This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Daphne took Hermione's little hand,

"Isn't there Vincent? Counting the wizard card, those pure-blood supremacists have already been severely punished.

Yes, everything is slowly getting better.

"If the Ministry of Magic finds out that he and Mr. Chavez did it, we will probably have another good show."

"Pfft-" Hermione couldn't help laughing.

With the lessons learned from Minister Aediya and other gentlemen, she could imagine Vincent taking all the students at Hogwarts to the gate of the Ministry of Magic and shouting injustice.

She was in a much better mood and said, "If it rots, let it rot. In the worst case, throw it away and we can plant a new one with a good one."

It sounds extremely overconfident.

"There is a Potions class in the afternoon, do you want to go back and rest?"

"Yeah, I forgot about it!"

In the next few days, Vincent always felt that something was different about Hermione.

She no longer cared about the daily newspapers or what new moves the Ministry of Magic was taking.

It was as if nothing had happened. I took classes seriously and worked hard to add points to the college.

This must be growth.

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May 15th,

Representatives from the International Confederation of Wizards arrived.

There are all kinds of skin colors, 5 people in total.

As the president, Dumbledore walked into the Ministry of Magic with them.

Next to him, a dark-skinned wizard wearing khaki robes looked away from Fudge, who was standing in front of the Magic Brothers Fountain in the main hall.

"Albus, it's quite difficult to come to England.

"These are extraordinary times, Babajid."

Babajide Akinbad, who graduated from the Wagadu School of Magic in Africa, is a veteran of the federation. He has served as the vice president for 20 years.

"I understand, Albus." Babajid said no more.

He came to Fudge and stretched out his hand, "Long time no see, Minister Fudge."

"Long time no see, Vice President Ajinbad."

Fudge seemed to be very familiar with the delegates, or so it seemed.

"Welcome, Ms. Chen."

Behind the middle-aged witch with an oriental face is a tall and burly young wizard.

"Anatole, I haven't seen you for a few years. I didn't expect you to have become a representative of Russia."

Then came a short and thin old wizard and a fat middle-aged wizard.

"Congressman Campbell, Councilor Anatoly, the last time I saw you two was when I officially took office as Minister of Magic, right?"

Senator Campbell, who is similar in age to Dumbledore, smiled, with countless wrinkles on his face.

“Kannay—I’d better call you Minister Fudge.

I think the federation representatives who were traveling with me were in no mood to reminisce about old times. "

From Vice Chairman Babajide to Councilor Anatoly, everyone acquiesced in his rhetoric.

The International Federation of Wizards is here to solve the problem, and everything else should come later.

Fudge was not embarrassed at all, as if he had been prepared.

"That's right, Congressman Campbell, work should come first."

Walking into the minister's office, Dumbledore was the only one who was not frightened by the pile of documents filling half of the room.

"I'm very sorry that the delegates were made to laugh."

The number of files that have not been processed for 10 days is indeed so exaggerated.

I just don’t know if it’s intentional.

Fudge came to his desk and picked up a brown paper document bag.

"You can take a look at the general history of the case. I hope it will be helpful to the outcome of the trial on Saturday the day after tomorrow."

There wasn't much in it. After reading it, Babajide handed it to Campbell.

"Minister Fudge, didn't your Daily Prophet say that a mysterious force of justice took away the principal criminal and his accomplices? Why is there no record of them in it?"

"This is just a misunderstanding." Fudge lowered his head and sighed.

"I believe you all have heard of Rita Skeeter's reputation."

He shook his head helplessly, "That day was just after the operation in the Auror Office, and she passed as soon as she received the informant's message at night."

Campbell, who had not glanced at the document, raised his head and said, "That means there is no mysterious force of justice at all, and everything was just imagined out of thin air by her?"

"As you said, yes."

He frowned and glanced at Dumbledore intentionally or unintentionally.

The most powerful wizard in the world had no knowledge of the case and had long stated that he had not participated in the search and arrest.

Is the British Ministry of Magic really so efficient?

First put a big question mark, and then go to the interrogation room on the second floor for a walk.

The principal criminal's eyes were dull, and the accomplices were all listless.

It turned out that I was well prepared.

Babajide shook his head slightly at the other four members of the delegation.

He walked out of the office, first praised the efficiency of the British Ministry of Magic, and then stood in front of Fudge.

"Minister Fudge, I am personally very satisfied with how this matter was handled, but are you a little anxious about the court hearing the day after tomorrow?"

"Don't worry, we already have a complete chain of evidence, and we want to give the public an explanation as soon as possible."

Three years since I took office, I have never forgotten my original intention!

Umbridge, who was behind Fudge, took out a pink handkerchief and wiped the tears from her eyes.

Her whimpering little movements attracted the delegation.

Ms. Chen reluctantly went over to comfort her with a few words.

They knew what Fudge was hiding, but they didn't choose to reveal it on the spot.

"I want to go see the victims." Babajide smiled, "Minister Fudge, is there no problem?"

"certainly."

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After two difficult Potions lessons in a row.

Vincent came to the activity room and opened the newspaper.

The International Federation of Wizards delegation that arrived in the morning first visited the Ministry of Magic, and then went to visit the 17 victims of the Royal College of Psychiatrists.

The court will officially open the day after tomorrow, and it will be very efficient.

"Don't you feel angry?" Hermione, standing behind him, pointed to the photo of Fudge posing with the delegation in the newspaper.

"It was obviously you and Mr. Chavez who caught those witch scum. The Ministry of Magic is taking away your credit."

Vincent put down the newspaper and shrugged, "I'm glad you can fight for us.

But, we have to follow the rules. "

The International Federation of Wizards is here to put pressure and prevent something like this from happening again.

It doesn't matter who caught the witch scum. What matters is the attitude shown by the Ministry of Magic to the delegation.

A scandal breaking out at this juncture will only affect the rectification actions that may or may not exist in the future, and will not help the current situation at all.

Hermione sat across from him calmly, "I don't trust you to follow the rules."

Vincent's face darkened instantly, "Please, that's the Ministry of Magic.

And I'm the only nominee for British Wizengamot Youth Representative, at least on the surface, without any taint. "

"Just do something in private?"

"I'm just a 12-year-old wizard. How can I do something that requires the entire Ministry of Magic to do it?"

Hermione stood up with a chuckle, "I heard from Daphne that Uncle Restman has returned from Germany."

Gwent is currently in a good situation, so it stands to reason that it should stay abroad and continue to develop the market.

But when the competition is about to die, it seems that there is nothing to worry about anymore.

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