This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The sales of the Daily Prophet have gone up.

Whether they are Muggles or wizards, most of them are ordinary good people.

They believe whatever the newspaper says.

With a wise minister like Fudge leading the magic world, it will definitely get better and better.

Having tasted the sweetness, editor-in-chief Guffey decided to add a supplement and special report.

The appearance of "Daily Trivia of the Ministry of Magic" marked another round of sales growth.

The government has always been full of mystery, and of course you have to understand it well when you have the opportunity.

When Vincent was about to finish studying the equipment of the Bugatti car factory, Rita went to the Ministry of Magic again with the photographer she had poached from the previous newspaper.

Outside the minister's office, she was adjusting her gorgeous bright green robe.

"Bo Zuo, your tie is crooked."

The tall and thin photographer in a suit adjusted it in a panic.

"Knock knock-"

"Come in."

Rita took him into the office.

Fudge was in a good mood, making tea and reading the newspaper.

Today's special topic is the Auror Office. It not only vividly describes their ordinary day, but also praises the previous capture of witch scum at the end.

[With such an efficient law enforcement team, I believe that if there is another dark wizard like the one who can't even say his name, the British Ministry of Magic will be able to arrest him and put him in Azkaban in time——]

[To be honest, I have been using the source change app to read books and follow the latest updates recently. It can switch sources and has many reading voices. It can be used on Android and Apple. ]

A small compliment every day, a small sublimation every day.

Fudge put away the newspaper and invited the two to sit on the sofa next to him.

"My great reporter, the interview can begin."

Rita opened her little notebook, "Mr. Minister, I hope you can fulfill your promise after this."

"Of course."

A carefully crafted interview brought an opportunity to restart the report on the wizard card scam.

Although there are only a few days left before the final trial, she believes that her reputation will definitely be raised to a higher level.

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Italy, Campogalliano.

Vincent got into the black four-seater coupe with a notebook full of writing.

Eric, who was driving, seemed a little excited.

After more than a week of research, they were finally able to make an alchemical version of the production line.

Back at the hotel, the three of them hurriedly closed the door and drew the curtains like children.

Opening the mithril suitcase, Vincent first handed Gugu to Yin Fulin, and then took out a large piece of memory alloy.

Iron-copper alloy is harder, but high-intensity work can easily cause metal fatigue, resulting in deformation and fracture.

Without using a magic wand, he simply relied on his own magic power to divide the metal block into three parts.

Two rectangular blocks, one long and one short, and the last one was molded into dozens of small parts.

This was not the first time for Eric and Yin Fulin, but they were whispering in amazement at the magic of magic throughout the whole process. ♦♦  ♦♦

The small parts were connected by the magic circuit engraved by the ebony wand, and finally formed a simple-looking metal palm.

The two rectangular blocks were also connected together, and the longer one was connected to the metal palm.

Vincent slightly raised his wand and pointed it upward, and the metal arm immediately made an elbow bend.

The tip of the wand tapped his right arm, and every time he moved the metal arm, it followed suit.

There was a delay, and the movements were still clumsy.

"Mom and Dad, I succeeded!"

The telescopic magic circuit acted as a hydraulic rod, and the magic applied to the right hand replaced the electronic signal.

After polishing the structure and appearance, the performance should be not much different from Nico's puppet.

The Waynes couldn't figure out the principle, but they both let him cast magic on their arms like a child.

It's not really flexible, but it can work at high intensity.

It can be used to smelt metal or forge parts, and it can also be used for more tedious assembly tasks.

Set up a complete workflow, arrange various arms with different functions on the assembly line, and the alchemy factory will automatically start production.

No matter day or night.

"Gugu!" The honorable Gugu also wants to try it.

But it has no fingers, so it can only swing the metal arm back and forth.

Listening to the ridicule of Wayne and his son, it fell into Yin Fulin's arms with a hurt look.

"Little baby, don't be too sad." She took out the menu in the room,

"Come on, order whatever you want to eat."

Eric's laughter stopped abruptly.

The consumption level in Italy is lower than that in the UK, but it can't resist Gugu's little wings pointing randomly.

"Dad, look at it more open-mindedly." Vincent shook the metal arm in his hand lightly,

"With this thing, we will make a lot of money in the future."

As soon as he talked about this, Eric frowned again.

It is true that you can make a lot of money, but it's all gold galleons.

Let the car factory go bankrupt, at worst the whole family will move into the magic world.

Thinking of this, his mood improved.

After a sumptuous lunch, Vincent made two much smaller metal arms.

The big one is responsible for forging, the small one is responsible for assembly, and the smallest one is responsible for fine finishing.

Replacing the palm with a sharp silver iron blade, you can easily complete the cutting of memory alloy.

The first six steps of alchemy are completed by them, and only the final shaping requires the use of alchemists.

Not only does it ensure efficiency, but it also greatly reduces costs and keeps confidentiality.

When the Wayne family fell asleep with sweet dreams, Fudge, who had been laughing in his dreams recently, could no longer laugh.

Italy is one hour ahead of the UK, and it is already past 1am.

Something happened in the magical world, something unprecedented.

Put on your suit and felt hat, and walk out of the house with Scrimgeour.

"Minister, without the help of magic, he cannot return to the shore from the sea alone."

Fudge didn't seem to be in the mood to talk.

By the time the Aurors, fully armed, gathered at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, only 10 minutes had passed.

"Set off!"

With his order, the Auror office and senior officials disappeared into black and white whirlpools.

North Sea, Azkaban.

Perhaps because of the seriousness of the matter, no one present seemed to be affected by the dementors.

Senior Deputy Minister Umbridge sternly questioned the wizard guards who rotate here every week:

"Barton! Tell me honestly what happened when you found out that Sirius was missing!"

The young guard named Barton broke out in a cold sweat and explained the whole story while stumbling.

Two hours ago, at 0:00 in the morning, he was doing his routine patrol before going to bed.

There were no abnormalities on floors 1 to 12, and the corner on the last floor was as quiet as usual.

Of course I didn't notice anything was wrong at first, after all, the quilt on the bed was bulging.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the lantern he was holding accidentally hit the fence.

A "ding" sound woke up the prisoners.

The people living on this floor are all extremely vicious dark wizards.

There were laughter and curses, and young Barton raised his hand and slapped him.

After beating again and again, he finally discovered something was wrong.

Despite all the commotion, the cell in the corner is still quiet.

With the idea of ​​collecting the corpse of the prisoner, he opened the cell door and walked in.

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