This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Chapter 570: Appreciation from Mr. and Mrs. Granger

When the two mothers came back, Vincent and Hermione were already sitting on the sofa on the first floor chatting.

The content was the prison escapee - Sirius Black.

They all agreed that Fudge was hiding something, so they asked the Muggle government to assist in the wanted list.

"Oh my God!" Jane tightened the fresh ingredients she had just bought in her hand,

"Do you usually talk about such sensitive topics?"

Judging the current government is not something a child should do.

But their thoughts are not like children, and they are even more mature than some adults.

Yin Fulin, who has long been accustomed to it, said calmly:

"Jane, the Ministry of Magic is not a good thing. Many students in their school know it."

The Grangers can only get to know the magic world from newspapers and books, and of course they know nothing behind the glamorous and beautiful.

For example, this prison escapee.

In addition to the fact that Azkaban is not as Fudge boasted that no one can escape, the Ministry of Magic's search efficiency is also problematic.

Five full days have passed, and not even a hair of Sirius has been found.

Capturing a large number of wizard scum with zero casualties?

The year before last, Gringotts was invaded by a mysterious person, and the criminal was able to teach at Hogwarts openly.

Last year, a wizard with no skills used the Oblivion Charm to usurp the achievements of others, and he published a book and won a medal without being discovered.

This year's wizard cards are obviously plagiarized from Gwent cards. The carefully designed scam only needs to be compensated after being exposed.

These are what can be said, and what cannot be said is even darker.

Jane's good impression of the Ministry of Magic is disappearing little by little.

Especially when she heard about Lockhart.

This liar!

She is still as crazy as a girl!

Hermione's face flushed with a lowered head.

But when she heard about the wizard cards, she became indignant again.

At least they have to pretend to be locked up for ten days or eight days. Just compensating for the losses is not a side recognition of the existence of the privileged class.

Pure-blood supremacy...

It is too deep-rooted and cannot be completely solved through one or two incidents.

Jane was a little sad after listening to it, "I thought only our government would have such a mess, but I didn't expect that all wizards who can do magic are the same."

"Aunt Jane, wizards are also human beings, of course they have all kinds of desires." Vincent's words were like a hammer.

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Muggles persecute wizards because of jealousy, and wizards stay away from Muggles because of fear.

Except for whether or not they have obtained magic, there is no essential difference between the two.

"Well said!" The two fathers who came back from the ride applauded in unison.

Eric's face was full of pride, and Chris's eyes were full of appreciation.

This made Vincent shy,

"I just think magic should be a blessing rather than a curse. It's wrong to be arrogant and blindly hostile."

The realm of thought has reached such a high level, no wonder he was favored by the legendary Nicolas Flamel.

The Grangers seemed to have a better impression of him.

Eyes can't lie, and the admiration that can't be concealed is the best proof.

Hermione also has the same mood as her parents, but she seems to be a little worried.

After knowing each other for so long, she certainly knows that Vincent is unwilling to be bound by rules.

Breaking the Statute of Secrecy may be just the beginning.

When the two mothers went to the kitchen to prepare lunch, she also absent-mindedly went to help.

Yin Fulin and Jane watched her skillfully divide the beef into equal small pieces, and their eyes couldn't help but become weird.

Using magic is understandable, but using a kitchen knife...

Chris outside was talking happily with Vincent.

No matter what the topic is, this child can express his own opinions.

He used to think that his daughter was good enough, and now he can finally understand the feelings of other parents.

"Vincent, have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future?"

"In the future... I only have a vague goal for now."

Chris put his hand on his shoulder and encouraged him:

"You are the most thoughtful child your uncle has ever seen. You will definitely make your goal clearer and clearer and finally achieve it."

Vincent nodded solemnly, "Thank you, Uncle Chris, I will achieve it."

Eric smiled with relief.

The two families got along well. After a traditional English lunch, it was time to leave.

"Chris, is it our turn to visit next time?"

"Not recently, we are going to travel to France next week."

"That's a pity."

After making an appointment, the Grangers left.

Crossing Oxford Street, they got into a red car parked on the side of the road.

Hermione, who was sitting in the back seat, fastened her seat belt, and her little face looked a little excited and expectant.

Chris started the car and saw her performance through the rearview mirror.

"Is Vincent still the top student this year?"

"Yes, Dad."

The usually proud daughter answered so calmly, it seems that she really regards the other party as a good friend.

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Early the next morning,

Vincent was awakened by the sound of pecking at the window.

He wiped his eyes when he saw the gray-white owl outside.

Hasn't it been unsubscribed?

Look carefully, it seems that this variety is not available in the UK.

From abroad?

Could it be that Kenny got the snakewood?

He opened the window with great expectation, and the owl took out a letter from the small cloth bag in his claws.

"Are there any more?"

"Gu——"

"No more?"

"Gu——"

Vincent was disappointed for several seconds, and then went to get a bag of dried fish.

"Are you tired? Eat something and have a good rest first."

He habitually reached out to stop Gugu who was guarding his food, "I'll buy you more some other day, is that okay?"

"Gugu!"

The gray-white owl dared to eat tremblingly after getting permission.

Vincent shook his head and sat down at the desk.

The envelope was blank and unsigned.

"Could it be Victor?"

He guessed right.

The traditional way of communication by wizards was because something big or small had happened.

Even if the masters got away with it and escaped jail, their ancient pureblood pride would not allow them to lose in an unclear way.

Both commissions were investigations, and they were directly hired by the black wizard gang with the highest completion rate.

"Sneak into Rita's house!?"

If she hadn't destroyed the not-so-anonymous report letter, the four people who stayed in the country to investigate would have definitely known that it was him.

Vincent wasn't too worried.

He was originally at odds with the masters, so what could he do to him if he knew?

"It turned out that he was the one who reported the wizard cards anonymously!"

"As expected of the British youth representative of the Wizengamot, his spirit is worth learning from for all wizards!"

It was Rita who didn't keep them properly, and she knew how to remedy the situation.

So the matter could be big or small, and it wasn't something urgent that needed to be dealt with immediately.

"Fallen Paradise..." The corners of his eyes twitched fiercely.

The code names of the 9 members were all fallen angels in Muggle mythology, which was very consistent with the name of this gang.

Then read on, the leader was indeed a Muggle-born wizard.

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