This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Invermorny was originally just a stone hut built by Insot Sayer and her No-Maj husband James Stewart.

As the school continued to grow, the hut has become a castle.

As the number of students increased, more teachers were recruited.

"Invermorny is the best!" Sam pulled Munson to sit down, "Those were really great times."

Vincent, who listened quietly, did not refute.

No matter what the truth is, the alma mater is often the best.

"Remember the snakewood tree at the school gate?"

"Remember, you secretly broke a branch not long after you entered school, and Dean O'Brien was so angry that he didn't like you until graduation."

The Thunderbird Academy where Sam once studied represents the soul, and almost all the students are adventurous.

And the Pukki Academy where Munson once studied represents the heart, and the students are all kind-hearted.

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff?

The Horned Serpent Academy represents wisdom and is particularly fond of studious students.

The last cat-leopard represents the body, and all the students are warriors.

Ravenclaw and Gryffindor?

Vincent connected it to Gormlaith Gaunt and felt that it was normal for there to be no Slytherin.

Being hunted across the ocean, unless you are a real saint, it would be useless for anyone to replace you.

"I still don't understand why you are the best in our class.♦♦  ♦♦"

Sam raised his chin high, "Do you know a genius? I am such a person."

Munson held back his laughter and looked at Vincent, "Yes, a genius who was tied up like a mummy."

"That was an accident!" Sam stood up suddenly, "You don't understand even if I tell you, I was-"

He was about to demonstrate something, but was suddenly grabbed by Bradley by the back of his neck.

"Asshole! Do you think I didn't see it?

I was planning to- you bastard really deserve to be punished!"

"Director, my fingers are cramped."

In front of many guests, Sam was hit hard on the forehead three times.

"Hiss——" The guests twitched their lips and stopped paying attention to what was happening here.

"Do they do this often?"

"About twice a week, sometimes three or four times."

Vincent and his parents found a relatively quiet place to sit down.

There were medals to be won, and there was suddenly food and drink in the open space in front, and the key was that there was a "live performance".

This trip was a big profit.

"Ahem——" Randolph raised the microphone, "Everyone, please be patient, our Auror Office Director is educating ignorant young people."

His humor and wit were greeted with applause.

Bradley glared at Sam fiercely, and the latter immediately lowered his head in grievance.

Randolph on the stage raised his hand and clenched his fist, and the whole venue fell silent.

"Well, I have a very important news to tell you——"

He looked in the direction of the Wayne family, "It's time to award the Congressional Medal of Honor!"

The lights in the venue dimmed, and then a beam of white light from the ceiling illuminated Vincent.

"The establishment of our Magic Congress has gone through countless setbacks, but they will only make us stronger!"

The lights in the venue gradually brightened, reflecting Randolph's resolute face, "We are an open and inclusive government, any wizard or No-Maj can get this honor!"

Before Vincent whipped Fudge's corpse, he had to admire his vision.

It seems to be awarding medals to foreign friends, but in fact it is sending a signal to the world.

I am afraid that many wizards who are excluded in their own countries will move here to settle down.

"Please welcome our hero, Vincent Wayne!"

Amid cheers and applause, Vincent stood next to Randolph with a smile.

"Mr. Wayne, this is what you deserve."

Randolph bent down slightly and personally pinned an exquisite golden medal on his suit jacket.

"M" stands for Magic Congress, and the overlapping "M" below stands for honor.

"I hope I can have a second chance like this."

Vincent shook his head regretfully, "Chairman Randolph, Mr. Graves will be unhappy."

The guests in the audience were all laughing.

Compared to the implicit humor of Da Ying, America's humor is much more straightforward.

Randolph turned to look at the smiling Bradley, "No, look how happy he is!"

Bradley, pretending to be angry, raised his right hand and shook his index finger, as if to indicate that no outsider would ever get this medal again.

"I'm sorry, old friend--" Randolph turned to Newt, "There's really another one who wants to get it!"

The lights dimmed again.

Newt, illuminated by the white light, walked forward quickly.

"Mr. Scamander, I hope you can change your mind about our Magical Congress because of this."

Newt smiled awkwardly, "I'll try my best."

After Randolph put the medal on him personally, he turned his eyes back to Bradley.

"Our Auror Office Director said that he had already received the medal once, and if he took it back, many people would hate him."

The guests all shook their heads, not thinking that this was disgusting behavior at all.

When the Magic Congress was established, there were only 12 Aurors at first.

And the Graves family is the descendant of one of them.

Sam, who was far away from Bradley, was muttering something in a low voice.

From the shape of his mouth, it seemed that it was not pleasant to hear.

"Young people are the future, that's what he said." Randolph paused and looked in the direction of the light.

Sam, who was illuminated, widened his eyes and opened his mouth in disbelief.

"Sam Chavez, he is one of the best young people we have in recent years."

Sam, who was still in a daze, stared at Bradley blankly.

He seemed to want to say something and strode towards him.

"Stinky boy, hurry up!"

"Thank you, Director Graves."

Sam hugged Bradley tightly, "It would be better if you didn't always target me."

"Get out of here!" Bradley, who was laughing in anger, pushed him away.

"Do your job seriously in the future, or I will take back your medal!"

"Tsk - how can you take it back after you have issued it?"

Before being beaten, Sam had already left.

Randolph signaled Bradley below to come up and present the medal.

The answer he got was a shake of his head and refused.

"Our Auror Office Director seems to be shy."

Amidst the teasing, Bradley walked up helplessly.

He and Randolph each took one side of the medal and put it on Sam, whose face was slightly green.

"Director Graves, it seems a little crooked."

"Adjust it yourself." Bradley smiled and leaned into his ear, "Come to my office later, I have a very important task for you."

Sam thanked him uneasily and went down as if he was running away.

According to his many years of work experience, the more important the task, the more troublesome it is.

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