pattern made of blood on the ground.

The black mist left in the four cages seems to have not dissipated for a long time because of the blood map.

"Farke, let him run away again!" Bradley stared at the cage.

The pattern on the ground is an equilateral triangle with a circle inside and a straight line vertically.

Sam carefully lifted the cage and said, "Director, Victor has been quite peaceful in the past six months. It doesn't matter whether we go out or not."

"You bastard!" Bradley slapped him on the forehead, "This dirty dark creature still uses this logo to this day!

Do you know what this means? "

Sam nodded his head aggrievedly, "I know, this means that those guys who fanatically follow the Deathly Hallows are still unwilling to give up."

"Hmph -" Bradley clenched his fists, "One day, I will throw all these scum into death row!"

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