This Hogwarts isn't normal.

There is a Muggle folk story circulating in Eastern Europe.

In the forests, lakes, mountains and cloud forests, there lives a kind of female elves who can transform.

They can transform into animals such as swans, horses, eagles, snakes or wolves, but the most common image is often young and beautiful human women.

They wear tulle and dance under the moon on midsummer nights.

Where they once danced, "fairy rings" will grow, which are circular flora composed of mushrooms and flowers.

Young men passing by will be crazy about them, forget everything in the world, and stop eating, drinking and sleeping.

If he unfortunately joins the dance, he can only dance non-stop until he dies of exhaustion.

If you accidentally step into the fairy ring, bad luck and disease will follow him for the rest of his life.

Muggles never think that they are real.

Even if you see an animal transform into a human with your own eyes, you will think it is an illusion caused by smelling some hallucinogenic mushroom spores.

And wizards not only know, but can even communicate to a certain extent.

They are the "Velebit elves" in Croatian folklore, and they were originally classified as "human" by the Ministry of Magic.

Although they are now classified as "beasts", most wizards are still willing to regard them as "human" because other members of the elves, such as water nymphs and nymphs, are extremely similar to humans.

Such a humanoid creature with powerful magical abilities and young and beautiful appearance will certainly interest wizards.

After years of research, they found that the magic of veela actually comes from hair.

If the hair is irreversibly damaged, they will lose their magical power and beautiful appearance.

When talking about reproduction, Rita coughed violently several times.

"Well, they usually choose to charm a Muggle male, and return to their habitat after conception to wait for the baby to be born."

Seeing that Vincent did not blush or his heartbeat speeded up, she dared to continue.

Any baby born with a Muggle is a pure-blooded veela, while babies born with other magical races such as wizards, fairies, and even giants are mixed-blooded veela.

Because of the harsh habitat conditions, purebreds will easily die during pregnancy.

But if it is a hybrid that inherits the magical abilities of both sides, it will have a relatively higher survival rate.

Rita, who was talking dryly, opened a bottle of red wine, "Miss Delacour's grandmother was a purebred Veela, so she inherited a quarter of Veela blood."

She poured a glass for each of the four Wayne family members,

"Although this race has no ill will towards humans, and often treats people, predicts, etc., but their temper is not ordinary."

Rita pushed the glass in front of Vincent first, "They can't accept any form of deception.

Especially those who don't keep their promises, they are often punished most severely by them."

Eric glanced over, and saw Yin Fulin's meaningful smile in the middle of the way, so he quickly retracted his eyes. ♦♦  ඏ☆

Vincent picked up the red wine glass and shook it gently, but he didn't seem to have the intention to drink it.

"I know them. I saw the introduction in Mr. Scamander's book."

The charm magic of the veela can only work on people who don't have a deep understanding of love, but have already been interested in the opposite sex.

In other words, those who can be charmed by them are usually young boys who are just beginning to fall in love, or bachelors who have never had a crush on someone.

Rita looked at him mysteriously and took a sip of red wine.

"Mr. Wayne, you should be the only exception who meets the conditions of charm magic but is not affected."

"No, of course I'm not." Vincent put the red wine glass in front of her,

"You know very well that besides me, there is another wizard who meets the conditions and will not be affected by charm magic.

And his name is-"

"Cough cough cough..." Rita was choked and coughed violently.

The wine splashed on the white tablecloth, showing her particularly uneasy mood.

Yes, until now she couldn't believe that Voldemort was still alive.

But he didn't comfort himself in his heart like most wizards in Britain, saying that he had died a long time ago.

It sounds contradictory, but it's much better than Fudge pretending to be an ostrich.

I don't expect to be completely believed, as long as I don't help to conceal it at the critical moment.

Rita understood the deep meaning in Vincent's eyes.

She quickly regained her composure, untied the silk scarf around her neck and wiped the corners of her mouth.

"There's nothing much to say about the love story of the Delacour family. It's nothing more than some old-fashioned and rotten plots."

She stood up and apologized to the Wayne family, "I have to leave. There are still many interviews waiting for me on the scene."

She walked away quite freely, and there was no panic just now.

When she passed by Fleur and Sandrine, she smiled meaningfully.

"Gugu--" Gugu, who tasted the red wine, quickly ate the lamb leg that Vincent had just cut.

It pushed the red wine glass away with its little paws with disgust, so that it could enjoy the food more conveniently.

"I'm not full yet." Vincent ignored its cute eyes.

10 minutes later, the Wayne family finished their meal and started a new round of socializing.

They met many foreign friends, but they were also tired and sore all over.

The Wayne couple was fine, most of the time they just played the background.

As the absolute protagonist, Vincent suffered.

The banquet held by Fudge was even more exaggerated than the Order of Merlin last year. Almost all the magic governments of various countries sent representatives to attend.

His connections were obvious, but it didn't seem like he was trying to cover up anything.

With countless doubts, Vincent found Dumbledore, who was bragging and chatting with old man Newt, on the pretext of going to the bathroom.

The topics of the two centenarians were all about the past, such as who did what big thing in what year.

His joining immediately made the atmosphere "lively".

"Professor, do you know--"

"Shh--" Dumbledore motioned him to sit down first,

"Our new youth representative seems to have a lot of questions."

Vincent had a cold face, clearly not buying it.

Dumbledore spread his hands helplessly to Newt,

"I don't know much, but what I can be sure of is that Sirius Black's goal has not changed."

He targeted the Weisley family who were traveling in Egypt, and then played a trick on the Ministry of Magic through the peephole that Ron gave Harry.

After being slapped in the face so many times, Fudge certainly wouldn't let him get his wish.

Look, the Ministry of Magic not only did not make a fuss, but even held a grand banquet.

From passive to active, the mind is not simple.

But if Sirius is angered, Harry's situation will become more dangerous.

"Professor, you are still in the mood to reminisce about the past with Mr. Scamander, are you ready?"

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Dumbledore smiled and said nothing.

Ginger is indeed still spicy with age.

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