This Hogwarts isn't normal.

As a qualified politician, Cornelius Fudge will not rest assured unless he is absolutely sure of something.

In his opinion, by awarding a group of young wizards with the Order of Merlin, even if they are used by "bad guys" in the future, they still have a bargaining chip to add magic to Muggle weapons.

evidence?

The Ministry of Magic controls the mouthpiece of public opinion, and it doesn't matter what it says.

Fudge sincerely hoped that the six children would not waste their investment in the future by being ignorant.

"Boys, the Wizengamot review is a little slow.

I will try to fix it as soon as possible before the end of the school year. "

Vincent looked at this big bad wolf-like face and knew that he had been plotted again.

He looked at Dumbledore who lowered his eyes, smiled and thanked Fudge with his friends.

The chief magician of the Wizengamot is here, and no amount of fabricated evidence will help.

Get this boss off?

If something like this really happened, Vincent would have no choice but to admit defeat.

"Minerva, do it for me—"

"No,

Albus. Fudge was in a good mood, "We all know the way." "

After the three people from the Ministry of Magic left, Dumbledore turned to look at the six little ones.

"Kids, it's almost early morning."

He glanced at the twins who were winking just now, "I hope the castle will be quieter tonight."

"Professor, we haven't finished our dinner yet~"

"For one night only."

The twins ran out of the principal's office happily.

Cedric and Rolf bid farewell politely before following them out.

Hermione followed wisely.

Vincent is also very knowledgeable.

Under the watchful eyes of the principal and deputy principal, he solemnly explained a version that was basically the same as before.

"Can we keep the Marauder's Map?"

Mag couldn't bear these pitiful big eyes.

Dumbledore nodded, "It cannot be used for pranks."

"Definitely!" Vincent picked up a candy, "I will supervise them carefully to ensure that the map will not be abused!"

He left with smoke in his ears and satisfied.

"Minerva, I need you to do something for me."

Mag agreed understandingly, "I will teach Vincent well."

"Magic, fighting, firearms..." Dumbledore murmured quietly, as if he was reminiscing about some long-lost past events.

He has made mistakes, many of which he regrets to this day.

Mag quietly closed the door and left.

She knew a little, but not everything.

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Hogwarts kitchen.

The two most delicious little badgers in the room were in charge of cooking tonight.

Cedric's cuisine is very traditional, while Rove's is a little more adventurous.

Pork chops shaped like fire dragons are served in layers,

The moment the hot oil falls on it, it changes beyond recognition.

got fat,

The color has also become darker.

As for the taste, it's barely edible.

Fred sprinkled a handful of salt on the pork chop, "Why not cut it into dragon-like shapes after it's done?"

Rolf politely declined the pepper offered by George.

"I originally planned to use hot oil instead of the colorful scales of the Australian opal eye. If I had known better, I would have cut the meat a little thicker."

If it is Bairado hot oil, the effect will be amazing.

This kind of imagination can be regarded as giving Vincent some insights.

So he took a bite of Cedric's sandwich first.

"Do you think the old bat will still be able to smile tomorrow?"

"I bet he'll be wiping tears in the Batcave."

"Thank you Boss George for your generosity." Vincent picked up a gold Galleons that had just been placed on the table.

In order to encourage all teachers and students, each of the six children received 100 college points.

Gryffindor ranked first with 869 points;

Hufflepuff follows closely with 433 points;

Ravenclaw's score of 426 is pretty close;

Slytherin was in double digits and only had 25 points.

A gap of more than thirty times, not counting the extra points for Quidditch and essays.

"It was really scary just now." Until now, Cedric hoped that what happened tonight was just a nightmare.

"Who says it isn't?" Luo Fei turned his attention to Vincent who was dining.

"I still don't understand how you dared to attack him three times."

"Voldemort?"

Vincent forked up a large piece of pork chop from the "Fire Dragon" wing part.

"At first I just thought that without his wand, he would just stare like many wizards.

Before Professor Dumbledore showed up, I always regretted not cutting the neck. "

"Neck..." Hermione suddenly looked over.

"Godric Gryffindor is a duelist who likes to chop off his enemies' heads with his sword."

The twins nodded subconsciously.

"Mate, you sure acted like a Gryffindor tonight."

The table knife held by Vincent cut off a small piece of pork chop very neatly.

"He just underestimated me, a first-year wizard.

And he was afraid of Professor Dumbledore the whole time. If that evil black magic had been used from the beginning, we might have become ghosts in the school. "

Under various coincidental factors,

They are indeed lucky.

It just so happened that none of Wayne’s slow-moving goods had circuit boards;

Three things that happen to be sent over can make a huge difference;

Just before resisting the killing curse, he had already chopped off a silver shield with strong defense with his sword.

There were too many coincidences.

That little joke with the effect of a self-contained elixir made them all fall into deep thought.

It was obviously unreasonable to classify it as luck, but Vincent undoubtedly seemed to have never missed a thing, and his actions seemed to be quite beneficial for the future.

"Brain occlusion..." Rove, who had had some contact with him, saw that the person was eating deliciously, and began to recall every detail since they met.

On the surface, he and Cedric were curious, but if you think about it carefully, it seems that it is not that simple.

"You said that you can guess what Gugu is saying just by feeling?"

"Yes." Vincent closed his eyes and cut the pork chops into pieces by feeling.

"Like this, I can do it with my eyes closed."

"Tsk tsk tsk--" George smacked his lips, "Dude, does that mean you can play Quidditch with your eyes closed?"

Vincent did not answer, but just forked a small piece of pork chop into his mouth and chewed it.

Everyone seemed to have something stuck in their throats, and their expressions were more uncomfortable than each other.

"Are you being modest?"

"No, I'm very proud."

The twins looked at each other and suddenly came to his left and right sides.

"President Wayne!"

"What for?" Vincent was almost choked.

"Before the club is established, do we have to determine the positions?"

At present, only Percy, the vice president, has been determined.

"Publicity committee member?" He asked tentatively.

With Fred and George's communication skills, one sentence might cover the entire Hogwarts Castle.

"Cedric..." Vincent looked him up and down and his scalp tingled.

"Image ambassador?"

"Ahem——" Rolf straightened his back.

"Planning specialist?"

When it was Hermione's turn, he didn't even have to think about it, "Logistics director."

This position is very important, even more important than the president to a certain extent.

After Vincent's persuasion, she finally agreed.

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