This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Returning to the dining table, Lucius found his wife and children waiting.

"Dad, did you get rid of that stinky beggar?"

"No, he came to give money to our family."

After briefly explaining what happened, Draco's eyes became more and more adoring.

Pies will not fall from the sky, and if one falls, two will fall.

You can make money while lying down, and you can also cause trouble for Gwent. No fool would refuse.

Narcissa was a little worried, "He didn't play word games on the contract, did he?"

"No, I've seen it all."

She picked up the contract and read it carefully four or five times. "Gwent must have brought a lot of pressure to them."

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend." Lucius picked up the knife and fork again.

"Our interests are aligned now, but this partnership won't last long."

Draco blinked his big eyes, "Dad, are you saying those stinky beggars will betray us?"

"There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests."

Lucius's knife blade moved downwards and cut into the golden toast on the exquisite dinner plate.

“When they can no longer provide us with benefits, that’s when they become enemies.”

In less than half a second, Draco immediately returned to the elegance and calmness that the Malfoy family should have.

"Dad, when our wizard cards spread all over the world of magic, Wayne's shabby Gwent cards won't even be able to be sold in a small island country like this."

"Things without value are just a pile of waste." Lucius slowly chewed small pieces of golden toast.

The sweetness is moderate, the outside is crispy, and the inside is still warm.

Gold Galleons are a good thing, and no wizard can have too much.

Not only can you buy alchemy tablecloths that can monitor the door, but you can also buy magic dinner plates that can stay warm and fresh for a long time.

Harvest the world?

A suitable scapegoat just happened to appear. He should deal more with the magical governments of other countries and donate some gold and galleons to a few charity funds...

"Narcissa, your skills have improved again."

Lucius was in a particularly good mood as he ate more and more delicious food.

Draco's admiration was at its peak.

How could a mere Vayne be his father's opponent?

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Gaoling Village.

Vincent, who had woken up early, was doing his daily exercise in the hotel backyard.

Yesterday I exercised quite a lot, but I didn’t have any symptoms of muscle soreness.

Once the wizard's body, which is far superior to that of a Muggle's, continues to be exercised, he did not expect such an exaggerated improvement.

Compared with Tyson, who became the world boxing champion at the age of twenty and could hit 800 pounds of force with one fist at his peak...

If you use buff magic and knock down a whole bottle of perfect enhancer, can you break a relatively hard skull with one punch?

Let’s test our current strength first.

Vincent, who came back from the room, hung up the sandbags and stood in front of him, clenching his right fist.

The hotel owner is a short middle-aged uncle. From the very beginning, he watched him exercise with interest while holding hot tea.

Is it possible that Wayne, who has become famous recently, can punch through a sandbag?

"Peng——" It really got through.

The uncle shook his hand and spilled half the cup of hot tea.

Generally speaking, it takes at least 500 pounds of force to punch through a sandbag.

Vincent's pierced size is smaller, weighing only two-thirds of its normal 50 kilograms.

Rounding it off, it’s barely 300 pounds.

"Well -" He squatted in front of the sandbag and thought for a while, then took out his wand and restored the sandbag.

Mithril robes can only protect against ordinary evil spells, so there is still a long way to go before becoming a melee mage.

However, it does look promising when used with bullets engraved with magic circuits.

He hung up the sandbag again and punched it through again with his left fist while the boss looked stunned.

As long as you have enough strength, this is something that can be easily done.

A thorough analysis of the finality of all curses, so that magic can no longer block bullets, and even Muggle children can kill wizards.

If it were engraved on the mushroom...

The sandbags were repaired and the sandbags were punctured.

Then repair, then punch through.

The boss is already numb.

He felt that with Vincent's power, he could compete with the snow monsters that occasionally appeared in Mount Fuji in winter and whose fur had anti-magic properties.

Hermione, who was yawning, happened to be passing by on the backyard corridor after washing up.

The corner of her mouth twitched a little, "Vincent, what are you doing?"

"Think about the problem and do some exercise." He hung up the sandbag.

"Wait!" Hermione trotted over.

The skin was broken, but I didn't even notice it.

Vincent was pulled up by the wrist, the wound almost touching his eye.

"I'm really impressed by you."

She pursed her lips and tapped the wound with her grapevine wand, "Healed as before——"

The scratched skin began to heal slowly.

"When did you learn the healing spell?"

"Not long ago." Hermione held up her other hand, "Don't you feel pain?"

Vincent saw the turtle healing quickly and wanted to say "let him come".

"I was just too absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't pay much attention."

She raised her little head and said, "Remember to be more careful next time. If you get a fracture, you will feel better."

It's not like I haven't tried it...

"I will." After the wound was completely healed, Vincent quickly moved his fingers.

"As expected of Miss Know-It-All, she looks just like she did when she wasn't injured!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and put her wand away.

"You know this even if I don't tell you, but don't be so confident that you don't take protective measures when conducting magic experiments."

There are countless wizards who died because of this in history, and there are also many who are very talented.

Her warning came very timely.

"Thank you, Hermione." Vincent was just struggling whether to start analyzing the End of All Curses.

If it succeeds, the consequences will be very serious.

As long as the button of the mushroom bomb is pressed once, no matter who it is, they will gradually lose themselves in this power.

The same is true for bullets that can penetrate magic.

A terrible future, a future so terrible that Muggle children can kill wizards.

No wonder Nico didn't study the End of All Curses, such a future is completely uncontrollable.

Just like the mushroom bomb, as long as it is invented and used publicly, countless wizards will start to study it.

This is a risk that even Dumbledore cannot take.

Seeing that he was worried, Hermione finally loosened her lips.

"I'm going to have breakfast now, do you want to join me?"

Vincent shook his head and turned around with her.

The innkeeper, who had drunk several cups of hot tea, was looking at the two of them with a smile.

Hermione lowered her head at the speed of light, "Mr. Yasuda, when have you been here?"

Vincent generously met his suggestive eyes, "I've always been here."

"Ah--um--really? Hahaha--"

Her laughter was particularly exaggerated, as if she was hiding something.

Yasuda put down the teacup and stood up, "Please wait a moment, I'll go prepare breakfast now."

When she could no longer hear his footsteps, Hermione dared to raise her head,

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"This is not something to be embarrassed about." Vincent shrugged indifferently,

"We are all just 12-year-old children."

Hermione wanted to say that she was actually 13 years old.

And he didn't look like 12 years old.

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