This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent returned to the room, turned on the light, and slowly moved a stool to sit at the head of the bed.

Sam's eyes were as big as light bulbs.

After untying the restraints on his mouth, he opened his mouth with an authentic American curse.

Then he couldn't say anything again.

Stared at by his murderous eyes, Vincent slowly shook his wand,

"Mr. Sam Chavez, when you came here, you shouldn't have reported to the British Ministry of Magic, right?"

Sam, who suddenly could speak, snorted coldly, "Wayne, Director Graves is making fun of me, if you know what's good for you, untie me quickly."

Vincent smacked his lips, "First of all, you have to be able to go back to the United States, right?

I have some connections with Minister Fudge, and I reported you for illegal entry. You must be imprisoned in Azkaban for at least ten days."

"Sour carrot--" Sam quickly closed his mouth.

Yin Fulin is at home, and I'm afraid I have to say goodbye with a smile after scolding her.

"Wayne~" He put on a flattering smile, "We are old friends, I know you won't do such a cruel thing."

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"What should I do then?" Vincent clenched his fists, "You are a wanted criminal!

If someone finds out that I am covering up for you, Mr. Graves will probably be standing in front of me the next second."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Doesn't Hogwarts have an anti-Apparition spell?"

"What if it's during the holidays!"

He pouted, "I'll run away immediately?"

"How can that be!" Vincent straightened up as if he was changing his face,

"If I am implicated by you and taken back for investigation again, won't your conscience hurt?"

The muscles on Sam's face were jumping wildly. (-_-) (-_-)

Act, continue to act.

"I can turn myself in then, right?"

"No!" Vincent covered his chest, "It doesn't matter if I'm caught, the key is my parents.

They don't know magic, if you get Legilimency or drink Veritaserum, you'll never sleep peacefully in your life!"

"I--" Sam was stunned for a moment,

"No, aren't these two strictly prohibited by the International Confederation of Wizards?"

"Minister Fudge may not dare, but his personal secretary definitely dares!"

"This--how about I turn myself in now?"

Vincent He leaned over with a dark face, "Think about it carefully. I heard that no one who can get out of Azkaban is not crazy."

"Gululu——" Sam swallowed his saliva, "Then what do you want me to do?"

"What should I do?" Vincent raised his mouth, "If I get caught, you will feel bad, right?"

"Yeah."

"If you turn yourself in, it will definitely implicate me, right?"

"Yeah."

"So, you have to teach me a simple little magic to run away."

"Hmm——Wait!" Sam reacted.

After laying the groundwork for so long and fooling around for so long, it turns out that they are planning to play tricks on him.

"Tell me what magic it is first."

"Apparition."

With this expression, if you don't agree, you will continue to play tricks on me, right?

"Is that all?"

"Of course it's more than that."

Sam glanced away disdainfully, "Can you be a little sincere when you ask for help?

After all, I am an excellent Auror of the Magic Congress and have won the Medal of Honor of the Congress."

Vincent straightened up and gently rubbed his sore little face, "I haven't asked you for food expenses yet.

You've become so miserable, and you still dare to buy things from my father? Do you have money on you?

Of course, I'm talking about pounds."

Sam's eyes became more and more guilty.

Good guy, buying on credit, right?

People can't...at least they shouldn't,

stare at someone and trick him to death, how can such a person become an Auror?

Sam doesn't deserve to be treated well!

Vincent, who understood this truth, felt no guilt in his heart, and even felt that he was doing justice for the heaven.

"No money? Then work for me to pay off my debts!"

It makes sense, but it's wrong everywhere.

There are only two choices.

Either live in humiliation or survive by luck after suffering devastation.

"Okay." Sam agreed reluctantly.

Vincent's little hand groped towards the bed, "Before signing the magic contract, I will keep your wand temporarily."

"Ah? You don't trust me?"

"If you cause trouble, you can just run away--" He picked up Sam's wand and shook it,

"Mr. Chavez, do you think I should be on guard?"

Sam was speechless.

Just now, I did think about removing the spell and running away, but that was just a thought.

The host turned the tables?

The incident on the yacht last year is still vivid in my mind.

And this is the Wayne family, the Wayne family who would shoot at the slightest disagreement.

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...

After dawn,

Dumbledore came to the Ministry of Magic again.

Of course, he was not here to report a wanted criminal, he was here to get Morfin's bail documents.

He went straight to the minister's office to explain his purpose, but Fudge shook his head sadly.

"Albus, Morfin Gaunt died the day before yesterday."

Dumbledore bowed his head and sighed.

He believed that no one would dare to do anything in Azkaban, but he regretted that he could not really help Morfin.

"Does Mr. Gaunt have any last words?"

"No, but I don't think he felt any pain when he left."

"Really..." Dumbledore calmed down and met Fudge's anxious eyes.

"Albus, is what happened in Japan true?"

"Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, it was indeed a blasting spell that controlled the power to the minimum."

If it was a normal blasting spell, there would be no debris left.

Sirius Black once used this spell to blow up the entire street corner, killing 12 Muggles on the spot.

Peter Pettigrew, who was directly hit by him, was blown to ashes all over. If there was not a finger left, no one would know that he died from the blasting spell.

No matter how unwilling Fudge was to believe it, he had to accept the fact that the Death Eaters appeared.

"Albus, he-why didn't those people take action immediately?"

"He was too weak, and the cost of attaching to a living person was very high."

Quirrell's miserable appearance now must have been extremely painful.

Alas-what a good student of Eagle Academy.

Dumbledore had explained almost everything, and seemed to want to say something before leaving.

"Albus, do you have anything else to say?"

"No, Cornelius."

The wizard card was exposed, and it was too late to say it now.

Fudge saw him off in person.

His expression and gesture gave him enough face, but unfortunately he couldn't impress Dumbledore.

After a ball of fire, Fudge returned to the office with a dark face.

Lucius donated a large sum of gold Galleons a few days ago, so the Death Eater thing might be true.

Voldemort's new recruit?

Impossible, it must be the fish that slipped through the net thirteen years ago!

He seemed to be comforting himself.

Dumbledore said that Voldemort is still weak now, and he may not be able to regain his strength in another thirteen years.

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