This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Tash opened his toothless mouth,

“Every time I hear their screams, I feel unprecedented satisfaction.

Looking for a sense of superiority in Muggles who are unable to resist, such pitiful and hateful people are not worthy of sympathy.

Sam knocked him unconscious with a fist, "Damn poor guy!"

There should be many similar wretches on the list.

You need talent but not talent, you need ability but not ability.

But when such people gather together, they can form one of the countless dark sides of the magic world.

Vincent picked up the sandwich that his mother Yin Fulin had prepared and placed on the table.

He tossed one to Sam,

"The Ministry of Magic will definitely downplay the issue and they will have to pay the price."

Sam took a big bite and said, "Wayne, who do you think I am?

It's just about fifty pieces of trash. At worst, I'll run away and go back to North America. "

The list Tash gave was very detailed, including names, addresses, and family members.

The gentlemen are not up there, the regulars all live in Knockturn Alley and Spider End Alley.

"Let's go." Vincent drank the polyjuice potion.

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evening,

Dumbledore returns to Hogwarts Castle.

Nagini and Surya have decided to settle in the UK, and Aberforth and she will be busy moving them in the next few days.

Walking into the principal's office, he found that the atmosphere was particularly strange. ♦♗ ♦♦

Armando and Phineas actually didn't quarrel, and the other former principals didn't gossip about where he went today.

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"Huh?" The pensieve originally placed on the shelf was moved to the table.

The professors did not dare to enter and leave the principal's office at will, but only one student dared to do so unscrupulously.

Dumbledore frowned and looked at the hazy picture.

He stuck his head in and read the memory completely.

It lasted for more than half an hour, and the scene finally stopped at the moment when the cell door was destroyed.

What the memory owner wants to do is to let those witch scum get the punishment they deserve.

For the sake of stability, the current Ministry of Magic will not escalate the matter to the Wizengamot Tribunal.

"Albus, they all deserve to die." Principal Black was extremely calm.

Dumbledore nodded and disappeared in the flames created by Fawkes.

Knockturn alley.

The bar is still there, and so is the witch scum that was hung inside.

There were a lot more people, almost 40 in total.

Following the traces of his latest Apparition, he came to Spider End Lane, a suburban street in Cokeworth.

It was dirtier and messier than Knockturn Alley, and there was a pungent musty smell everywhere.

"Peng——" An old brick building in the distance was blown into flames.

A wizard appeared on the nearby roof, holding an unconscious short, fat witch in his right hand.

The wand in his left hand was the ebony one he remembered, and it looked exactly the same.

Dumbledore watched quietly as he used the blasting spell again.

This time it was much more powerful than before, and the entire burning brick building instantly turned to ashes.

Full of destructive emotions, like a dark wizard would.

If several innocent family members in the house had not escaped from the fire, Dumbledore might have prevented him from leaving with another Apparition.

They came back not long after.

Among the wizards who came out of the house to observe the situation, many of them should be the targets of the two.

One is responsible for attracting magic spells from all directions, and the other is responsible for quietly knocking people out and taking them away.

Dumbledore arrived just in time to witness the entire process from start to finish.

When the wounded two disappeared again, the wizards living in Spider End Alley were basically lying on the ground.

Judging from their behavior, the 16 wizards who were taken away were probably regulars of that bar.

Dumbledore walked inside as if he didn't exist, and stopped in front of a brick house with half of the wall knocked out.

There is a line of small characters written under the house number of No. 19 at the main entrance:

Spinner's End

After repairing the wall, he returned to Knockturn Alley.

A total of 53 witch scum were hung, and the collected wands were still burning.

Dumbledore looked behind him.

Knockturn Alley is exceptionally calm, and there is no billowing black smoke coming from anywhere. Everyone here must have been brought here quietly.

He managed two places in a whole afternoon, even if there was an Auror from the Magic Congress, it was beyond his expectation.

I thought I was here to help, but I didn't expect that I was here to deal with the aftermath.

Dumbledore walked into the bar and looked calmly at the two men who were treating the strong men.

"Bah-" Vincent was so frightened that his hands shook, and half a bottle of white moss fell on his shoulder.

White smoke kept coming out, and the healed wounds turned red.

"Professor, couldn't you knock on the door before you came in?"

It looks the same as usual, but it's just a disguise.

"Oh - it's my fault." Dumbledore stepped back, and the hand he just raised suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The memory of the Pensieve was not looked at closely, but the open door turned out to be covered with a complete human skin.

The anger in his eyes disappeared instantly,

"Vincent, Mr. Chavez, anger doesn't solve anything."

"Professor, we have to do something."

Sam's expression was equally stubborn.

The reason why he decided to fight violence with violence was because he was disappointed with the magic world.

Dumbledore knelt down in front of Vincent and pointed his elder wand at his bruised left arm.

“Yesterday they hurt innocent people, and today you hurt innocent people.

This will further worsen relations between wizards and Muggles, even if they don't already exist. "

Vincent looked up at the hung witch scum,

"Professor, those are the silent perpetrators."

The elder wand trembled briefly.

"I don't want to comfort myself, I don't want to see something like this happen again."

Dumbledore looked into his equally blue eyes, "You are far more mature than I was at that time, Vincent."

"Professor, I didn't mean to scold you."

"I'm not stingy enough yet."

Sam, who sat quietly aside, was completely relieved.

If these two quarrel, he will only have the option of running away.

No, there is no chance, so just surrender.

Now they can feel calm, and at least they have reached a consensus.

The 53 witch scum above must pay a price far heavier than their lives for the sins they have committed.

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early in the morning,

After writing the press release, Rita put down her quill, and a line of red text suddenly appeared in the air in front of her.

[At the end of Knockturn Alley, half a girl’s bar.

This will definitely interest you, my great reporter. ]

Without that last magical rune, she would have reported to the Ministry of Magic by now.

"Mr. Heartthrob? Where are you?"

There was no response after calling a dozen times, so he probably left quietly.

If I just ask her to go there, she will leave immediately after writing a letter.

With the "deep" friendship between the two of them, is it possible that they will shrink back in fear?

Change your clothes and put on your bright yellow coat.

Armed with her camera and wand, Rita transforms into a little beetle and flies out the window.

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