This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The Sahara Desert is so big that Vincent and Sam, who are practicing Apparition, have no idea what is happening more than ten kilometers away.

From less than 10 meters at the beginning, it has now moved smoothly to hundreds of meters.

"Wayne, how about I come back to pick you up later?"

Vincent appeared in mid-air, then returned to Sam, "You have something to do?"

It was really scary at first, but now I'm used to it.

"No, you've learned almost enough anyway, it doesn't matter if I'm here or not."

"Aren't you afraid that I will be in danger?"

Sam shook his head bitterly.

When Wayne's family was attacked by a wizard, Yin Fulin urged him not to tell Vincent.

I have to look after stores on weekdays, take illegal apparition classes on weekends, and watch out for the next person who doesn't have eyesight.

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere."

Vincent rubbed his chin and thought.

His expression was a bit unnatural, and he must be hiding something.

Clever people are the best at predicting, and the hardest to guess are often those who are shameless and don't like to use their brains.

Probably... I have an appointment with Ms. Rosmerta...

The desert is more than ten kilometers away.

The impact sent Eric flying onto the hood of the SUV.

He was wearing body armor and just a little groggy.

On the other hand, the wizard who was half buried in the desert looked as peaceful as dead.

"Stay alert and don't approach rashly."

Hunter and Melvin stopped.

Eric must have been very aware of those weird things when he managed to make people like this.

Andrew and the others lost a lot of blood and their lives were not in danger.

The bullets that bounced off the Iron Armor Curse all pointed upward.

Even if the penetration force is greatly weakened, the flat tail can still pierce muscle tissue.

"Captain, they need to remove the bullet immediately!"

Eric returned to the car and threw the small iron box under his back seat.

"Apply to the wound to stop bleeding. Don't pour too much at once."

Fortunately, he asked Sam for some magic potion before setting off.

They are all therapeutic agents that can speed up wound healing and are sufficient to deal with current emergencies.

"If he moves, shoot immediately."

Hunter and Melvin stared intently.

Eric pulled out his satellite phone.

He hesitated for a moment and finally dialed.

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"Buzz--" Sam was dumbfounded.

If he hadn't muted the sound, he would have been exposed on the spot.

Hanging up once means you have no time. The more calls you make, the more urgent the situation becomes.

This is already the third time. I need to find a reason to leave as soon as possible.

"Wayne, I suddenly remembered that I have something important to do."

Vincent appeared before him very suddenly,

"Dating?"

"Cough cough cough -" Sam coughed violently, "Yeah."

He was smiling, very fake.

"With whom?"

Was asked.

"Ms. Rosmerta?"

“Cough cough cough cough——”

Vincent was almost certain Sam was lying.

If you don't want to go to class, just say so. Why are you so flustered?

"Mr. Chavez, are you hiding something from me?"

Sam hung up the phone in his pocket for the fourth time,

"That's it for today. I have to go back to the date quickly."

Poor physical cover-up and even poorer lying skills.

Vincent just focused his eyes on the pocket where his right hand was inserted, and Sam's expression became more and more nervous.

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"What on earth is it?" He seemed to be talking to himself.

Sam smiled coquettishly, "It's nothing, it's just a little surprise I prepared."

Clearly guilty.

What surprise can make a thick-skinned person sweat on his forehead?

Vincent, whose curiosity was aroused, suddenly pointed behind him,

"Look, it's Mrs. Zabini!"

Sam looked over in shock, and then his right hand was pulled out of his pocket.

This little surprise is a bit "big".

The mobile phone, which looks like a brick, can be stuffed into a pocket, and ninety-nine percent of it has been cast under the Invisible Stretching Charm.

The thumb is still on the button, which means it has just been hung up.

"Buzz--" The call came again.

"Why don't you answer?" Vincent let go of his right hand with interest.

"This is the Sahara Desert, and it's impossible for ordinary mobile phones to have a signal."

The signal can be received through the pocket that has been casted by the Seamless Stretching Charm. If it is a state-of-the-art satellite phone, it must have been modified.

Sam was shocked again and almost dropped the phone.

"Wayne——"

He struggled for about ten seconds, his expression serious as never before.

"The call was from your father. He must have been in danger."

As soon as he finished talking about the Wayne family, Eric called again.

Vincent pressed the call button.

"Sam, I'm in a little trouble."

"Uncle Wayne, I'm with your son now."

Eric's eyes widened for a moment on the other side of the phone.

The confidentiality work was done like this, but I didn't expect that the chain would still fall off.

It only took six times for him to be exposed. No wonder he was treated docilely by his own son.

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere."

As soon as Eric hung up the phone, a black and white vortex appeared in front of him.

"Put down your guns!"

Sam came out first, followed by Vincent.

"Dad, where is he?"

"Over there."

Half of his body was buried in the desert, and his sternum was slightly collapsed, which seemed to have injured his internal organs.

Sam first tied him up like a mummy, and then used magic to treat him.

Everyone around was fully armed, and Vincent could probably guess what was going on.

He didn't cry, but he was really moved.

The men in the Wayne family are very good at hiding their thoughts. Grandpa is like this, Dad is like this, and he is also like this.

"Dad, I-"

"Come here, guys, it's my son!"

Vincent, who was hugged by Eric's shoulders, was no stranger to them.

It seemed like they had seen him when he was a baby, and it seemed like they had seen him just a few years ago.

And they were destined not to remember what had just happened.

"Vincent, do you remember your uncle?" Hunter pinched his cheek.

"Of course I remember, Uncle Hunter."

"What about me?"

"I remember, you are Uncle Melvin."

Sam, who was treating Andrew and the others, had a very complicated expression.

It seemed that he didn't know magic, but he seemed to be pretending not to know.

Eric came to him quietly, "How is it?"

"It's just some minor injuries, I will heal it soon."

Sam hesitated and said, "Uncle Wayne, why are they not-not afraid of magic?"

"This." Eric took out the wand that had just broken,

"Maybe it's because of this."

Fear because of the unknown, courage because of understanding.

Muggles are afraid that wizards will use magic to hurt themselves, and wizards are afraid of exposing magic and being persecuted by Muggles.

Even though it is no longer the Middle Ages, even if there is a possibility of peaceful coexistence between the two sides, Sam cannot abandon his responsibility as an Auror.

Protect the magic world, protect magic from being discovered, and protect wizards from being harmed.

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