This Hogwarts isn't normal.

As the hearing was about to begin, five invisible figures came to Snape's office.

If nothing else, they have plenty of time.

If an accident does occur, two or three hours will still be enough.

There were many things in the mithril suitcase, and it took Cedric several minutes to find a key.

The door lock must be equipped with an anti-locking spell, and a copper-iron alloy key with malleability comparable to mithril can physically open the lock.

Fred and George stood beside him, each holding a large buckler.

"Can this thing really withstand dark magic?"

"Vincent should have tried." Hermione reached out with some uncertainty.

It's ice cold, not like mithril or silver and iron.

"Then here's the question -" Rolf tapped the wand in his hand.

"If this thing really works, who did he ask to test the black magic?"

Hermione quickly came up with an excuse: "He is an alchemist, so it is normal for him to have some weird gadgets."

"It's really not surprising." Luo Fu looked at her deeply and said,

"Anyway, he won't be negatively affected by black magic. It doesn't matter who he tests."

Fred and George both thought of something.

Black magic is a symbol of dark wizards.

"He may be studying how to counterattack." Hermione laughed dryly.

"Professor Dumbledore actually knows a lot about dark magic."

Cedric held the key, "We all know there are some little secrets between you and him, and we generally know the reason why you didn't tell us.

Dominate Hogwarts?

From the time Daphne joined the Court of Owls to today's visit to Alloy Glass's house, it can be seen that Vincent is deliberately developing his power.

If it was against Voldemort, there was no need to hide it from them.

Hermione hugged the suitcase tightly, "Vincent should be trying to change those wizards who advocate pure-blood supremacy."

She knew it was far from simple.

As a young wizard of Muggle origin, she could sense his dissatisfaction with the wizarding class.

Weasley, Diggory, and Scamander are all well-known wizarding families, and no matter how downcast they are, they all belong to the middle and upper classes.

Vincent and Hermione can only continue to work hard and regard all their achievements as a path to promotion.

What to do with those without talent?

So what really needs to change is most likely the privileges possessed by wizard families.

Prioritize recruitment at work, and have the network resources in hand.

But even if the Minister of Magic wants to make the situation a little better, he will face fierce opposition.

Muggle-born Minister Nobby Ridge is a good example.

The topic was a bit heavy, and even Fred and George, who were usually smiling, fell silent.

"I personally have no objection." Rolf showed Groot in his arms, "Our family are all magizoologists, and I don't plan to enter the Ministry of Magic. ♦♗  ♦♦"

"So are we!"

It is precisely because of being close to Muggles that the Weasley family's life has become increasingly difficult.

Cedric opened his mouth several times, "My father loves me very much, and being an herbalist doesn't require any connections."

He pretended to be calm and inserted the key into the door lock.

"Click-" the door opened.

"Fortunately, there is no black magic." Rolf put down his wand with peace of mind.

Hermione opened the door carefully and said, "Snape is a professor. You think too badly of him."

"No, he's inherently bad." Fred lit his wand and walked in first, holding his buckler.

"If we are caught by him now, every one of us will be deducted 50 points."

George followed, "Not only that, there must be cruel and inhumane corporal punishment."

They all tacitly agreed not to continue the topic.

Cedric put away his keys and slowly walked into the office with his suitcase.

It was a humid and dark environment, and there was a pungent smell mixed with a variety of magic potions in the air.

After putting on their gas masks, Fred and George at the front walked in side by side.

Luo Fu, who came in last, closed the door and turned his back to the four of them.

"Jomgander's venom?" Hermione picked up a bottle of black liquid from the work table and shook it. "It's probably mixed with something else."

"Take it away, take it away~"

She put a total of fifteen small bottles into her white semicircular pocket.

"Where are the semi-finished products in the crucible?"

"Don't let go of anything." Fred, who was in front of the old wooden cabinet, turned back, "Remember, being kind to your enemy is being cruel to yourself."

Hermione's mouth twitched uncontrollably several times.

Taking one thing is taking, and taking them all is taking.

Snape was so narrow-minded that he was afraid that he would be offended to death if he even took an empty bottle.

After thinking about it seriously, she felt that keeping a bed was really a kindness.

After clearing the workbench, the five of them stood in front of the wooden cabinet with various protective magics.

Including Vincent, none of them had actually entered this office.

A few glances from a distance were not enough, so the five of them first cast the Iron Armor Curse together.

"The cabinet must have an anti-locking spell." Cedric put on his dragon leather gloves, "Then you have to use this thing~"

The gun blade - super powerful enhanced version was held in his hand, "I have actually wanted to touch it for a long time."

The characteristic of mithril's affinity for magic allows its blade to be easily inserted into the crack of the cabinet door.

With a little force, all the protective magic deployed poured out.

The bucklers held by Fred and George kept clanking.

Iron poisoned arrows, magic shocks caused by damage, corrosive beams...

Although the two round shields of unknown materials resisted all of them, they were almost scrapped.

There was no automatic repair, so it was confirmed that they were not mithril.

When Cedric opened the cabinet door, Hermione was still looking at them carefully.

High strength, good corrosion resistance, high heat resistance...

"Is this titanium alloy?"

"Huh!?"

When she was about to do some science popularization, she found that George was holding a few familiar small bottles in his hand.

Last Sunday, the principal's office.

The bottles contained memories extracted with a wand, which seemed to belong to Snape.

"And this!" Cedric held up a small stone disc.

If I remember correctly, this is a meditation basin that can review memories.

Fred and George looked at each other, "Big harvest!"

Rolf, who was keeping watch, also hurried over.

The cabinet was full of some precious herbs and potions, so the weight of these memories would not be low.

"We have all the conditions, why don't we..." The twins' proposal was full of temptation.

Although the stone basin can barely fit five faces, the biggest problem is how to use it.

Hermione tightly grasped the wand in her hand.

When Phineas taught Vincent how to use the Pensieve last Sunday, she had almost learned it.

"Miss Know-it-all~ We should be able to help you use this thing, right?"

After she changed the target of instigation, she began to understand Vincent's feelings at the time.

If you don't take a look first, even if you find the best things, it will be boring.

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