This Hogwarts isn't normal.

"Oh! Albus--"

Fudge, Umbridge and Dawlish were standing outside the office.

The Minister of Magic laughed loudly and heartily, "Old friend, why didn't you tell me when you came?"

Dumbledore apologized to Scrimgeour first, then stepped forward and hugged him politely.

"I didn't expect you to be so fast."

Fudge smiled, patted his back like an old friend and then let go, "Our efficiency has always been very high."

"Indeed." Dumbledore stood quite straight, half a head taller than the person opposite.

"Cornelly, I have always believed in your ability."

"Albus, you are praising your own vision in disguise, okay?"

"Of course, I haven't learned the word 'modest' until now."

Fudge's smile became even bigger, "You have learned it, haven't you?"

"Oh, yes." Dumbledore widened his eyes as if he had suddenly realized something, "It turns out that I have learned modesty without realizing it."

Umbridge frowned outside the door.

Fudge walked into the office as if nothing had happened.

"Rufus, how is the work preparation going?"

Scrimgeour glanced at Dawlish who had entered the bodyguard state, "Mr. Minister, I will do my best."

"That's good." Fudge's eyes swept across the Aurors and finally fixed on Kingsley.

"Albus, I won't disturb you to chat and reminisce about the past."

"Okay, Cornelius."

He came quietly, but he attracted attention when he left.

Although it was not yet to the point of showing off his power, Dumbledore knew that this was a precaution.

Since he had already given up the position of Minister, it would be best to chat and reminisce when he went to departments other than the Wizengamot.

"Rufus, I won't disturb your work then."

Dumbledore declined Scrimgeour's farewell.

Everyone was a smart person, and they had to pretend to be nice on the surface.

In the elevator on the way back, he began to substitute Vincent's character for the whole thing.

Perhaps when Umbridge frowned, it meant that it would not end easily.

Such a character who only cares about the results is not a suitable candidate for the Minister of Magic.

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On Tuesday, the headlines of all newspapers changed again.

This time it was Hermione, and the length was the same as yesterday.

Vincent habitually opened Rita's report and took a sip of milk to calm his nerves.

"Sizzle——"

He looked at Hermione who was tearing the newspaper.

This kind of impressive momentum might be a reward for Rita's greenhorns.

Under the title was a photo of a nutria with narrowed eyes and grinning teeth.

Vincent looked at Hermione, who was tearing the newspaper into pieces more than a shredder.

fakenews!

Her front teeth are obviously smaller than his!

The content was still familiar, with subjective assumptions and quotations out of context.

"Hermione Granger felt inferior about her appearance, so she studied hard in Muggle primary school--"

Ron, who didn't feel the murderous intent, continued to read, "According to insiders, she has been an encyclopedic existence among the freshmen since the first day she entered Hogwarts--"

Harry hesitated, but finally patted his shoulder.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

Ron turned his head and saw Hermione walking over with her head down.

"I--I don't mean anything else--"

However, she passed the two of them and stopped in front of Vincent.

"Uh--this is for you?"

She took the newspaper without saying a word and tore it into small pieces in a few seconds.

Ron, who was not far away, didn't even dare to breathe, and quickly threw the newspaper in his hand to the ground.

Harry followed suit and even crumpled it into a ball.

Hermione went back quietly.

But this anger will probably not go away in a short time.

Vincent looked at her cautiously with her cheeks puffed up with anger.

Before, she still had big buck teeth, messy hair, and a thin body. She was not really pretty.

But now her teeth are smaller and no longer squeeze the facial muscles to grow;

She started to pay attention to her personal image and no longer looked unkempt;

She did basic combat training every day and no longer looked malnourished.

According to his experience in his previous life, Hermione was the type who looked like a different person after not seeing her for a few years.

No wonder she was so angry, it turned out that the perverted little beetle had an old problem.

The Wayne family was honestly selling small commodities, but they were slandered as the largest arms dealer in Europe.

The bae system company, with an annual revenue of over 10 billion, fainted in the toilet.

Fred and George were undoubtedly said to be the existence of the school devil.

Rolf was probably better, at most he was sarcastic and not as good as his grandfather Newt in every way.

Cedric was silly, and I was afraid he would be written as a pig pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

On the second day, Vincent guessed it right.

The third and fourth days were the same.

On the fifth day, there was a little mistake, and Rita gave a very obscure evaluation of "gentlemanly scum".

Hermione swept away the previous depression.

Because Cedric tore it into pieces more than she did that day.

"Forget it, forget it, don't bother with this stinky reporter."

She even ran to comfort him, completely forgetting what happened a few days ago.

"Rita Skeeter——" Cedric's roar was full of unwillingness and anger.

Even the loyal and honest little badger was rewarded with raw melon and eggs, which shows how strong this famous reporter's writing skills are.

"Why are you the only one with a positive introduction?" Neville asked Vincent, who was watching the fun, "Do you really have the effect of the Elixir of Fortune?"

Under the gaze of many pairs of big eyes, Vincent nodded his head guiltily, "Yes, I am Mr. Lucky."

Cedric's eyes seemed to become more resentful, "Rita Skeeter——"

Hermione glanced at Vincent who was still joking, "Ced, she has done so many bad things, she will be punished sooner or later."

"You're right, she will definitely get retribution!"

Vincent felt relieved when he heard the roar.

It would be nice if the Wayne family knew about Rita's little tricks.

The more people there are, the less safe it is.

If she were to be driven into a panic, and she and Fudge were "complicit" together, the magical world would be completely ruined.

Although he felt it was almost there, especially after reading the Sunday newspaper.

"Who is Gilderoy Lockhart?"

Lavender immediately answered Neville's question: "He has written many books about his encounters with dark creatures, and is the most famous writer in the magical world!

He is also an honorary member of the Defense League against the Dark Arts and a five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award!

I've always wanted a bottle of the Bird and Snake Egg Yolk Shampoo he invented, but I couldn't buy it no matter where I went. "

Vincent squinted at her long light brown hair.

This is a little witch who loves to dress up.

Avant-garde and fashionable oversized waves, very natural and shiny.

Bird and snake eggshells are made of sterling silver and have luster-giving properties, making them particularly suitable for hair care.

As for the egg yolk...

According to the classification of Bird Snake xxxx, and its habit of actively attacking anything close to it, it is estimated that it will not go anywhere safely.

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