This Hogwarts isn't normal.

In addition to Weasley jokes, the Owl Court Club's banquet also had carefully prepared little surprises.

Fred and George mysteriously opened a silver-white suitcase, "Everyone, look, this is a veteran living fossil that witnessed the history of our school!"

"Hiss--" A long snake tongue poked out of the suitcase, followed by a huge snake head.

The appearance of Jomgand scared almost all the girls pale.

"Ah--" Their screams made Jomgand stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to continue to get out.

Seeing its cute big eyes blinking, everyone understood that it had no malice.

There is no second thousand-year-old basilisk in the world, and it is also one of the mysterious directors of the school.

Jomgand squinted his eyes and raised his big head high, as if to express his happiness.

Its huge body slowly got out of the suitcase, causing another round of exclamations from the bottom.

When Vincent came in, he saw that it had been surrounded by everyone.

Harry acted as a translator to answer questions, and Fred and George took pictures with alchemical cameras.

The photo with the thousand-year-old basilisk will surely become their beautiful campus memory.

Those students who went home for Christmas vacation must be regretting it.

"Meow——" Crookshanks came quietly and rubbed Vincent's trouser legs as if he had a locator installed.

In the distance, Hermione, who witnessed this scene, looked down at Gugu in her arms and suddenly felt that this was pretty good.

Daphne next to her followed her line of sight and couldn't help but slightly raised her mouth, "It seems that your efforts have not been in vain."

Hermione quickly retracted her gaze, "I gave him a scarf just to help him cover the scar on his neck well."

From November to the day before yesterday, she knitted it three times because she was not satisfied and re-knitted it.

Seeing that she was still stubborn, Daphne knew that their ambiguity would last for a long time.

The banquet of the Court of Owls lasted until the evening. When the exhausted Jomgand got back into the suitcase, Vincent should go back to continue opening gifts.

The reason why there are so many this year is largely because the alchemy shop is doing a booming business.

Alchemists from all over the world seemed to have made an appointment, anonymously sending him one after another beautifully crafted and powerful alchemical tools.

There was even a brand new Firebolt among them.

They actually knew about Beta's damage, they really cared enough.

Such a naked provocation, Vincent didn't take it to heart at all.

If you want to bring down his alchemy shop, you must first find a way to reduce the price and cost.

If you can't pass this level, no matter how amazing the alchemical tools are, you won't be afraid.

Late at night, the scattered owls finally stopped bringing gifts.

"Ahaha——" stretched a big lazy waist and jumped directly into bed to sleep.

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Slept until noon, just woke up and saw Fox playing with Gugu.

Vincent's eyelids twitched wildly, changed his clothes, put on a scarf and went straight to the principal's office.

Dumbledore was waiting for him as expected, and Harry was there too.

It's just the old Gaunt house, just go.

After a brilliant red fire, Fawkes appeared on Dumbledore's shoulder.

"Let's go."

Another brilliant red fire, the three appeared in front of a dilapidated wooden shed.

The area was full of weeds and shrubs, the wooden walls were covered with moss, and the roof had collapsed in half.

The nettles around had grown to the windows full of old dirt, and a faint smell of black magic could be felt.

The once glorious Gaunt family had fallen to this point, and Vincent and Harry couldn't help but feel emotional.

Dumbledore had already told Harry about the Horcruxes, and one of them might be hidden inside.

"Please step back."

The two men stepped back obediently.

When the distance was safe enough, Dumbledore pointed the Elder Wand at the door with a shriveled dead snake nailed to it.

A large amount of black fog quickly emerged from the crack in the door.

The weeds on the ground withered instantly as soon as they came into contact with them, and the air around them seemed to become thinner.

Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand, sucking all the black mist into the huge vortex at the tip of the wand.

When the last wisp was sucked in, the vortex rippled a few times like the surface of the water, and then slowly disappeared into the air.

The door nailed with the shriveled dead snake opened, and countless rusty iron nails shot out from the darkness.

The more traps are set, the more important the things inside are.

Dumbledore casually drew a circle in front of him with the Elder Wand, and those deadly iron nails fell down as if they hit a steel plate.

The house was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

The tip of the Elder Wand shot in a ball of strong light, but it was instantly swallowed by the endless darkness.

"It seems we have come to the right place." Dumbledore turned to face the two people,

"Before going in, I have to solve the countless terrible magic inside."

With every wave of the Elder Wand, Voldemort set one less trap.

But this is where the Horcruxes are placed, even Dumbledore will take a lot of time.

After patiently waiting for a few minutes, the two simply started chatting.

"You also received an anonymous Firebolt?"

"Also? Did you receive one too?"

Vincent received too many anonymous Christmas gifts.

Almost all of them were the proud works of alchemists. Of course, they had the financial resources to buy a Firebolt starting at 10,000 Galleons.

But what about Harry?

Vincent lowered his head and thought, his eyes suddenly became strange, "Could it be a rich lady who has a crush on you?"

Harry's face was full of absurdity, "What about you? This rich lady also has a crush on both of us?"

Since it is a rich lady who has a crush on both of them, why does she need to send gifts anonymously?

Unless... she is not convenient to reveal her name?

Could it be a married woman?

"Hiss--" Vincent suddenly took a breath,

"Anyway, my rogue rabbit has been repaired, and you don't have another broom, just use it with peace of mind."

"Okay." Harry always felt that his eyes were still weird, as if he was sympathizing with himself.

Thinking of the wonder of Gryffindor Tower that was known to the whole school yesterday, it is estimated that there are many rich ladies who have a crush on Vincent.

As they chatted, the sky began to darken.

Dumbledore was still removing the trap, and the frequency of waving the Elder Wand was obviously much slower.

"Is the professor in trouble?" Harry looked worried.

Vincent waved his hand disapprovingly, "How could Tom cause him any trouble? He must be in poor health and exhausted."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of impact erupted from the Gaunt House.

Dumbledore waved his hand to block it, then turned back and smiled kindly at the two of them, "Mr. Wayne, I'm still energetic."

He was able to eavesdrop on their conversation while removing the layers of traps set by Voldemort himself. It doesn't seem like he is in poor health.

Vincent pouted his lips, without any apology, but rather a little impatient.

"I'll speed up." Dumbledore didn't care too much and turned around to continue removing the traps.

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