This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After Tonks left, Sam, who was warmly greeting two young customers, immediately "revealed his true colors".

He took off his jacket, untied his tie, and unbuttoned the collar of his white shirt.

"Strangle me to death!"

Vincent was quite speechless.

If you compare goods, you will have to throw them away, if you compare people with others, you will die.

It's because his requirements are too high.

"What are you doing?" Sam lazily walked over and picked up a plate of small snacks that he didn't eat much.

"She has just become an Auror, so she must perform well."

"Alas -" Vincent sighed helplessly,

"Do you think everyone is like you?

Tonks really loves her job as an Auror, and you just saw how uncomfortable she was. "

Without the approval of his superiors, he could only stay in Diagon Alley South Street.

Sam swallowed the little snack he had barely chewed in his mouth.

"That's because your Ministry of Magic is too pedantic. There are not many Aurors who have passed all the training in two years."

He glanced at the wanted poster with disdain in his eyes,

"The Auror who came here to post this thing also said that he is the captain of the team. His magic level is not as good as the two in your family."

No matter how bad it is, the Iron Armor Curse should still be decent.

"I just chanted a disarming spell and he flew out." Sam sat down triumphantly.

"If he hadn't said to find you, there would have been no way this thing would have been attached."

Vincent twitched his lips, "I think you can pack your bags and run away overnight.

"No way." Sam shrugged nonchalantly, "I've beaten that kid into submission."

Is this what an Auror who has received the Medal of Honor from the Magic Congress can say?

"I'm not an Auror now." He lay lazily on the chair.

"I'm just a spectator, whether he's the Director of Aurors or the Minister of Magic."

The bullshit got louder and louder, and Vincent simply pretended not to hear it.

But according to what he said, Tonks' level was actually not bad.

At least she was stronger than the Auror squad leader who flew out. This could be felt from the mana aura escaping when she changed her face.

Director Rufus Scrimgeour is said to be a hawk and would not target a fledgling Auror.

Gender discrimination is even more impossible. The magical world has always advocated strength first, and male and female wizards only differ in certain aspects.

Origin discrimination...

Vincent shook his head, no longer thinking about the reason why Tonks was treated differently.

"Sam, show me your latest performance sheet."

"ah?"

"Performance sheet, don't tell me I didn't do it."

Sam stood up with a smile, "I'll get it for you right away!"

Ten minutes later, he brought back a stack of paper that exuded a faint fragrance.

After smelling it carefully, it turned out to be the smell of ink.

If it weren't for the decent profits, I'm afraid it would have closed down and slapped people.

8864 were sold in May and 8864 were sold in June

Excluding the 100 galleons for shop rent, I can earn more than 300 a month.

Compared with the previous losses, the profits are quite considerable.

Including those from abroad, the monthly income is over 1,000.

When you do business for the first time, you earn reputation and credibility.

His face turned from gloomy to clear.

Sam was completely relieved.

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After spending two happy days in a good mood, Vincent came to the Ministry of Magic alone on Saturday morning.

When I entered the elevator, I happened to meet Dumbledore.

"Professor, morning."

"Good morning."

Dumbledore smiled, something good must have happened.

Walking into the hall, all the gentlemen were sitting on the sofa waiting.

Mrs. Zabini's cold eyes glanced over.

Vincent quickly hid behind him, fearful to the point of exaggeration.

Of course those who know better understand that this is pretense, but there aren't many Ministry of Magic employees in the entire hall.

"Ho--" A sneer suddenly sounded from behind.

Snape, who walked silently, passed directly over the two of them and sat opposite Lucius as light as the wind.

Vincent gave a rather cryptic thumbs up.

The worse their relationship is, the less likely they are to be together.

The reason why Dumbledore was smiling was probably because he had given the gold medal undercover a mission.

As long as there is any movement of Voldemort coming back, Snape will know it immediately.

After completely gaining trust, this most desperate Dark Lord will probably be plotted to death.

Time passes very slowly today,

The half-hour wait seemed like a whole day.

Lucius whispered something to Snape, and then seemed to be telling Mrs. Zabini to calm down with his eyes.

Not that scary, but still full of resentment.

Vincent joked to Dumbledore: "Professor, should I tell her about hiring people in Knockturn Alley later?"

"Connelly will thank you." Dumbledore teased:

"This way, you will be able to remove the 'teenage' from your identity as the British representative of the Wizengamot."

Confessing the two bodyguards at home means that the mysterious force of justice that Rita said was not a fabrication.

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The Ministry of Magic doesn't want to lose face, so the hush money offered must be sincere.

It's a pity that there will be crazy attacks afterwards, otherwise it would really be considered.

Compared with the old man and the young man who were getting more and more cheerful as they chatted, all the gentlemen had dark faces.

Snape, who had been sullen all day, felt completely out of place sitting with them, and he even deserved to be here.

"Lucretia, remember not to talk nonsense later. The jury we bribed is not enough to control the entire trial."

Mrs. Zabini pursed her lips and agreed reluctantly.

Lucius told Old Parkinson and the others some precautions, and it was time to enter the court.

As soon as she sat down in the dock of the Tenth Courtroom, Rita came in with a photographer.

The recent news is all about Sirius, and her reports on wizard cards did not attract much attention.

A full set of Muggle professional equipment, it seems that she is determined to make a big news.

Fudge, this bastard!

The elegant and decent Lucius cursed in his heart.

The reason for agreeing to Rita to bring a photographer in to listen to the trial can only be to reduce the heat of Sirius's escape.

But after all, he was the first prisoner who successfully escaped from Azkaban, and most of those who were deceived by wizard cards were black merchants who could not be put on the table.

The worst result is not only a fine, but also compensation for the losses of ordinary people.

Unless Fudge wanted to tear his face off, it was impossible to interfere with the trial.

The agonizing waiting process did not last long.

When all the jury members of the Wizengamot entered the venue, and Fudge and Umbridge, who came late, also took their seats, the presiding judge Amelia Bones stood up and announced the opening of the court.

"After the last trial, the court decided to accept the evidence provided by the witness Rita Skeeter, and had a lot of face-to-face exchanges with several Muggle Studies experts."

There were bursts of small exclamations from the audience.

She was not disturbed and continued with a serious expression:

"After this period of discussion, we all agree that there is a great suspicion that wizard cards are a scam."

The six people in the dock looked calm and did not seem to be worried at all.

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