This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Regarding this problem, Vincent has already thought of a solution.

No matter who it is, all the tentacles that dare to reach out will be chopped off.

It's best to hold back whether you accept it or not. The location of the alchemy shop is in Knockturn Alley in the British wizarding world, in a dark corner that the Ministry of Magic cannot control even if it wants to.

The factory was continuously producing goods, and the nine witnesses who witnessed the whole process returned to the office area and simply held a small celebration party.

As the dark wizard group with the highest completion rate of pre-Knockturn Alley commissions, Fallen Paradise is naturally very efficient.

In less than 5 minutes, the food and drinks were ready.

Vincent opened the champagne and poured it for the employees himself.

Seeing the frightened expressions of the seven people, my mood became better and better.

Voldemort is indeed very powerful, but in terms of managing his subordinates, no matter how powerful he is, he is nothing more than Grindelwald's younger brother.

Countless episodes of past history can prove that any authoritarian organization is destined not to last long.

A long-term solution is to make subordinates willing to obey you, recognize yourself, and develop a sense of belonging to the organization.

Vincent once heard a saying in his previous life:

Without kindness, authority will not be established; without authority, kindness will not be helpful.

After getting over fear, it's time to give both grace and power.

He gets along well with his employees without any airs.

Of course the smart Cecia knows why.

But she didn't reject it and took the initiative to let go of her usual restraint.

"Chairman, please pay more attention to my brother Cody at school.

Great, so great.

Vincent agreed wholeheartedly.

The remaining 6 are much easier.

Rather than being a dog next to the gentlemen, at least he is willing to treat them as human beings.

Even if it is fake, there is no way out.

Hermione was no longer shy.

She watched them mingle, and the corners of her mouth could not help but raise slightly.

Being able to subdue the seven dark wizards in front of him, Vincent is studying at Hogwarts again, so he doesn't need to worry too much about his personal safety.

Even if he wanted to threaten him with his parents, the Wayne family still had two bodyguards.

Never need others to worry, always be confident, and face problems bravely...

These advantages combined make it really hard not to like.

"Want to try it?" Cecia brought two glasses of champagne and sat next to her.

Hermione shook her head, "No, I just drink this."

She raised the ice-cold Coke in her hand and took a sip.

Cecia also raised the goblet and took a sip of champagne.

"Miss Granger, you are a very principled person just like our chairman."

Hermione followed her gaze to Vincent, who was surrounded in the middle.

He raised a glass of sizzling ice-cold Coke and clinked it with the goblets held by the six of them.

"Miss Cecia, do you think the alchemy shop will stay open?"

“Call me Cecia.

"Then don't call me Miss Granger. Call me Hermione."

Cecia nodded slightly, "Hermione, you should know the answer to the question very well."

Hermione glanced at Vincent again, then put down the cup,

"If you want to completely clear the obstacles, you will definitely have to use some unconventional means, right?"

"Yes." Checia paused, "Do you know how the chairman negotiated with us?"

"I know." Hermione responded softly.

The smile on Cecia's face remained, but her eyes became fierce in an instant.

"There is no need for the chairman to pull the trigger, we are the gun in his hand."

After she finished speaking, her eyes returned to their original appearance, "For wizards like us who hang out in Knockturn Alley, it is actually a luxury to live a life without covering up.

If given a choice, who would want to stay in such a hellish place. "

Before coming, Vincent had told them about their experiences.

Although she didn't know whether it was true or not, Hermione believed that no one was born a bad person.

They have no way to choose their origins, let alone the ability to change their surrounding environment.

Get out of the quagmire that traps you?

Forget it, they don't want to be treated as aliens, and they don't have the courage to try.

It's better to relax and sink like everyone else, sinking deeper and deeper.

"Just when we thought we had sunk to the bottom, the chairman appeared."

Cecia laughed at herself, "I don't know what they think, and you may think I'm lying, but after getting along with each other for this period of time, I really see hope in the chairman."

Hermione was silent for a moment, meeting her green eyes again.

This is a look full of helplessness and struggle.

"I believe you, Cecia."

Cecia was stunned for a moment, raised her goblet unnaturally, raised her head and drank the champagne.

"Thank you." Her smile was full of bitterness, as if she was apologizing.

"I don't know why I'm telling you this. Maybe it's because our personalities are so compatible."

None of the beautiful girls living in Knockturn Alley is simple-minded.

In order to protect themselves, they must always be vigilant, calculating and desperate.

Hermione raised her glass, not resenting her calculation.

Both of them are girls, and they are smart girls, so of course they can understand why.

After it has no use value, will it be thrown away like a rag?

Vincent can bring Hermione here. No matter what the relationship between the two is, at least they trust each other.

"Checia, he's not that kind of person." Hermione took a sip of Coke.

"Let me tell you about Yamamoto Kujiu."

Cecia became more and more surprised as she listened.

Yamamoto, like them, was once Vincent's enemy.

Even worse.

Although the terror of the Rakshasa Prison is not comparable to that of the Dementors in Azkaban, it is located in the dark deep sea.

The feeling of being trapped in such an extremely depressing and narrow space and slowly going crazy is not much better than the dementors sucking emotions and memories.

Cecia raised another glass of champagne, "I seem to understand why he chose us."

The seven of them haven't reached Yamamoto's level yet, but they also have no other way out.

Since Vincent made great efforts to get people out of Rakshasa prison, he would not abandon him easily.

Not creating enough value yet?

Need subordinates who are willing to do the work?

Thinking the worst, as long as you don't make a big mistake, that day will never come.

"Ding-" Cecia's goblet touched Hermione's cup, "Thank you."

The two took a sip.

"Time will tell, Cecia."

"Sigh - I feel even more guilty about you now."

Hermione felt the kindness in her eyes, and the sincerity of relief.

As I thought at first, they have a lot in common.

"The chairman gave each of us an alchemy pistol before. Now that I think about it seriously, I'm afraid he has already figured out how to deal with those wizards with ulterior motives."

"He's the kind of person who always thinks of the worst in everything he does."

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