This Hogwarts isn't normal.

As December approaches, Vincent receives more and more transatlantic letters.

Devine has gone to France and, with the help of his aunt Vida, has exchanged two shops in the magic world's commercial area.

The Gwent brand store is in the center, and there is also a factory near the edge.

The company has been registered and is now recruiting personnel.

Across the Pacific Ocean, Kenny, who is about to graduate from the Yinervermorny School of Magic, also has letters.

He warmly invites the Wayne family to spend Christmas in Japan.

Subtext: Miss Jingu Rinone chartered a special plane, and quickly brought relatives and friends to eat at a rich restaurant.

Tokyo is not hot now, and Vincent really has no idea of ​​going there.

The most fun thing in Ginza is Kabukicho, but it's a pity that minors can't enter.

Forget about the hot springs, anyway, it's impossible to take a mixed bath.

But, but,

Sam, a senior Auror of the Magic Congress, has been sending a letter almost every day recently.

Spring is coming, and it's time for Furakan to come out to cool down again.

The people of America are in dire straits, how can the recipient of the Medal of Honor of the Magic Congress remain indifferent!

It is too tiring to Apparate across continents, so why not deliver the goods to an island country in the Pacific?

"Merlin, I have no other ideas at all-"

After writing two replies, Vincent handed them to Gugu, who was obviously thinner beside him.

"Gugu!"

"Good boy, you have been to the English Channel. A little higher is the Atlantic Ocean, and a little higher is the Pacific Ocean."

Gugu's little body leaned forward and pecked on the back of his hand.

"Uh--I'll bring you some snacks on the way?"

"Gugu! Gugugugu! Gugugugugu..."

It seemed to be reporting the types.

"Stop, isn't this too much?"

"Gugu!"

"Okay, okay, I'll prepare it later."

Holding a long list, Vincent found Fred to borrow the Marauder's Map and slipped to the third floor under Snape's nose.

As the saying goes, all roads lead to Rome.

Neither holy, nor Roman, nor the Empire...

Ahem - the secret passage leading to Hogsmeade is of course not just the one on the fourth floor that has been blocked.

He stood in front of a hunchbacked one-eyed witch statue, pulled out his wand and tapped it and whispered a spell,

"Left and right separated -"

The hunchback of the witch statue opened, revealing a stone slide.

Compared with the Chamber of Secrets, this place is obviously wider.

The slide does not go straight to the ground, but diagonally forward.

About 10 minutes later, Vincent came to the bottom of a stone staircase.

The wand tapped his legs lightly, and it became ten centimeters longer and then pointed to the gray-gold hair.

A head of greasy black hair was close to his face.

The school robe turned into a dark cloak, which covered the upper half of the head.

Although there were some differences in the details, this outfit alone was enough.

Vincent Snape Cent walked up more than two hundred stone steps, opened the trap door above his head, and came to a cellar that looked like a warehouse.

He walked through the stacked bags of small candies of various shapes and quietly came to the Honeydukes shop above.

Today was not the weekend, and the shop owners, Mr. and Mrs. Frum, were cleaning.

Quietly appeared, quietly disappeared.

Walking on the streets of Hogsmeade, Vincent realized that it had snowed.

Hogwarts has a constant temperature magic all year round, and you can only wear school robes all year round.

Except for the dungeon.

According to convention, he should go to the herbalist to clean up the venom discharged from the big cuties.

It's all Snape's fault. Now he can only find black market merchants.

The channels recommended by the Rosier family should be reliable.

There is a very inconspicuous cave next to the stream outside the village.

It is gloomy and damp, just like a bat cave.

The alder wand tapped the stone wall outside.

The Ministry of Magic detected traces, and no one knew who would be sent to here.

"Hurry up and show yourself--"

The originally dark cave lit up with a few faint candlelights.

"Welcome--" The voice came from the deepest part.

Vincent walked in with a cold look.

A fat wizard appeared in front of him.

He wore rings on all ten fingers of his hand, and each one was inlaid with a different gem.

"Dear guest, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Will you accept anything?"

The cunning on the wizard's face flashed, "As long as it is valuable, I will give a suitable price."

"How much is this worth?" Vincent took out an ounce of Acromanthus venom.

"Um--40 Galleons."

The herbalist's shop has 80 Galleons, and here it is directly cut in half.

His voice was flat, "I have 100 ounces, how much is it worth?"

The fat wizard was slightly surprised, squinting his eyes and carefully looking at it for a moment.

A tall man in black, greasy black hair, and an extremely impatient and indifferent attitude.

"Let me guess, you should be an employee of Hogwarts."

"How much is it worth?"

"6600 Galleons."

Vincent threw a small cloth bag with a traceless extension spell.

"Da--" The fat wizard grabbed it steadily in his hand, and then opened it to confirm the quantity.

The capacity of the bag alone is not small, worthy of a headmaster-level figure.

His eyes became brighter and brighter, "Dear guest, where are they from--"

"No problem."

He poured out 7 money bags from a ring, "The extra 400 galleons are a little thought from me, Ebenezer Burke."

Vincent frowned under the cloak and took the money bag.

Boke is one of the twenty-eight sacred families.

Although their family currently runs a shop specializing in dark magic items in Knockturn Alley, it is rare that any of their members have joined the Death Eaters.

If I remember correctly, there were two owners of the Bojinbok store.

One was Caractacus Bork, commonly known as Mr. Borgin.

The person introduced by the Rozier family is probably another Mr. Bock who has not appeared for many years.

I am afraid that by revealing my true identity at this time, I don't want to get something from him.

Instead of counting the amounts in the seven money bags, he looked at each other with interest.

Each of the rings worn on the ten fingers is a magic item.

The ones with the aura of black magic are the two on the left and right index fingers;

There are three that are obviously alchemical items;

There is one mithril material;

There is one who casts the Traceless Stretching Charm;

The effect of the remaining two is unknown, and they are probably used for defense or offense.

"Dear guest, do you have any questions?"

Vincent said nothing, and Ebenezer could only see half of his face under the cloak.

"Okay, I won't give in." He took out a stack of shiny cards from the ring.

"I wonder if you are interested in this?"

The gold and silver material, and the broken diamonds that reflect all kinds of light, can only be the most popular item in the black market recently, the wizard card from the Black Swan Wizard Card House.

Ebenezer grinned widely, "Dear guest, you should know what the recent skyrocketing price means, right?"

"I don't know." Vincent sneered and turned around.

The Mr. Bock in front of me is really cautious.

If you were an ordinary wizard, you might just use the 7,000 galleons to buy a few wizard cards.

But as the dean of Slytherin, there was no interest or need at all.

Once it is confirmed that it is not the person he is, he will definitely be punished.

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