This Hogwarts isn't normal.

During lunch, Hermione always looked at Vincent intentionally or unintentionally.

The castle and part of the land of Beauxbatons were funded by Nico and Perenelle when they were young.

The magnificent fountain on campus was also named after them.

He holds 7 seats on the board of directors of Hogwarts, making him a proper chairman of the board.

There are only three magic schools in Europe, and two of them have very close ties with him.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that the gap was infinitely widening. After finishing her lunch, she found Vincent.

"I want to learn silent spells and wandless spells!"

Vincent, who almost dropped the cake, shook his head stiffly.

Hypnosis may speed up silent spells, but without experiencing a real near-death state, it is impossible to use wandless spells in advance at a critical moment.

Magic is idealistic, and the soul, body and spirit are all indispensable.

Hermione has not reached the threshold for these three things, and she can't learn them even if she is taught.

"What about the Patronus Charm?" she asked cautiously.

"If this doesn't work either--"

"Yes." Vincent thought of when she first entered school.

Although her remaining pride was being shattered again and again, she could always muster up the courage to ask him for help.

"Can I come too?" Daphne, who had calmed down, had the same stubbornness on her face.

"Of course."

Although it would be very stressful to be friends with such a person, this pressure would eventually turn into a driving force for progress.

There was only one History of Magic class in the afternoon.

As usual, I skipped it.

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Knockturn Alley.

Compared with the adjacent and prosperous Diagon Alley, this place is like a dark and gloomy alley.

All the wizards who appeared here covered their faces tightly, and the few who showed their faces were all recognized dangerous people.

The night demon Shein Patel, who walked in the dark and used magic to tease other people's souls, could barely be regarded as a middle-class person.

Disorder and chaos are synonymous with Knockturn Alley, where laws and morals are not applicable.

Whoever has no bottom line can live more comfortably.

After careful disguise, Mrs. Zabini stopped in front of a bar decorated with bones and a sign that seemed to be written in blood.

The name was "Half Girl", and the open front door was covered with smooth light-colored leather.

She slightly tightened her tattered cloak covered with dust.

The long hem wrapped around two slender legs, dragging a vague black trail on the ground.

"Welcome, guest." The bar owner was a weird old man with only a few hairs and only two teeth left.

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In addition to the weird-shaped bottles, there were many skulls of various shapes in the wine cabinet behind him.

Some of them were obviously human.

"Do you know any news about the Night Demon?" Mrs. Zabini's voice was quite hoarse, and it was impossible to tell the gender at all.

"Not yet." The owner put away a gold galleon she had placed on the bar.

"Any news about the Wayne family?"

"10 Galleons."

Mrs. Zabini put down a handful of them directly, "I want to know everything!"

A few minutes later, she walked out of the bar.

The expression under the cloak was extremely gloomy.

The new manager of the main store of Gwent in Diagon Alley actually lives in the Wayne family.

The previous manager was an unfathomable vampire, but the current one is a bad-tempered ruthless character.

The regulars of the Half Girl Bar had a bet after drinking not long ago:

Whoever can take an emerald card from the Black Swan Wizard Card House can be the first to enjoy the next batch of "goods".

She doesn't care what the "goods" are, she cares that no wizard succeeds, and then the target is transferred to the color cards of Gwent.

The new manager doesn't look very smart, but any spell he casts is very powerful.

Can the Stunning Spell break 6 ribs?

Can the Disarming Spell break the entire arm bone?

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Diseases can't be visited, and those who are seriously injured haven't shown up recently.

It is not difficult to deal with such a ruthless person, but how to avoid being discovered by the Ministry of Magic is difficult.

Invite a real dark wizard?

If something unexpected happens, she will definitely not be able to escape.

Then there is only one target left.

Business trip to the Middle East, right? They kidnapped people and goods!

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Southwest Asia, near the southeastern border of Turkey.

In this endless desert, five yellow off-road vehicles drove in one after another.

Judging from the rough welding marks, they all have thick steel plates installed.

"h?zl? park yeri (stop)!" A shrill shout came from the loudspeaker outside the watchtower of the border checkpoint.

Four soldiers set up their rifles, as if they were ready to shoot at any time.

The front off-road vehicle stopped, and the ones behind did the same.

"inmek (get out of the car)!"

A sturdy officer wearing sunglasses stuck his head out of the watchtower.

The doors of the five cars opened, and 20 sturdy men who were even bigger and also wearing sunglasses got out.

The officer above frowned.

He was a white man, and he was professionally trained.

He raised the wired microphone again and spoke in a gentler tone in unfluent English:

"Which country are you from and where are you going?"

The man in the back seat of the first SUV took off his sunglasses, raised his hands and walked in front.

"We are from the UK and we came here to do some small business."

"UK? United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland?"

"Yes."

The officer looked at the burly blond man below in confusion.

Based on the depth of the tire tracks, even if the car is equipped with steel plates, the weight of the product is estimated to be not light.

"Do you have access documents?"

"certainly."

A soldier went down and brought up the documents.

The signature and seal belong to a general and are valid until July this year.

He glanced at the name column and said, "Mr. Wayne, you can leave now."

Just across the border is Yinlak.

To be able to come to this kind of place, and there is a general who acquiesces.

Although he knew what the products were, a mere petty officer didn't have the guts to search them.

Signaling the soldier to put down his gun, he then personally sent the documents back.

"Thank you." Eric put on his sunglasses, smiled and turned back to the car.

Five off-road vehicles passed the checkpoint one after another.

Before sunset they left the desert and came to the plains.

They were all well-trained ex-Special Forces members and quickly found a suitable mountain location to spend the night.

Set up a campfire and open the cans.

Eric missed yesterday's Turkish kebab meal very much.

"Captain, the oatmeal is ready!"

He finished the can in a few moments, then filled the empty can with cereal.

The conditions were a bit difficult, but we were finally able to get through without any hindrance.

Türkiye's economy has been in bad shape in recent years, and domestic workers have gone on strike one after another.

The mafia became more and more blatant, and the military intervened in politics on the pretext of preventing organized crime.

If this continues, inflation will definitely occur.

As for finance...

Forget it, let’s just sell some small commodities honestly.

Under a dozen pairs of expectant eyes, Eric drank the cereal in one gulp.

He smacked his lips and said, "Hunter, you are too seasoned!"

"That's impossible." Hunter poured a ladle into the pot.

Salty and sweet, it numbs the tongue.

"Commander, how about I add more water?"

The remaining ones who hadn't tasted the cereal looked at him particularly unkindly.

Hunter opened a bottle of mineral water and said, "What do you lazy guys look like?

No matter how bad I cook it, it's still better than what Melvin cooked in Bulgaria last week! "

His eyes shifted to a tall man named Melvin.

He raised an international hand gesture towards Hunter, "You idiot, got your brain kicked by a donkey? It's obviously you who slapped your chest to ensure that you can cook this damn thing!"

Hunter politely returned the same gesture, "At least I can eat it, unlike you who boiled the lake!"

Eric shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The first few business transactions have been too smooth, and it seems that we need to find some serious trouble.

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