This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Eric, who came from the special forces, has strong execution ability, and Vincent is also influenced by him.

The second form of super power was finally decided to be the p90 submachine gun newly launched by the Belgian Herstal Company.

It adopts a bullpup structure, and the bullet feed position is behind the grip, and the shape is like an alien weapon.

Although the appearance is fancy, the power is not lake at all.

The firing rate is 1,000 rounds per minute, and 16 bullets can be fired per second.

In order to complete it, Vincent scrapped two p90s that Eric got from special channels.

And in order to circumvent the law of abusing Muggle items, the round shape was modified to be tougher.

After he repaired the third floor to the state it was a week ago, he picked up the magazine and began to wait patiently.

If the traceless extension spell is applied, there will be no capacity limit in theory.

After half a day, the Ministry of Magic did not send a warning letter.

This is the face of the card!

Just as Vincent raised his wand to cast the traceless extension spell on the magazine, the doorbell rang from downstairs.

He walked down the stairs with an innocent face and saw his parents greeting Dumbledore with a smile on their faces.

"Is it really a phoenix?"

"Yes, Mrs. Wayne."

Vincent's face was stiff, "Professor, are you here to send me a warning letter?"

"Oh, yes."

The old man was very bad.

It's a pity that the Waynes run a gun store, and this little intimidation has no effect at all.

"Well, I was actually joking." Dumbledore retracted his gaze.

The couple have seen a lot of ups and downs, and their son has inherited this well.

Vincent rolled his eyes at him, "Professor, do I have to go to the 'funeral' with you?"

"Yes, Nico and Perenelle 'died' the day before yesterday."

Eric and Yin Fulin were unmoved, as if they had known the inside story for a long time.

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

Being able to share this secret shows that there is no problem with the family relationship.

"By the way, there is also the awarding ceremony next week."

He looked at the Wayne couple who looked a little excited again, "Mr. Wayne, Mrs. Wayne, you are all one of the witnesses invited this time."

A pure white invitation letter with golden text was placed on the coffee table.

The moment Yin Fulin's fingertips touched it, it suddenly turned into two badges with a white background and red edges, in the shape of two overlapping letters "w".

"Next week--" She looked at Eric next to her, "Dear, it seems that we will go to Hawaii for vacation a few days later."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed, "The venue is a venue in London, not too far from here."

The Wayne couple both held the badge and marveled.

It was obviously made of metal, but it didn't feel cold at all.

"Mr. Dumbledore, are there any requirements for clothing?"

"Just be decent and comfortable." Dumbledore pretended not to notice Vincent's little eyes looking at him.

"Personally, I suggest that you take it seriously. After all, this is an occasion attended by wizards from all over the world."

The Waynes knew what he meant.

Such an important occasion will definitely make international front-page news.

The awarding ceremony is not held every year, not to mention that there are seven winners this year.

In the eye contact between Eric and Yin Fulin, Vincent could only pray that the dress was not too ostentatious.

"Professor, when are we leaving?"

"Now."

Dumbledore stood up regretfully and said goodbye to the Waynes politely.

Wrapped in red flames, he took Vincent to a coast.

There is a coastline that stretches for nearly 100 miles here, which is a spectacular natural formation.

"Professor, is this the Jurassic Coast in East Devon?"

"Yes." Dumbledore led him to the bottom of an arched cliff.

The Jurassic Coast is composed of cliffs from the Triassic, Jurassic and Cretaceous periods, spanning the Mesozoic era and recording 180 million years of geographical history.

667 is not even a fraction of the time here, so it is quite suitable as a funeral site.

"Professor, who will be there?"

"Some of Nico's friends, and some members of the International Confederation of Wizards."

The more prestigious the witnesses, the better.

There is a stone platform on the sea surface under the arched cliff. When they walked over, steps appeared automatically.

There was already a person standing on the platform.

He had short silver-white hair, wore a dark green woolen windbreaker, and carried an old-fashioned brown leather suitcase in his hand.

Vincent only saw the back, but he guessed who it was.

"I thought we would be the first to arrive." Dumbledore stopped beside him.

"I'm here early." He turned his head with a complicated look, "Is this Mr. Wayne?"

"Hello, Mr. Scamander." Vincent extended his hand politely, "I've always been looking forward to meeting you one day."

Newt held his right hand tightly, "Rolf often talked about you. He said you were the best person he had ever met."

"He didn't say anything bad, did he?"

"No, it was all good."

Vincent let go of his hand, "That makes me feel relieved."

"Newt, haven't they arrived yet?"

"Tina said she would be there with Queenie and the others." Newt's face turned very ugly.

Dumbledore's smile was a bit flattering, "Because of what happened last time?"

"It's all your fault!"

Newt's tone was slightly resentful, "She has been ignoring me for two weeks."

"I showed up in time."

"And the matter of teaching at Hogwarts."

"You can refuse."

He bent down to Vincent, "Kid, don't believe anything he says.

Because you never know what he wants you to do, and you can't predict what the consequences of doing so will be."

"I totally agree."

Seeing that the two of them were united, Dumbledore couldn't help but reach out and wipe his eyes, "Oh - you hurt the fragile heart of an old man."

"Don't sympathize with him."

"I know what 'you have to pay for it' means, Mr. Scamander."

The two who met too late raised their hands and high-fived each other, and Dumbledore was helpless and depressed.

It was just that he was almost drowned by the Kraken. If he wanted to find someone, he should find the cerebral palsy official who angered it.

"Vincent, I think you should have guessed that something big happened recently."

"No, I don't want to know." Vincent shook his head, not wanting to know at all.

Seeing the resentment that Newt couldn't hide, the whole thing might be quite bizarre and tortuous.

"More than a month ago--"

"I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen--" He covered his ears with both hands and shook his head faster.

Dumbledore seemed to have an idea about the Wayne family going on vacation to Hawaii just now. Now he took the initiative to tell the story, and it is 100% certain that there is another purpose.

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