This Hogwarts isn't normal.

In the world of wizards, some ancient families will give birth to branches.

They develop individually and strengthen each other.

Lestrange is like this, and Rozier is like this.

There is a large grape-growing area in southwestern France. Further along the upper reaches of the Dordogne River, there is a manor that cannot be seen by Muggles.

It's not as luxurious as Malfoy Manor, but it's full of history.

The surveillance magic here can prevent the mistress inside from going out, but it cannot effectively intercept the parchment sent by Victor.

Vader was wearing silk black pajamas and lounging on a velvet-covered sofa.

There was a bottle of freshly opened red wine on the table facing her, and a crystal goblet was placed next to it.

A little further forward is the Deathly Hallows symbol slowly outlined with blood.

The smell of blood made her frown in displeasure.

It's not difficult to come over in person. In this case, it is most likely that you will ask for help.

"Surprising." Vader put down the parchment, picked up the crystal goblet and took a sip.

Grindelwald's only apprentice has actually made up his mind to join the Holy Twenty-Eight Families.

Although it is not an old and prestigious family, it is a good start.

Underneath the slightly showy tone, there was an expected request for help.

As the sole heir of the French Rozier family, she actually didn't think highly of her British cousin who died as a Death Eater.

There is no future in following Voldemort.

Be ruthless to your enemies, and even more ruthless to your own people.

The Wiccan Party only carries the symbol of the Deathly Hallows with them, unlike the Death Eaters who need to brand themselves with a Dark Mark that can never be removed.

The moment Voldemort fell, they were either killed on the spot or imprisoned in Azkaban for life.

Although many people escaped, they either had to pay a huge amount of gold galleons to "atone" or confess to identifying other hidden Death Eaters.

Members of extremist organizations are extremists.

What wizards should really fear is not a loose organization united by terror, but a group of people who are willing to sacrifice themselves for the same dream.

Vader quickly wrote a letter, but it was not to Victor.

Her cousin Evan Rozier died a year before Voldemort's fall, so the British Rozier family was not severely liquidated.

For the sake of sharing the same last name, they will be happy to help.

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After two "boring" Potions lessons, Vincent returned to the activity room and cracked his fingers.

If the Rozier family is willing to help, it will be much easier to stabilize the Greengrass family.

If not, just go with Victor and do something traditional.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at Daphne, who was sitting opposite Hermione.

Gather some information in advance?

Personality and hobbies?

When she first saw Vincent sitting over, Daphne thought he was looking for Hermione. ̢̜̳̱͈̹͓͛͜ḩ̷̻̩͍̱̗͔̺̏̓͊̀͂̀ͅṵ̵̙̻͉̦͙̗̥̉̓̓͊̑̂̑x̸͍̘̳͂͊̂̊̀͊̕͘.̷̹̦̆̆̆c ̶͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̧̝̳̠͇͕̺̲̹̔̈́́͝͝m̷̗͓̽̂̌̋̋̌

“Greengrass, what is your family’s character like?

Are they getting along well? What do you like? "

She was confused by three questions.

"Hey!" Hermione held her little hand, her eyes full of defense, "Please tell me your reasons first."

Vincent twitched the corners of his mouth.

There is still a little more than a day left, so all preparations must be made in advance.

"I'm going to make a trip to Greengrass' house after Saturday's hearing."

Daphne's little heart stopped pounding.

Both she and Hermione were trying their best to eliminate the slight embarrassment that suddenly appeared on their respective faces as the misunderstanding was resolved.

“My dad is very sensible and likes to collect antiques.

Mom is always gentle when she speaks, but she can become particularly scary when she's angry. "

"Where's your sister?" Vincent picked up the notebook Hermione placed on the table.

"She has never left the house. I think she must really want to see the outside world."

"What do you hate?"

Daphne looked at him and stopped talking several times.

"I see."

"My parents haven't reached the level of those people yet." She explained anxiously:

"Astoria is very innocent and will definitely not hate you."

Vincent nodded in understanding, "Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"

"Actually, both of my parents have some——" Daphne paused, sorting out her words a little,

"They are more willing to make friends with powerful people. If it were you, I don't think it would be too difficult for you."

It's just vanity, a common problem among pure-blooded men, not that bad.

Now that we have the information, we can start prescribing the right medicine.

Watching him gearing up to leave, they both secretly prayed that things would go smoothly.

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The next afternoon,

Vincent walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office on the third floor with confidence.

"Knock knock——"

"Come in."

Lockhart's ostentatious celebrity photos were gone, replaced by some landscapes and potted plants.

Dorje was pruning one of the plants with light purple fruits, "Mr. Wayne, I thought you would arrive later."

He put down the silver scissors in his hand, walked to the neatly arranged desk and motioned Vincent to sit down first.

"Thank you, professor."

After entering the room and tidying up his clothes, Doggie found that he was looking at the plant with interest.

"This is belladonna, an important material for many kinds of potions."

After getting permission, Vincent came closer to watch.

Belladonna, also known as wild nightshade and beauty grass, is one of the most poisonous plants in the Western Hemisphere.

In ancient times, Muggles would crush it and apply the juice on arrows.

And wizards use its hallucinogenic effect to make therapeutic potions with anesthetic and hypnotic effects.

In short, when you wake up, all the wounds on your body are healed.

But this one is very different from the common ones.

"Professor, I remember that every time belladonna bears fruit, the color and toxin will be lighter."

"Yes." Doggie was a little surprised, "It seems that you have learned a lot of knowledge in advance."

Vincent retracted his gaze, "Professor, the sixth-grade "Advanced Potion Making" mentioned a potion that only exists in legends, and its main ingredient seems to be light purple belladonna."

"That's the flying potion." Doggie smiled and shook his head, "An old friend of mine dreams of restoring it. He gave it to me many years ago."

"Is it Mr. Horace Slughorn, the owner of Tom's memories?"

"Well..." His eyes became a little lonely, "My old friend is not a bad person, he just thinks Tom will achieve extraordinary achievements in the future."

It's this kind of vain character again.

Vincent's impression of Slughorn is okay.

People from Slytherin College have more or less this kind of character.

Seeking benefits and avoiding harm is human instinct, but their degree is deeper.

Slughorn's handing over of his memories is enough to prove that he is not in the same group as Voldemort, and there is a high probability that he will be won over by Dumbledore to become his own man.

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