This Hogwarts is not normal

Dumbledore's arrival made Perenal prepare a very sumptuous lunch.

Bear the brunt of the beef stew in red wine.

Just seeing the rough glass bottle just now, Vincent immediately got goosebumps all over his body.

"It's made from the grapes I planted when I was young." Nico said and looked at Perenal.

They both looked at each other and smiled as if remembering something.

"Hi-Professor, I feel a bit full."

Dumbledore patted his stomach sympathetically, "How about we go back now?"

Nico cut off a small piece of duck confit with a knife, "This is really a pity."

Perenal opened his mouth slightly under two pairs of blue eyes.

This scene had a great impact on Vincent.

Once upon a time, he also had a girlfriend.

12 years have passed, I'm afraid they are all married.

Napkin in hand, he twirls a chip.

Shet, even this stuff is sweet.

"Nico, there are still guests here."

"Albus doesn't mind, as for Vincent—"

Vincent was drinking a big bowl of Bouillabaisse with his head up.

Although the posture is not very elegant, there is still no sound at the very least.

"I have fish soup at the corner of my mouth?" He put down the bowl and looked at the three of them in confusion.

"No." Dumbledore suddenly remembered a terminal illness.

It is said that two freshmen have suffered from this serious illness this year, and they seem to be Gryffindor students.

The source of the rumor should be a pair of red-haired twins.

To beat magic with magic, embarrassment needs embarrassment.

He didn't know if Nico and Perenal were embarrassed, but he only knew that his appetite was much better now.

The slightly less elegant Vincent dined quickly.

While the three of them dined on Provençal chowder and Caen-style tripe, he picked up a small spoon and ate creme brulee.

Dumbledore watched eagerly as the macarons were decreasing one by one.

In the eyes of sweet tooth lovers, this kind of eating one bite is simply wasteful.

Vincent raised his head as if feeling something, and pushed the macarons on the whole table forward.

12 in total, 7 left now.

He snapped off his fingers rather amusingly, got up and took another one under Dumbledore's gaze.

It's not easy to divide three people into seven, so you will suffer a little bit.

Both Nico and Perenal were crazily holding back their laughter.

No wizard doesn't know that Dumbledore has a sweet tooth.

But Vincent put it in his mouth as if he didn't know it, and leaned back in the chair with a full face of enjoyment.

His confident and calm eyes made all three of them shake their heads.

There is a price to be paid for calculating others.

"I'm going to eat~"

Vincent winked mischievously at Dumbledore.

Both Nico and Perenal continued to enjoy their lunch with smiles on their faces.

This is a little wizard who has a vengeance.

Dumbledore was depressed for a while, and soon raised the corners of his mouth as if remembering something happy.

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top floor.

Vincent in a good mood is admiring the scenery outside the window.

He remembered the home of the twins and Cedric, also in Devon.

I don't know if it's because of the distance or the magic, but no matter how you look outside, it's just a wilderness.

"What are you thinking?" Nico came to him after finishing his meal.

"Master, I'm looking for Weasley and Digory's family."

"Over there, by the bank of the river."

With the help of an alchemy telescope that can ignore the bushes, Vincent was finally able to clearly see many very retro buildings.

The most conspicuous one is a crooked four-storey small house some distance from the rear buildings.

"This is San Catchpole Village, a fairly large wizarding village."

He adjusted the multiples of the telescope and saw a strange building on a mountain in the distance.

The Weasleys looked ramshackle, but they were normal houses anyway.

The one on the mountain looks like a black chess piece.

"Teacher, aren't they afraid of being discovered?"

Nico knew what he was referring to.

"This is the home of Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood, editor-in-chief of The Quibbler."

Vincent, who had the honor to read this magazine, looked down at the metal exterior wall of the building.

This building, which you can't see without an invitation, is the strangest building in all of Devon.

"Sir, Mr. Lovegood's magazine is actually quite interesting.

Just like the Bermuda Triangle and Atlantis in the Muggle world, things full of mystery are the most desirable. "

Whether it is eye-catching or real.

Being able to publish it with reason and evidence is enough to prove that fantasies with big brain holes are equally popular in the magic world.

When Vincent looked away from Lovegood's house, a window opened in the middle of the "black chess piece".

A blond girl in a white dress who looked about ten years old was looking around with her silver eyes.

She suddenly fixed her gaze, and slightly opened her eyes with doubts.

"Teacher, I think this place has been exposed."

"This is impossible. Only you and Dumbledore in the entire British Isles have received my invitation."

Nicole's swearing made Vincent suspicious.

He looked through the binoculars again, and found that the little girl's eyes were still fixed on this side.

Raise the magnification again, those big silver eyes that protrude clearly are staring at him through the telescope.

"Let's take a look first."

Nico took out a pair of flat glasses and looked over.

The little girl began to look around again as if she had lost her goal.

"Maybe it's just your illusion."

Vincent set up the binoculars again.

Those big silver eyes stared at him quickly.

She tilted her head, as if thinking about something.

"Did you see it now?"

Nicole looked him up and down strangely.

"It's a very rare magical gift, a gift for finding magical things."

"Okay." Vincent put away the binoculars, "Then will she find this place?"

"No, this kind of talent can only be vaguely sensed, and there is no way to know specific information."

"Do you know her name?"

"Of course, Luna Lovegood."

He made a note of the name.

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Lovegood House.

Luna looked out the window for a long time, but couldn't find anything special.

She closed the window rather disappointedly, stepped out of the room on the light blue carpet.

She descended the spiral iron staircase and stopped in front of a wooden door.

"Dad, I seem to have discovered something magical just now."

Her voice was in a trance, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

The room was a bit like a maze, with piles of books and papers on each side.

The ceiling is dotted with delicate miniature models of creatures flapping their wings or snapping off other jaws.

"Really? What's that?"

Xenophilius, who stood up from the pile of books, was a strange man with long white hair like cotton candy.

"I think it's a person, a very amazing person."

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